<?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-6561731016537887860</id><updated>2012-01-31T14:11:18.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5508105855144694675</id><published>2011-11-20T10:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:21:19.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog or cat person???</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading 'Cleo' by Helen Brown. Great book. If you are a cat person, you should definitely read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the book got me to thinking about dog and/or cat person. Growing up, we always had dogs. My mom like small ones. We had poodles and a biscon. But I was always an animal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had a gas station and a guy came in with a kitten and asked him if he knew anyone that would want him. The guy who lived next to dads station had recently lost his cat and dad thought he would want him. When Mr. Hand came home, dad went over with the kitten. Mr. Hand said to dad, 'I don't want anymore god damn cats.' With that dad called mom asking if I would want a kitten. She promptly said, 'no.' When I came home from school, there sat dad with a shitty grin on his face. Mom with a pissed off look. I set my books down on the couch and something on the other end moved. It was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigger became my best friend. He was a big orange cat, but the most gentle cat there was. When I had my wisdom teeth out, I was in a lot of pain. I laid in bed and Tigger got up on the bed without me feeling him and laid down beside me with his head on my pillow. He put his paw in my hand kneading and purring away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Fluff. He wandered into the station and became dads friend. Dad accidentally ran over him. Rushed him to the vet and surprisingly was fine. Dad fearing something else would happen to Fluff brought him home. Fluff didn't like the dog. Fluff didn't like Tigger. Fluff had claws. Tigger didn't. So Fluff went to the vet to be declawed. The vet told us with Tigger and Fluff being males, the would fight for dominance. There was a lot of growling and hissing. They must have had it out one time when we weren't home. Tigger was king and him and Fluff became the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Spuds. We found her in the pool as just a tiny bit of a thing. Her mama wasn't around so we took her in and nursed her back to health. What a nasty thing she was. We swore she had brain damage from her near drowning. It would take her time to focus in on anything. It was funny to watch. Her head would go up and down and side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All during this, mom never became a cat person and there was always a dog in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved next door, I wanted a dog. A big dog. Went to the ASPA and got a dog. She was a beauty. I only had her a couple days when she became sick. Rushed her to the vet. She had parvo. She only lasted a couple of days. The vet told me not to get another dog for at least six months. That's how long the virus can live outside the body. I wasn't in a rush to get another dog, but mom called to say there was a black lab up for adoption. I called and went to see her. She ran around like a loon, jumped up and wrapped her paws around my waist, looked up at me with those chocolate brown eyes saying, 'well, why are we still here. Lets go home.' Of course I couldn't bring her home right then and there. They have to do a background check. She was delivered three days later on a snowy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cat at this time. My friends daughter developed asthma and couldn't keep the cat. She called and asked if I would take her. This would be my old girl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon realized that my home was too small for me, the cat and a very big black lab. I was going to take her back when my phone rang. Mom on the other end said 'would you be mad if Danny and I took the dog.' Not at all. I packed up her bones, went next door and life couldn't have been happier for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then four years ago, I found two kittens in the shed. Taming them was easy. Trying to find a home for them was not. I would walk up and down the pet aisle in the supermarket scoping people out. If I thought they were worthy, I would pull out the pictures and ask if they would like them. Everyone would ohh and ahh over them, but no one wanted them until one day. The lady said her daughter would love an orange cat. I got her name and number and told her I would call to make arrangements to drop him off. I was happy that I finally found a home for him, but sad because I had grew so attached to him. When I got home, he was no where to be found. He did not come home until later that night. The key word to that sentence is home. In the time he was gone, I realized they had found a home. Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my home is blessed with three fur-babies. They are pictured on my sidebar. My Baby Girls health is failing, but it has been for several years now. Everyday with her is a blessing. Yipper is well Yipper. She is a strange cat. Cold nights are spent inside. She has even managed to secure a place on the bed right up against my leg. Ralphy is just one of a kind. Well not really. I think there is something special with big orange male cats. He is more indoor then out. His place on the bed is on the pillow right next to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I love all animals, I am a cat person. I love their independence. Their constant smile. The loving look they give me. Their mews for attention. Of course this is all on their terms and I couldn't be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-5508105855144694675?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5508105855144694675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5508105855144694675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5508105855144694675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5508105855144694675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/dog-or-cat-person.html' title='Dog or cat person???'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-3992666637517886104</id><published>2011-09-11T09:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:58:42.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten years ago today</title><content type='html'>started as a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky with cool temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tragedy struck us all in the way of terrorists that would change our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all glued and gathered around the tv and radio watching and listening in horror. Asking how this could be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for days-weeks after. We watched the horror, terror and sadness of faces that appeared on the television. We cried, prayed, proudly flew our American flags vowing to never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forget we have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I watched the news this morning, I saw the same horrific images. Felt the same feelings of sadness, terror and helplessness. Cried tears like I did that day ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my tears, I couldn't help but wonder. Why are we reliving this over and over again? Is it not better to give the families closure? To give us closure? Instead of showing the planes flying into the towers, the collapsing of the towers, people running in fear covered in dust and dirt. Should we not look at what good has come from this tragedy? There were several stories on the news this morning about the memorials, reflecting ponds and scholarship that have been set up in memory of a loved one. A couple people interviewed that received one of the scholarships that has changed their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly my American flag proudly today. I think of that day ten years ago. Think about how our lives changed forever that day. I think about all the men and women who lost their lives that day. I think about the men and women in uniform who continue to lose their lives for us because of that day ten years ago today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-3992666637517886104?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3992666637517886104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=3992666637517886104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3992666637517886104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3992666637517886104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/ten-years-ago-today.html' title='Ten years ago today'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-3957486251091683946</id><published>2011-09-03T16:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T17:13:16.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralphy</title><content type='html'>Had to rush Ralphy to the vet this morning. He hadn't eaten anything since Thursday night. Last night he was very lethargic. My old gal woke me this morning around four. She really has no sense of time anymore. I just lay in bed for awhile. I heard someone gagging and jump out of bed to find out who. It was Ralphy. He threw up pinkish bile. I called and left a message with the vet and said I have to bring him in as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the vet called back, he didn't seem as lethargic, but he would not eat. He was interested, but wouldn't even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the vet calls and I go speeding up the parkway. They examine him and took blood. The vet said that he didn't feel anything in his stomach area that would give him concern. He also said that he wasn't in any discomfort when doing the examine. He thinks that because he is an indoor/outdoor cat, he picked up a bug and gave him a shot of antibiotic and gave me pills to give him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get home, he runs out of the carrier - straight for the food bowl and finished what food was left in there. He hasn't eaten anything since. I have tried treats, milk, cheese, his favorite- pepperoni. I have three bowls of food down hoping one would interest him. I finally tried laughing cow cheese and he ate some of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that his stomach is still upset and this is why he's not eating. Other then not eating, he's not totally back to normal but better then yesterday. He seems tired, but his eyes have life in them and he wants me to pet him and he is talking. Not as much as normal, but I hadn't heard his friendly mews in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking the angels to get my handsome boy better soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-3957486251091683946?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3957486251091683946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=3957486251091683946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3957486251091683946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3957486251091683946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/ralphy.html' title='Ralphy'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2796514345309993840</id><published>2011-08-21T15:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T16:03:49.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good deeds</title><content type='html'>Paul lived with his mom Martha. Neither drove and always took the bus down from PA. They had not yet been down and the grass was getting high. Thinking something may have happened with Martha and not wanting the code enforcement officer to send a letter, I mowed the lawn for them. When they finally did come down, there was a knock on my door. There stood Paul and Martha with three beautiful rose bushes. The rose bushes were for me for cutting their grass. I asked how they knew it was me. The neighbor behind ratted me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I now try to be stealthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, my friend lost her husband. She was having a hard times making ends meet. We knew she would not accept money, so we had to figure out ways to help her without her knowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her car was in the shop for repairs. I found out the repair shop and went and paid the bill. Someone then put money toward her dentist bill. Someone paid her property taxes. She would come home to find her lawn mowed. Her walkway shoveled when it snowed. Cable and Internet paid. She couldn't believe that people would actually do this for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed away earlier this year at way too young an age. It was such a good feeling helping her and listening to the other stories of kindness she received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while laying on the couch having a lazy day, there is a knock on my door. My neighbor's wife had locked the keys in the car at Wal-Mart and he needed a ride over with the spare keys. When we got there, he tried to give me money. I refused. It was my pleasure helping him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand why people feel the need to reimburse someone, but the thing is, it's not about getting money. It's not about getting a pat on the back. It's about helping someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that they pay it forward to someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-2796514345309993840?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2796514345309993840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2796514345309993840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2796514345309993840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2796514345309993840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-deeds.html' title='Good deeds'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2539998975031689357</id><published>2010-08-12T16:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:17:13.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;An amazing thing happened to me today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Something that I have been wanting to do for many years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I wish the circumstances were different, but a very happy ending just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I went out for a smoke at work, and heard some buzzing.  I looked up to see a hummingbird clinging to the wall of the portico.  It seems confused and couldn't find her way out.  I went inside to find something to use to guide her out.  No go.  I called my friend in the next building.  She's an animal loving nut like me.  She came over, but we couldn't figure out how to get her out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We ended up calling a friend with a pool and ask him to bring the extension rod and net.  He came.  Now we have four people involved.  We were able to get her down to reaching distance and I gently grabbed her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh she was sooo small, weak and crying.  Broke our hearts.  I asked my friend to drive me to my house.  When we got there, I thought she had died.  She just fell over in my hand, but she was still breathing.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I took the lid off the feeder and stuck her little beak in.  I pulled her out and her little tongue was licking the nectar.  We kept this up until she was strong enough to put her little beak in herself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was able to put her in my other hand.  She was able to stand up on her own.  I had the feeder there if she wanted more, but she was strong enough to fly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I cannot tell you the high I felt.  What a wonderful experience this was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;With the help from my friends, we were able to save a baby hummingbird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Unfortunately, I have no pictures.  What I can tell you is how light they are.  Almost like holding a leaf.  Their feathers are a beautiful green and fan shaped.  They have the tiniest eyes I have ever since.  Their feet are sooo small, but they have sharp nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I would love to be able to hand fed another hummingbird again, but I really would like better circumstances.  There was a fear that this little jewel was going to die in my hand.  Luckily, this story had a happy ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-2539998975031689357?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2539998975031689357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2539998975031689357&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2539998975031689357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2539998975031689357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/rescue-mission.html' title='Rescue mission'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-683142259236369324</id><published>2010-06-22T19:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:38:57.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I lost my friend and second mom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;As many know, &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; (Barb) passed on Saturday.  Bobbie has been my good friend for 16 years.  My neighbor for about ten and second mom even before my own mom passed away several years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I sit here hearing thunder in the distance and think of her.  This is when I would be calling her, both of us wishing for a good storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;On the rare occasion I see a humming bird, I think about her.  Think about calling and asking if she had many visits today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Today at work, I was out smoking and looked up at the swallows nests.  Both nest have babies.  I think, I have to call Barb and tell her about the babies.  Tell her about how mom and dad swoop if I get too near the nest.  How the little chirps from the nest brings a smile to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss coming home from work and calling to see how she is doing.  What she did today.  Who's blog she visited and what they had to say.  I miss when having a bad day, ranting to her.  I miss that we are not going to be able to go exploring Beaver Dam.  Leamings Run.  The Point.  The osprey nests.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Her daughter Kitty wrote a beautiful entry on Barb's blog.  Please &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;go&lt;/a&gt; over and read it.  Some wrote comments about seeing butterflies and such.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's what happened to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday I was weed whacking thinking about Barb and how surgery was going.  I stopped as a dragonfly flew near.  It landed on the fence right in front of me.  We stared at one another for several minutes.  It flew and came back to the same spot for only a couple seconded before it flew away.  Was this a sign?  I don't know, but I think it was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I would rather my friend be here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I do hope the signs continue.  Maybe a Bald Eagle :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have nothing more to say right now.  Maybe later.  But for right now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-683142259236369324?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/683142259236369324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=683142259236369324&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/683142259236369324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/683142259236369324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-my-friend.html' title='I miss my friend'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-1344767876505569089</id><published>2010-05-28T11:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:40:58.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the Osprey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My friend called me this morning about 6:30 and said, 'guess what is sitting outside my office window?'  The Osprey.  She wanted to let me know before it took off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So in the shower and out the door I went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__tmbE4mbI/AAAAAAAADoY/mIwWOM1b8Dg/s1600/Osprey+being+refueled+-+5-28-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476356916264868274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__tmbE4mbI/AAAAAAAADoY/mIwWOM1b8Dg/s400/Osprey+being+refueled+-+5-28-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here they are refueling the Osprey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then the waiting began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What do crew members do while waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__s-327BII/AAAAAAAADoQ/x47Tg8aLy3I/s1600/Osprey+guy+-+5-28-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476356236796167298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__s-327BII/AAAAAAAADoQ/x47Tg8aLy3I/s400/Osprey+guy+-+5-28-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sit and wait.  And chew on your finger nails in anticipation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What else to crew members do while waiting to take off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__sYreJjwI/AAAAAAAADoI/M6LvuovWR_Q/s1600/Osprey+guy+-+5-28-10+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476355580636008194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__sYreJjwI/AAAAAAAADoI/M6LvuovWR_Q/s400/Osprey+guy+-+5-28-10+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sit and look at all the people standing watching them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__r0sVrsCI/AAAAAAAADoA/l3fjC-frvxs/s1600/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476354962393640994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__r0sVrsCI/AAAAAAAADoA/l3fjC-frvxs/s400/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here she is with props tilted a bit forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__rMnl_X5I/AAAAAAAADn4/VPw9_kDfsNA/s1600/Osprey+-+5-28-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476354273925095314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__rMnl_X5I/AAAAAAAADn4/VPw9_kDfsNA/s400/Osprey+-+5-28-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here she is with props straight up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__qf9qGwKI/AAAAAAAADnw/AqziP6IVP-A/s1600/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476353506753822882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__qf9qGwKI/AAAAAAAADnw/AqziP6IVP-A/s400/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here she is making a lot of smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__m_TFM2AI/AAAAAAAADno/sWWyY4t0SdA/s1600/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476349647034046466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__m_TFM2AI/AAAAAAAADno/sWWyY4t0SdA/s400/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here she is flying away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I do have video of her taking off, but I can't seem to load it.  I'll try later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From what I understand about her stay here is, she was bringing in a part for a cobra helicopter yesterday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They had forecasted storms yesterday which arrived last night.  Nothing spectacular, but enough to ground the Osprey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lucky us.  She is now on her way to Titterboro(hope I spelled that right) airport in New York.&lt;/span&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/6561731016537887860-1344767876505569089?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1344767876505569089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=1344767876505569089&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1344767876505569089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1344767876505569089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-on-osprey.html' title='More on the Osprey'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__tmbE4mbI/AAAAAAAADoY/mIwWOM1b8Dg/s72-c/Osprey+being+refueled+-+5-28-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5596049817574562943</id><published>2010-05-27T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:47:23.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday at 3:30 P.M. started my vacation.  First order of business was take shoe and socks off.  No shoes and socks for ten glorious days.  Next.  Take off pants and put on shorts.  No pants for ten glorious days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't say that I've done anything special.  Or gone anywhere special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;What I can say is, 'this has been one of my best vacations.'  I've read two books.  Lounged on the couch.  Spent time outside in my flower gardens.  Spoke with some neighbors.  Taken some pictures.  Lounged around in the morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I've walked around with a smile from ear to ear.  Yup!  Definitely the best vacation.  Just what I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This evening after dinner and clean up I sat on the couch and heard a loud rumble of a helicopter.  I ran out the front door to see.  The little girl across the street was out front looking too.  I went to the end of the porch and this plane/helicopter flew over.  Mouth wide open and could only say 'cool.  Very cool.'  I didn't have time to run in and get the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I did the second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S_8O9_HgZUI/AAAAAAAADng/q3E8j2prYxc/s1600/Osprey+-+5-27-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476112129983538498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S_8O9_HgZUI/AAAAAAAADng/q3E8j2prYxc/s400/Osprey+-+5-27-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S_8Ou_iJGkI/AAAAAAAADnY/xcPN_m5njJI/s1600/Osprey+-+5-27-10+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476111872397220418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S_8Ou_iJGkI/AAAAAAAADnY/xcPN_m5njJI/s400/Osprey+-+5-27-10+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isn't it cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I called my friend on the street behind and asked her if she seen this helicopter/plane fly over.  Yup she did.  She told me it's called an Osprey.  It has been over at the airport for a couple of days.  It looks like a plane, but can take off, land and fly like a helicopter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Guess who's going to the airport tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-5596049817574562943?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5596049817574562943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5596049817574562943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5596049817574562943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5596049817574562943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S_8O9_HgZUI/AAAAAAAADng/q3E8j2prYxc/s72-c/Osprey+-+5-27-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-8389912394388269584</id><published>2010-04-27T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:33:06.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SOO HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Those tiny beautiful green jewels of the bird kingdom have finally arrived at my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;YES!!!!  THE HUMMERS ARE HERE :O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-8389912394388269584?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8389912394388269584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=8389912394388269584&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8389912394388269584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8389912394388269584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-soo-happy.html' title='I&apos;M SOO HAPPY'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-4872072854985876488</id><published>2010-04-19T16:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:15:10.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;As each day wore on last week, I was getting more tired.  My contacts were drying to my eyes.  My eyes were bloodshot like I was out drinking every night.  And I was getting cranky.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday, I went to a friends and dug out some plants and took pictures of her animals.  Rooster.  Hens.  Miniature donkey.  Miniature goat.  Full sized goat.  Came home and mowed and planted some more plants.  I wanted to weed wack, but I was, you guessed it, tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday night into Sunday, I finally realized why I was so tired.  Just look to my sidebar to my furry babies.  The culprits of my not so good night sleeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zDQ6NeJaI/AAAAAAAADnA/czU7WhNEvwU/s1600/Handsome+Boy+Ralphy+-+3-21-10+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461955143364650402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zDQ6NeJaI/AAAAAAAADnA/czU7WhNEvwU/s320/Handsome+Boy+Ralphy+-+3-21-10+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't let this handsome face fool you.  He's a pain in the ass.  He comes in every night, only to want to be let out at all hours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zC9edke3I/AAAAAAAADm4/2WRMJeVI5hQ/s1600/Miss+Yipper+-+5-18-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461954809498467186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zC9edke3I/AAAAAAAADm4/2WRMJeVI5hQ/s320/Miss+Yipper+-+5-18-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's his tag team partner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One wants out.  The other wants in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And when both are settled.  This one starts.  Well she doesn't start.  She lays across my shoulder and throat.  When I wake up, I'm gasping thinking I'm having a heart attack from the pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461952503468060322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zA3P1E7qI/AAAAAAAADmo/UcA4a5gt2uY/s320/My+baby+-+4-7-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cat owners understand that we don't own them.  They own us.  We are their servant.  They want what they want when they want it.  They don't give a shit about us as long as we give them what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They have personalities like know other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They laugh at us.  Not just behind our backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zCTm0YzwI/AAAAAAAADmw/xXvIY9yoIKY/s1600/My+baby+-6-22-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461954090187149058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zCTm0YzwI/AAAAAAAADmw/xXvIY9yoIKY/s320/My+baby+-6-22-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But to our face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have tried talking with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Reasoning with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yelling at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pleading with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bugging them when they are trying to sleep so they know what it feels like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do the listen?  Do they care?  ABSOLUTELY NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All I want is a good nights sleep.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I want them to be like this ALL NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zAO9B3pxI/AAAAAAAADmg/pgx-tFJx0zE/s1600/Yipper+%26+Ralphy+-+2-22-10+-+17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461951811226674962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zAO9B3pxI/AAAAAAAADmg/pgx-tFJx0zE/s320/Yipper+%26+Ralphy+-+2-22-10+-+17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is this too much to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Apparently, if your my fur babies.  It is.&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/6561731016537887860-4872072854985876488?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4872072854985876488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=4872072854985876488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/4872072854985876488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/4872072854985876488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zDQ6NeJaI/AAAAAAAADnA/czU7WhNEvwU/s72-c/Handsome+Boy+Ralphy+-+3-21-10+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-643337623378834917</id><published>2010-04-04T08:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:11:25.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S7iB5tx2PCI/AAAAAAAADmI/S0MMoU1At2c/s1600/Daffodils+-+4-4-10+-+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456253777100553250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S7iB5tx2PCI/AAAAAAAADmI/S0MMoU1At2c/s400/Daffodils+-+4-4-10+-+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S7iBS-5d-zI/AAAAAAAADmA/eRbhxjTIjyQ/s1600/Pansies+-+4-4-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456253111681022770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S7iBS-5d-zI/AAAAAAAADmA/eRbhxjTIjyQ/s400/Pansies+-+4-4-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-643337623378834917?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/643337623378834917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=643337623378834917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/643337623378834917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/643337623378834917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S7iB5tx2PCI/AAAAAAAADmI/S0MMoU1At2c/s72-c/Daffodils+-+4-4-10+-+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-1982736000673976400</id><published>2010-03-28T08:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:03:54.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening and neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been thinking for a while now about putting flower beds on either side of my sidewalk.  Debating about how big they should be.  What I want to put in these beds.  I've also been thinking about the added work this would be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;However, I know that once I get an idea in my head, I'm gonna do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday my neighbor calls and said she has the butterfly bush we were talking about.  I must be losing my memory because I do not remember this conversation.  However, it's a butterfly bush, which I have been wanting to get.  And best of all, it's free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;In my head, I have these beds designed.  (I know they won't look like what I plan).  So now I go to Walmart.  I pick up some edging.  Then the bulb and seed aisle.  I got Lily of the Valley, Freesias and elephant ears.  I also got some solar lights.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I got home, I plant the butterfly bush.  Then I decide to edge the walk.  I haven't edged in years.  I must say that I did a good job and didn't realize how wide my walk was.  It looks very nice.  While I was out there, my neighbors son came out.  He's wife has been very sick and is in the hospital.  They have two sons, that my neighbor has been watching for them.  He is unload more baby stuff from the car and I ask how his wife is doing.  She is doing much better.  He says that he didn't realize how much work and how needy the kids were.  I asked him if he thought they would just pop out and start fending for themselves.  I got a chuckle from this.  He however didn't appreciate my sense of humor.  Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-1982736000673976400?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1982736000673976400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=1982736000673976400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1982736000673976400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1982736000673976400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/gardening-and-neighbors.html' title='Gardening and neighbors'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-330341299300526067</id><published>2010-03-19T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:33:04.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a visitor today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I came home from work, I got the food ready for the kittens.  I took it out and came back inside and went right back out again.  I heard a mew that didn't belong.  When I turned, here comes a strange cat toward the steps.  The protective parent I am, but myself between the kittens and the stranger, shooing.  That cat didn't give a shit about me and ran past me.  The kittens took cover as the stranger started eating.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh what a skinny cat this was.  I grabbed the dishes and walked into the yard, with stranger mewing and following me.  He had a hard time eating and kept going from bowl to bowl, but eventually got most down.  This was a clue that he had teeth problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking at this cat, you could tell it was sick.  Running eyes, sneezing.  He kinda of wobbled when he walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;If the situation was different and he was healthier, he would be welcome.  But my protectiveness took hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I called animal control.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;While we waited, he purred.  He had more food.  He had cat milk.  I petted him.  He enjoyed the attention.  I petted a spot that he didn't like.  He hissed reveling missing fang teeth.  I petted him some more.  When I would go inside, he would meow.  Sometimes trying to come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;What ashame.  This was a very tame cat.  This was someones pet.  I feel that the person who had him couldn't afford to take care of him and booted him out.  I think this because I have never seen him before.  (also to make me feel better.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Animal control came.  He agreed it was someones pet.  He also agreed that this cat was sick.  We got him in a carrier.  The poor cat was crying.  The big sap I am, I started to cry.  In that short time, we bonded.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;He said he would take him to a vet and go from there.  I know what the outcome is going to be.  I take solace that he did have a meal, drink and attention.  And for about an hour, someone who cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When they were filling out the form, animal control gave me a tidbit of information that I did not know.  Did you know that there is a New Jersey State law that if you feed a cat for ten days, the cat is then legally yours?  I didn't.  I made it clear that this was the first time I seen this cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-330341299300526067?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/330341299300526067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=330341299300526067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/330341299300526067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/330341299300526067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-visitor-today.html' title='I had a visitor today'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-8046860817331820245</id><published>2010-03-18T17:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:36:54.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of parent would I be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Monday I'm in Wal-Mart (I know.  Not everyone's favorite store), but I'm in Wal-Mart picking out new eyeglasses.  Over the intercom, I hear, 'Parents.  Please do not let your children stand in the carts.  Please make sure that they are seated inside the cart.'  I'm a little taken back by this announcement.  Out loud I say I have never had that before.  I would just assume that parents were more attentive then that.  The guy helping me said this happens all the time.  He said that children have actually fallen out of the carts because parents weren't paying attention.  He said that he has seen parents talking on the cell phone not paying a bit of attention to their child.  Next thing there are announcements about a lost child.  In today's world, I can not comprehend this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We all know and have seen a dog with head out the window enjoying the scents of the outside world.  I'm not fond of this, but hey, the dogs are.  So anyway, I'm driving down the road today and imagine my surprise when I see a children (around four or five) with her head out the window.  Not only was her head out the window, but she was in the front seat, not buckled in.  The thoughts and visions that went through my mind.  Stone hitting her.  Branch.  The father slamming the brakes.  Ugh.  I shutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So anyway, this got me thinking about the kind of parent I would be.  This is what I came up with.  I would like to think I would be the type of parent that would be attentive, responsible.  Oh hell.  I would be an overprotective mom.  I would teach my child responsibility, common sense, to be respectful, independence, morals.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But I'm not a parent.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I am a parent.  The proud parent of my fur babies on my sidebar.  And there isn't anything that I wouldn't do for them.  Or anything I wouldn't do to protect them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And you know what?  I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-8046860817331820245?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8046860817331820245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=8046860817331820245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8046860817331820245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8046860817331820245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-kind-of-parent-would-i-be.html' title='What kind of parent would I be?'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-6712784537171374110</id><published>2010-03-16T06:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:45:00.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S57A7hqGJdI/AAAAAAAADlQ/H8ikSMDk9qc/s1600-h/020036.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449004728044627410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S57A7hqGJdI/AAAAAAAADlQ/H8ikSMDk9qc/s400/020036.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S57A01dnT2I/AAAAAAAADlI/EPWsFJqXMjY/s1600-h/90044MVz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449004613101899618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S57A01dnT2I/AAAAAAAADlI/EPWsFJqXMjY/s400/90044MVz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hope you enjoy your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/6561731016537887860-6712784537171374110?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6712784537171374110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=6712784537171374110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6712784537171374110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6712784537171374110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S57A7hqGJdI/AAAAAAAADlQ/H8ikSMDk9qc/s72-c/020036.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5833821742755336767</id><published>2010-03-14T06:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:11:32.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Savings sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here I sit at 6:50 AM and it's still dark.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Who ever came up with this?  Does it make sense?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm a morning person and like sunlight early in the morning.  I don't like when it's still light at 8:30 - 9:00 at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess the paper delivery person forgot to spring his/her clock ahead because I still don't have my paper.  I would like to get my shopping list done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I sound bitchy today.  I'm not.  Just aggravated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday during a lull in the rain, I went out and decided where I was going to plant my radish garden.  It's a small space, but large enough for radishes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay I'm listening to the News and they said a four story home collapsed at the 'shore' due to the winds we had yesterday.  I do hope that no one was hurt.  Here's my question - where is the 'shore'?  When they talk about the 'shore' it could be a hundred miles away from here.  See I thought the 'shore' was down here in the Cape May, Wildwood, Stone Harbor etc. areas.  I guess the 'shore' could be anywhere in New Jersey with a beach and ocean/bay.  Well hell if that's the case, almost all of NJ is 'the shore'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, I'm done.  I'm gonna see if my paper was delivered yet.  And see if the sun rose at the time the News said for today - 7:06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-5833821742755336767?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5833821742755336767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5833821742755336767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5833821742755336767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5833821742755336767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/daylight-savings-sucks.html' title='Daylight Savings sucks'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-1208051086499411730</id><published>2010-03-13T10:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:06:29.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining.  It's windy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well here in Cape May County, we're hunkered down for yet another storm. This one is bringing us sporadic rain and lots of wind with very strong gusts. They are saying the wind should die down tomorrow, but we're supposed to have rain for three to five days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I had a craving for a Primo's hoagie yesterday. So after work and feeding the furry ones, I went I got my hoagie. When I came home, I had a message and caller ID read the fire department. The message was from the police station advising us and to take precautions for the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I must be becoming a light sleeper because several times during the night I was awoken with the wind driving the rain against my bedroom windows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I must be getting old because now the winds are starting to worry me. I never cared about this before. Don't understand why it would bother me now. When outside having my smokes, sometimes the gusts are so strong, it is whistling through the trees. The trees and bushes are being bent over. Quite eerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway enough of that. I joined facebook last week. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I can say I am having fun. My friend and I were talking today about it and we decided we are facebook stalkers. We like to visit people we know only to see what is going on in their lives and who their friends are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;A friend requested I become a neighbor in one of the games for farming. I did because I like to garden. I enjoy it, but sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake. You see, you have to plant and harvest what you plant in a certain time. If not, your crop withers and dies. I know this because I lost several crops by not harvesting in time. I now know that when I'm going to bed, don't plant something that must be harvested in a couple hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well anyway, this is what is exciting in my life right now. Yea-yea, I live a boring life, but I do enjoy myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and don't forgot to turn your clocks ahead tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-1208051086499411730?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1208051086499411730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=1208051086499411730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1208051086499411730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1208051086499411730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-raining-its-windy.html' title='It&apos;s raining.  It&apos;s windy'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-8296367702485266742</id><published>2010-03-07T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:13:51.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beautiful weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunny skies.  Warmer temps.  No snow.  No rain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay.  The warmer temps is so-so in my opinion.  I love the cold weather.  But I must say, I did enjoy this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Opened a couple window to air out the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cleaned out the broken branches in the lilac tree.  It looks deformed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tackled the bamboo.  But a small dent in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Brought my cat outside on her leash for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I think we are starting to get spring fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-8296367702485266742?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8296367702485266742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=8296367702485266742&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8296367702485266742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8296367702485266742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-beautiful-weekend.html' title='What a beautiful weekend'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5245769834161326084</id><published>2010-02-27T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:48:38.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Stopped at the post office, and ran into &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie's&lt;/a&gt; daughter Rita. I asked where she was going and she told me the hardware store and then to visit her mom. I told her I would take her to the hardware store. Bobbie and I live right down the street from there, so she could walk to the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When we were leaving the post office, Bobbie past us on her way to the drugstore. I dropped Rita at the hardware store and went on my way. After Rita was done in the hardware store, she went to Bobbie's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am looking for a new bed set. So I went to Vineland. First stop, Target. They didn't have anything I liked. Next stop Kohl's. Ditto for there. Next stop, K-mart. I needed shoes and they carry the kind I like. Picked them up and looked at their bedding. They didn't have anything I liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;K-mart now has a rewards card I got a couple weeks ago. The cashier scanned my card and shoes. Her register said I was a winner. Oh boy! I won. What did I win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4mLDgoheBI/AAAAAAAADkw/RXXKYryDZx0/s1600-h/Candy+bar+-+2-27-10+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443034517069723666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4mLDgoheBI/AAAAAAAADkw/RXXKYryDZx0/s320/Candy+bar+-+2-27-10+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A candy bar. It was actually more aggravating redeeming my winning then it was worth. But hey, dessert tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I went to Bed, Bath &amp;amp; Beyond. I had to go to the bathroom and there was someone in the ladies room. I really had to go, so I went into the men's room. Hey. when you gotta go. You gotta go. OMG. Men are such slobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I looked at their bedding. Nada. I guess I am a very picky person when it comes to my bedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have been looking for a draft guard and lo and behold, they had them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After there, I went to BJ's wholesale. They don't have bedding, so no disappointment there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With my supplies stocked up, I came home. And these awaited me at the front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4mKeX6UfvI/AAAAAAAADko/mMWABuOoGhc/s1600-h/Tulips+from+Barb+-+2-27-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443033879073292018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4mKeX6UfvI/AAAAAAAADko/mMWABuOoGhc/s320/Tulips+from+Barb+-+2-27-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aren't they pretty? They're from &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt;, thanking me for all I've done for her plus a little touch of spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It really wasn't necessary, but it sure is appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So all in all, it's been a very good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/6561731016537887860-5245769834161326084?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5245769834161326084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5245769834161326084&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5245769834161326084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5245769834161326084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-good-day.html' title='It&apos;s been a good day'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4mLDgoheBI/AAAAAAAADkw/RXXKYryDZx0/s72-c/Candy+bar+-+2-27-10+-+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-6338489169295528932</id><published>2010-02-25T16:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:14:48.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Mr. Postman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to say that we have excellent post men and women. They are not supposed to get out of the mail truck, but most times do. During our blizzards, they all did to delivery our mail. Sometimes falling in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Today while on my lunch hour, the mail came. When home I generally go out to get the mail and chat with them. I find when you make nice with your mail carrier, they go out of their way for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Our previous carrier, Gary, retired. Oh what a guy Gary was. Everyone along his route absolutely loved him. Our mail carrier now is Derek. I think he will be loved as much as Gary. But Derek had a bad day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me digress at this point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;You all know about the blizzards we had a couple weeks ago. Then Monday it rained. Oh more water. Just what we need. NOT. The ground is very - very soggy. When you walk on grassy areas, you sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When you drive off the asphalt, your tires sink. As Derek found out today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4bxSDJmADI/AAAAAAAADkg/scWdW2Q12rI/s1600-h/Mail+truck+-+2-25-10+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442302492109307954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4bxSDJmADI/AAAAAAAADkg/scWdW2Q12rI/s320/Mail+truck+-+2-25-10+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4bwqkl_gZI/AAAAAAAADkY/curxehXekdQ/s1600-h/Mail+truck+tire+-+2-25-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442301813892022674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4bwqkl_gZI/AAAAAAAADkY/curxehXekdQ/s320/Mail+truck+tire+-+2-25-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Derek got stuck in mud in front of my house. Of course I have a snow shovel, but not a real shovel. He called someone on his cell to bring a shovel and said he would walk the street to deliver mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really bad and offered to drive him. He declined. Then he made me feel a bit better telling me this was the second time he got stuck today. The first time, a tow truck was needed. Luckily he didn't need another tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a deal for tomorrow. I will move my car way in front of my box as long as he stays on the asphalt and not try any off roading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-6338489169295528932?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6338489169295528932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=6338489169295528932&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6338489169295528932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6338489169295528932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-mr-postman.html' title='Stop Mr. Postman'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4bxSDJmADI/AAAAAAAADkg/scWdW2Q12rI/s72-c/Mail+truck+-+2-25-10+-+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5089784888514377140</id><published>2010-02-24T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:03:56.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4UbDpEkFFI/AAAAAAAADkQ/TmxT5qWh4_s/s1600-h/400x266_02231915_nesnowhurricane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441785474125665362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4UbDpEkFFI/AAAAAAAADkQ/TmxT5qWh4_s/s320/400x266_02231915_nesnowhurricane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are forecasting yet another major storm for our area.  Snow totals are varying.  Some say 12 inches.  Some say four inches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Doesn't matter to me.  Any amount is way toooo much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm at the southern portion of Jersey.  This map is indicating 'significant snowfall'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had made a deal with my bosses son to shovel.  But somehow I have a feeling I'm going to be doing a lot of shoveling again.  See I'm anal.  I like to keep up on the shoveling so that  1-is easier then waiting until the snow's over and 2-there isn't a lot of ice on the deck and walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday it rained and a lot of the previous snow melted.  The problem is the ground is super wet.  When I brought my trash can back, I just sunk in the ground.  My concern with this new storm, is high winds.  With the ground as soggy as it is, I fear trees will be uprooted.  I already lost the top of my holly tree.  I'm just hoping that with all the bamboo in and around the holly tree, that holds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So starting at lunch today, I'm going to fill my water jugs, do a load of laundry and fill my tub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wish us luck.&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/6561731016537887860-5089784888514377140?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5089784888514377140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5089784888514377140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5089784888514377140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5089784888514377140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4UbDpEkFFI/AAAAAAAADkQ/TmxT5qWh4_s/s72-c/400x266_02231915_nesnowhurricane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-635669182110098522</id><published>2010-02-14T13:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:29:45.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little squirrely today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had a cute visitor today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g_T1cHR-I/AAAAAAAADkI/sEbPCvA-iqo/s1600-h/Squirrel+-+2-14-10+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438166160044935138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g_T1cHR-I/AAAAAAAADkI/sEbPCvA-iqo/s320/Squirrel+-+2-14-10+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take a look at his/her foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g-sx08IBI/AAAAAAAADkA/QA9bPPXCmqU/s1600-h/Squirrel+-+2-14-10+-+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438165489060421650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g-sx08IBI/AAAAAAAADkA/QA9bPPXCmqU/s320/Squirrel+-+2-14-10+-+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just that weird lady taking my picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g-GtLF_4I/AAAAAAAADj4/zJTD3tRUNVU/s1600-h/Squirrel+tail+-+2-14-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438164834976137090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g-GtLF_4I/AAAAAAAADj4/zJTD3tRUNVU/s320/Squirrel+tail+-+2-14-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know there's more down here somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g92EYBB9I/AAAAAAAADjw/u895ev_mlP4/s1600-h/Squirrel+-+2-14-10+-+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438164549146576850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g92EYBB9I/AAAAAAAADjw/u895ev_mlP4/s320/Squirrel+-+2-14-10+-+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you smell that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g7GJbIwVI/AAAAAAAADjo/gpkEXvPzRfI/s1600-h/Squirrel+-+2-14-10+-+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438161526844866898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g7GJbIwVI/AAAAAAAADjo/gpkEXvPzRfI/s320/Squirrel+-+2-14-10+-+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gee!  Doesn't she ever give up with that camera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love how his/her front paws are balled into little fists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So that's all I have today except&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-635669182110098522?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/635669182110098522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=635669182110098522&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/635669182110098522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/635669182110098522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-squirrely-today.html' title='A little squirrely today'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3g_T1cHR-I/AAAAAAAADkI/sEbPCvA-iqo/s72-c/Squirrel+-+2-14-10+-+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5484871785960251925</id><published>2010-02-13T16:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:09:19.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After I got done somethings that needed doing, I laid down on the couch and took a two hour nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Feeling much better then what I was. The body still hurts though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With so much snow, I haven't been able to get to the bird feeders. I've been throwing bird seed under the tree for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The American Robins are plentiful. Don't think I have seen so many in one spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cXPq57LXI/AAAAAAAADjg/2p1d4yF5g3g/s1600-h/American+Robin+-+2-13-10+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437840633055882610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cXPq57LXI/AAAAAAAADjg/2p1d4yF5g3g/s320/American+Robin+-+2-13-10+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cWIcQmNzI/AAAAAAAADjY/rH_zpGWM04s/s1600-h/American+Robin+-+2-13-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437839409353733938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cWIcQmNzI/AAAAAAAADjY/rH_zpGWM04s/s320/American+Robin+-+2-13-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cVjaYuJPI/AAAAAAAADjQ/FCoDwpvf4bs/s1600-h/Holly+tree+full+of+robins+-+2-13-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437838773195777266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cVjaYuJPI/AAAAAAAADjQ/FCoDwpvf4bs/s320/Holly+tree+full+of+robins+-+2-13-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How many robins do you count in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;section of holly tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There were more above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This handsome devil was all by his lonesome having a meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cU8RNI_pI/AAAAAAAADjI/PNYe0APaT5g/s1600-h/Cardinal+-+2-13-10+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437838100716387986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cU8RNI_pI/AAAAAAAADjI/PNYe0APaT5g/s320/Cardinal+-+2-13-10+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From the look of his tummy, I'd say he's been feeding pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cToAKcWbI/AAAAAAAADjA/CkoUCFKkXiA/s1600-h/Cardinal+-+2-13-10+-+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437836653032659378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cToAKcWbI/AAAAAAAADjA/CkoUCFKkXiA/s320/Cardinal+-+2-13-10+-+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(He can fly, but he can't hide)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6561731016537887860-5484871785960251925?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5484871785960251925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5484871785960251925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5484871785960251925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5484871785960251925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-light-note.html' title='On a lighter note'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3cXPq57LXI/AAAAAAAADjg/2p1d4yF5g3g/s72-c/American+Robin+-+2-13-10+-+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-4097623294219200647</id><published>2010-02-13T06:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:29:02.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The last snow storm &amp; spouting off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last snow storm starting as rain.  Turned to sleet.  Then snow.  The winds were howling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We were lucky.  We didn't lose power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The winds were blowing snow on my back deck.  Every time I went out for a smoke, I had to shovel.  The kittens were smart and decided to come in.  Around four in the morning, Yipper decided it was time for her to go out.  She pested until she got her way.  I found her inside her hut in the morning warm and toasty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ralphy held out until five or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That was the first order of business.  Shoveling the back deck and getting their huts and blankets dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Once that was done, time to start out front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3aOnMVoa9I/AAAAAAAADi4/dik2DRVTlbs/s1600-h/My+walkway+before+-+2-11-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437690404074449874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3aOnMVoa9I/AAAAAAAADi4/dik2DRVTlbs/s320/My+walkway+before+-+2-11-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My front walk before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3aOAgGpTyI/AAAAAAAADiw/zHiDHHP_5Z0/s1600-h/My+walkway+after+-+2-11-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437689739365404450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3aOAgGpTyI/AAAAAAAADiw/zHiDHHP_5Z0/s320/My+walkway+after+-+2-11-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My front walk after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I took a lot of breaks this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My friend vacationing in Florida had e-mailed me asking how we faired with this storm.  I had e-mailed her back and as long as we didn't lose power, we did good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I told her I would make my way to her house, but if she knew anyone that could shovel and plow, she may want to contact them.  That I didn't think I could do it for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Later, I shoveled my next door neighbor's walk.  Her work was open and she reluctantly went to work.  Shoveled &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie's&lt;/a&gt; walk and steps.  Walked around to my friends house and shoveled her walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Along the way, I took some icicles pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3aNbmvsKAI/AAAAAAAADio/BM_zkjDdmrs/s1600-h/Icicles+-+2-11-10+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437689105493010434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3aNbmvsKAI/AAAAAAAADio/BM_zkjDdmrs/s320/Icicles+-+2-11-10+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3aM3dfAXwI/AAAAAAAADig/8PpCW1eT76U/s1600-h/Icicles+-+2-11-10+-+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437688484531822338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3aM3dfAXwI/AAAAAAAADig/8PpCW1eT76U/s320/Icicles+-+2-11-10+-+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After helping another neighbor get her walk shoveled and a path to the road, I started shoveling out my car.  A backhoe cleared the street the night before and I had a lot of ice chucks around my car.  I had cleared enough that if I had to drive, I would be able to go, but not enough that I would be able to get back in my spot.  There isn't enough room on the sides of the street to be able to park anywhere else without blocking cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I got back in, I checked my e-mail.  My friend had e-mailed back saying that she didn't expect me to shovel.  Her brother would come around with his backhoe and clear her out.  Well what the fuck?  She didn't offer to send her brother over here to help me out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I finally got the area around my car clear enough for me to be able to get in and out.  At one point, one neighbor was out on his front deck.  He would look over and quick turn his back.  Then he just kept his back to me.  You fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had said that when we lost power, everyone in the neighborhood had came together and helped one another out.  Well I guess now that we have power, everyone is back to their own ways and only thinking of themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well this pisses me off.  I have helped just about everyone in this neighborhood.  Is is too much to ask that a little help is returned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Early afternoon my friend called to say that she got stuck in the snow and couldn't get out.  I grabbed my shovel and was on my way.  Her car sits low and I couldn't get the shovel under to get any snow out.  I tried pushing, but with all my heft, I couldn't move the car.  Luckily, a couple of people showed up and we were able to push her out.  She invited me to dinner as a thank you, but I declined.  Just too exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yes, I'm bitchy.  I'm tired.  My body hurts.  I'm tired of shoveling.  I'm tired of helping and not getting any help in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today I am going to make my way to the dump.  We've been without trash pick-up for almost two weeks now.  I don't have any room left in my trash can and it's starting to get stinky.&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/6561731016537887860-4097623294219200647?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4097623294219200647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=4097623294219200647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/4097623294219200647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/4097623294219200647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-snow-storm-spouting-off.html' title='The last snow storm &amp; spouting off'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3aOnMVoa9I/AAAAAAAADi4/dik2DRVTlbs/s72-c/My+walkway+before+-+2-11-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2875371875647985431</id><published>2010-02-10T10:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:07:14.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Received another call from the police station warning us of the impending weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have some pictures to share.  Amazingly enough, I really didn't take too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LXE3e6cRI/AAAAAAAADhI/0KLpT_a1-9M/s1600-h/Blizzard+-+2-6-10+-+1+-+Holly+Tree+branch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436644178802667794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LXE3e6cRI/AAAAAAAADhI/0KLpT_a1-9M/s320/Blizzard+-+2-6-10+-+1+-+Holly+Tree+branch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Down holly tree branch on my neighbor's fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LWZLGgJYI/AAAAAAAADhA/y6ugUpJJnxQ/s1600-h/Holly+tree+-+2-10-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436643428154746242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LWZLGgJYI/AAAAAAAADhA/y6ugUpJJnxQ/s320/Holly+tree+-+2-10-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See the light spot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's where the branch broke off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LVxa5_ePI/AAAAAAAADg4/Vl8seOQMooU/s1600-h/Blizzard+-+2-6-10+-+Lilac+bush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436642745202473202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LVxa5_ePI/AAAAAAAADg4/Vl8seOQMooU/s320/Blizzard+-+2-6-10+-+Lilac+bush.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My lilac bush Saturday during the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LVJD_iE9I/AAAAAAAADgw/HoydHhHjU0Q/s1600-h/Lilac+bush+-+2-10-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436642051856929746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LVJD_iE9I/AAAAAAAADgw/HoydHhHjU0Q/s320/Lilac+bush+-+2-10-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My lilac bush today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can you see the broken branches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LTe1cV3YI/AAAAAAAADgo/zlMELoBIpow/s1600-h/Blizzard+-+2-10-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436640226885098882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LTe1cV3YI/AAAAAAAADgo/zlMELoBIpow/s320/Blizzard+-+2-10-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Snow piled on little roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It looks like a lot, but there was must more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got most of it off today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but I'm not tall enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and the shovels not long enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to get all the snow off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It will have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's been raining all day.  Now it started to snow.  It is wind driven and very wet snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm hunkered down.  I'm just going to sit on my ass and relax awhile.  I deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-2875371875647985431?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2875371875647985431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2875371875647985431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2875371875647985431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2875371875647985431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S3LXE3e6cRI/AAAAAAAADhI/0KLpT_a1-9M/s72-c/Blizzard+-+2-6-10+-+1+-+Holly+Tree+branch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2267486106122107526</id><published>2010-02-10T06:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T06:51:21.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Got an automated call from the police last night.  They are expecting rain, sleet, ice, more snow and heavy winds with this storm.  Some are still without power and some who have power will probably lose it. (OH NO!  NOT AGAIN!) If we must evacuate, it is to our local fire department where New Jersey Transit buses will bus us to Wildwood Convention Center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;They're fucking crazy if they think I'm going there.  My neighbor works in Wildwood and he said most of the island still is without power and the streets are worst then ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I started calling neighbors who only have cellphones and knew they wouldn't get the call.  We are all keeping our finger and toes crossed that we don't lose power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;While on the phone, the electric truck showed up on Nevada Avenue and without a 1/2 hour had power restored to them.  Called that friend and told her she had electric.  she was happy.  Her sister-in-law checked the freezer and so far everything is still frozen.  her and her mom are expected back Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It started to snow again last night.  Around 8:30 we had a quarter inch, but you could also hear sleet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I am getting sick.  My ears have been hurting for a while now.  Now I have a sore throat and running nose.  I called my boss and told him I wasn't coming in again.  I'm exhausted and my body hurts in places I didn't know existed.  I was hoping that a good night sleep would help.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Woke up this morning to rain.  Better then snow. But with the snow and sleet we had last night, has made for a slushy mess.  Already shoveled my front walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;If you pray, please say a pray for all of us here in Jersey.  If you don't pray, please send us good thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-2267486106122107526?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2267486106122107526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2267486106122107526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2267486106122107526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2267486106122107526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2162707626348032223</id><published>2010-02-09T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:02:52.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is going to be a rather long post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Being without power for 67-68 hours leaves you nothing to do, but write.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So if your interested in what happened in my neighborhood.  What was going through my mind.  And how the neighbors really pulled together.  Get something to drink and read on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Day 1 - Saturday, February 6, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday after work, I had stopped for lunch meat and filled four gallon jugs with water.  Glad I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I figured I would wait until Saturday morning to fill the tub.  Sorry I didn't fill it Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I woke up at 2:55 AM.  Yes I know the exact time because I looked at the clock.  At 3:00 AM there was a loud pop and the lights blinked.  They came right back on only for a second.  The second loud pop, and we lost power completely.  Then there was more pops and a green glow of light turning night into day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a transformer in front of my house and I knew that is what caused all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I called the electric company and got the automated recording to report the outage and went back to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The green flashes of light continued along with a loud hum.  Now I called the police non emergency number to report it.  I noticed the street lights were on on the street behind and in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I went back to bed and slept for maybe an hour and got up and turned the fireplace on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I needed coffee.  I drink at least a pot it not more coffee a day.  I knew that if I didn't have coffee, I would have a major headache.  I didn't need that with the headache we were already going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So I boiled water.  Placed a strainer over the coffee pot, inserted filter, added coffee grounds and slowly poured the hot water over the grounds.  This was about the worst coffee I have ever had, but it was coffee and I did enjoy it.  This is what I did throughout the outage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Later in the morning, I called my friend who lives just down the street from me.  Go figure, she had electric, cable and running water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I kept up with shoveling my front walk.  I also do in snow.  I have a bad back and if I wait until the snow is over, I'd never be able to shovel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I kept calling the electric company automated system.  First power would be restored by 2:PM.  Then power would be restored Sunday by 6:AM.  Then they had no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Made my way up to &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie's&lt;/a&gt; to shovel her walk.  She was either going to have to come to my house.  Or she would have to go to her son's house.  While I was shoveling her walk, imagine my surprise, when our least favorite neighbor came to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I got home, I called her and told her to call her son.  I knew she would never be able to make the step up onto my property.  I got alittle forceful with her telling her she had to go.  The entire City of Cape May and the entire Wildwoods were without electric and we would be low on their priority list.  She was finally able to get a hold of her son, who couldn't make it over.  But a police car showed up and took her to his house.  That was a relief.  I would have only worried about her in her house and would have figured out a way to get her here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I lost the top of my holly tree.  The branch is laying on my neighbor's fence.  Don't know if it damaged the fence and at this point, don't really care.  The fence in my mom's back yard is laying in the neighbor's yard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The fireplace is keeping the living room nice and warm.  The other rooms are cooler, but bearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hadn't seen the kittens since around 4:AM.  Another thing to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Around 6:PM I was getting really tired and laid down on the couch.  But whenever I heard voices, I would get up to see who it was.  then I notice one house on the block had electric.  Electricity was so close.  Yet so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Checked out back for the kittens.  Ralphy made his way back, but I haven't seen Yipper.  Ralphy came in and had a nice hearty meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Slept on the sofa with one cat on my chest and the other between my legs.  Now I'm a big girl and the sofa isn't big enough for the three of us.  Was able to get some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Day 2 - Sunday, February 7, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Still without electric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;With no electric, most of my neighbor's have been out shoveling and getting their cars dug out.  Some have ventured out on the road to the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have my car dug out, but didn't go anywhere.  Didn't see the need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We all keep calling the electric company.  We haven't seen a electric truck yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I called the Township Manager to see if she could do anything for us.  I knew it would be a quick fix.  She called me back and said she reported our outage to the emergency management and was told there were 100 trucks heading to this County.  I hate to say this, but I begged her to help us out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My neighbor's boyfriend's nephew works for the electric company.  He was supposed to come around.  He never made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;At this point, we just want to see an electric truck.  Something to give us hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I started bringing snow inside to melt so I can at least flush the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is very boring.  When I'm not shoveling, I'm pacing the house.  When I'm not pacing, I'm reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When one neighbor goes outside to shovel, we all go out to shovel and help one another shovel.  Those who don't have heat are invited to someone who does, but it always seems no one wants to leave their home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Was able to make my way to the propane tank.  I was starting to worry that I would run out.  It's at 65 lbs.  That should do me for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;To add more insult to injury, they are saying we will get hit with another storm Tuesday into Wednesday with at least another foot of snow.  Oy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Called the electric company yet again.  There was a little hope.  The automated voice said power should be restored by February 9 at 11:59 PM.  Called a friend all excited and she said that was disgraceful.  I asked her why.  That was tomorrow.  She said, 'dear.  Today is Sunday."  Well shit.  I guess without power, I forgot what day it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I called the electric company back and actually spoke to a real person.  She said she wasn't sure when power would be restored, but they were in the area today evaluating the situation.  I told her me and my neighbor's were outside most of the day shoveling and we didn't see any trucks.  She said they may not have been on our street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;she was really nice.  I'm sure she was getting bombarded with angry callers.  At one point, I asked her to lie to me and say power would be restored tomorrow.  She laughed and told me she couldn't say that.  Again I resorted to begging.  I told her I wouldn't hold her to it and wouldn't call yelling.  We just want a little hope.  Again she said she couldn't say that.  When I hung up, I cried.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Called my boss and told him I wouldn't be in.  He understood.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;He had lost his electric the same time I did, but was restored the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Day 3 - February 8, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Checked my freezer and my food was starting to thaw.  I put everything in zip lock bags and buried it in the snow.  Kept my milk out on the back deck to keep that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My friend on the street behind me called from Florida.  Her and her mom had left Friday morning.  She said her brother went to her house to make sure everything was okay.  I told her I would call when we got power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;More and more people are leaving.  The ones who don't have heat and won't come over.  And those who do have heat, but can't take another day of not have electric.  My list is growing for people to call when power is restored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I walked to my friends house down the street this morning.  I had a real cup of coffee and took a shower.  I cannot express enough how good that felt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The one thing I've missed the most through this whole ordeal was TV.  Notice the 'was'.  I don't care about the TB anymore.  I can do without TV.  I just want power.  At least I would be able to do stuff around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The worst is night time.  I've been reading, but that just isn't doing anything for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's lonely.  I live alone, but there is always people around.  There is only four houses left with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My neighbor called to tell me she spoke with her boyfriend.  His nephew is supposed to come around.  On his time.  And to call when I see the truck.  She has went to stay with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was on the phone with my friend when I saw flashing light.  Finally and electric truck.  I went running outside yelling, "wait.  Don't leave.  Come back."  I called me the neighbor, but was so excited I miss dialed.  When I hung up the phone rang and I heard someone yelling, 'it's an electric truck.'  I told them I would call back.  I had to call Jen.  When I called Jen she said to get outside and tell him to wait.  That Jen would be right here.  I told her he was backing out and I wouldn't get out there in time.  She hung up and called her mom and dad, who went running out in socks and no coat.  He said he had to go help a friend but be right back.  Our hearts sunk.  We were afraid he wouldn't come back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;He did an hour later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It was the transformer in front of my house.  He got in the bucket,  Raised it to the transformer.  Flipped something.  The lights went on.  We all hollered at the top of our lungs.  He lowered the bucket and was out of the bucket within ten minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When he walked around the side of the truck I ran up to him to give him a hug and thank him.  The other women in the neighborhood did the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When we went inside, we turned every light on in the house.  Flushed the toilet.  Ran the water.  Grinning from ear to ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So around 9:30 last night, we finally got electric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't go into work today.  There was just to much to do before the next storm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bobbie made her way home and is happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I will make sure I fill the tub before I go to bed tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The storm was supposed to dump a foot of snow.  It has been upgraded to 18 inches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My neighborhood was never close knit.  We would say hi how ya doing and be on our way.  This ordeal has brought us together.  We have helped on another.  We have taken them into our homes.  We have offered and given water or food if needed.  Help to shovel.  We know or we should know now, that we can count on each other in a time or need.  Or even not in a time of need.  Just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It had to take the February 6, 2010 blizzard for us to realize this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-2162707626348032223?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2162707626348032223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2162707626348032223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2162707626348032223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2162707626348032223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/blizzard-2010.html' title='Blizzard 2010'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-7297731780190317394</id><published>2010-02-09T07:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:12:04.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We got hammered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We lost electric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;After 67 hours we finally have electric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;They're talking about another storm tonight into tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We are all praying we don't lose electric again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Right now I'm going to enjoy a brewed cup of coffee and get the dirty laundry washed.  Just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;More later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-7297731780190317394?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7297731780190317394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=7297731780190317394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7297731780190317394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7297731780190317394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/blizzard-of-2010.html' title='Blizzard of 2010'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-3491755001411227104</id><published>2010-02-04T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:56:06.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That is the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We had more snow yesterday.  It was pretty, but the temps rose and most of what we got yesterday melted.  However, what we got over the past weekend still remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then there was talk of another major storm coming this way for this weekend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They had us in a winter advisory for Friday and Saturday with snow accumulations of 5 to 12 inches.  This is enough to make people flock to the stores for milk and bread.  Enough just to piss me off.  Then I heard on the radio about an hour ago that we are now in a blizzard warning with snow accumulations of 12 to 24 inches with very high winds.  I can only imagine what the stores look like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I went to our convenience store for milk.  Not because of the snow.  But because I love my milk and I was almost out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;People here at work are asking if Town Hall will close.  Oh for Pete's sake.  It hasn't even started to snow.  It may or may not.  After all they were way wrong last weekend.  We'll find out Friday and Saturday.  Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just in case though, I will be going back to the store for cigarettes.  I know.  Nasty habit and I should give it up, but I'm not ready yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-3491755001411227104?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3491755001411227104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=3491755001411227104&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3491755001411227104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3491755001411227104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/blizzard.html' title='Blizzard?????'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-305085813864758128</id><published>2010-01-31T13:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:28:14.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was quite cold this morning, but at least there was a pretty sunrise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XVatsGzmI/AAAAAAAADfQ/LBPE10eojbQ/s1600-h/Sunrise+after+the+snow+-+1-31-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432983180410277474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XVatsGzmI/AAAAAAAADfQ/LBPE10eojbQ/s320/Sunrise+after+the+snow+-+1-31-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night, while out have a cigarette, the friendly neighborhood possum decided to come out.  It was funny to watch her through the snow.  It looked like she was doggie paddling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the path that she created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XUyLDMjMI/AAAAAAAADfI/nf-Z3lmn_q8/s1600-h/Possum+path+-+1-31-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432982483917114562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XUyLDMjMI/AAAAAAAADfI/nf-Z3lmn_q8/s320/Possum+path+-+1-31-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is our coating to two inches of snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XUBL5CnrI/AAAAAAAADfA/XxZnP8h39rg/s1600-h/Snow+-+1-31-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432981642329366194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XUBL5CnrI/AAAAAAAADfA/XxZnP8h39rg/s320/Snow+-+1-31-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The news this morning said we got 9.5 inches of snow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well hot damn, I think they got one right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The birds came out to raid the feeders.  With this much snow, they need us to help keep them fed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This pretty girl must love the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nice pose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XTYvUmW-I/AAAAAAAADe4/OYp6Mi2_ayY/s1600-h/Mrs.+Cardinal+-+1-31-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432980947465559010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XTYvUmW-I/AAAAAAAADe4/OYp6Mi2_ayY/s320/Mrs.+Cardinal+-+1-31-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looking around at all the white shit, I saw this pretty reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XSxBnBUgI/AAAAAAAADew/Vv3dLoLVQYQ/s1600-h/Pretty+reflection+in+the+snow+-+1-31-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432980265179894274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XSxBnBUgI/AAAAAAAADew/Vv3dLoLVQYQ/s320/Pretty+reflection+in+the+snow+-+1-31-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The back deck offered these paw prints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XSMsa-ZmI/AAAAAAAADeo/r79McwfST_I/s1600-h/Paw+prints+in+the+snow+-+1-31-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432979641016936034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XSMsa-ZmI/AAAAAAAADeo/r79McwfST_I/s320/Paw+prints+in+the+snow+-+1-31-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And this is probably the creature that made them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XRlsP8kZI/AAAAAAAADeg/ThvxApB91tY/s1600-h/Ralphy+-+1-31-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432978970955780498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XRlsP8kZI/AAAAAAAADeg/ThvxApB91tY/s320/Ralphy+-+1-31-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Took a ride to the convenience store this morning.  Found the roads snow covered and a bit slippery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Later in the morning, I got bored and decided to go to the food market.  The temperatures have gone up and some sections of the roads have melted.  A lot of sections have not.  Several people spun wheels and fish tailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've had my adventure for the day.  Time to stay in and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-305085813864758128?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/305085813864758128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=305085813864758128&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/305085813864758128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/305085813864758128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-after-snow.html' title='The day after the snow'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2XVatsGzmI/AAAAAAAADfQ/LBPE10eojbQ/s72-c/Sunrise+after+the+snow+-+1-31-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-6315905002485957975</id><published>2010-01-30T16:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:54:28.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go any with the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All week they have talked about snow.  First it was eight inches.  Then a coating to one inch starting last Saturday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let me tell you the best profession.  Meteorology.  Doesn't matter if your right or wrong, you still get paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They were wrong AGAIN.  It started snowing around 9:30 this morning.  And it's still snowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My day consisted of laundry, dusting, cleaning out and organizing the kitchen cabinets.  I'm still not done the kitchen, but getting there.  Next vacuuming and shoveling.  At least the snow is light and fluffy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Decided to take a walk.  Stopped at &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie's&lt;/a&gt; to give her some stuff.  Started around the block.  This was the view of our main road.  Isn't that pink building hideous?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2Spwc61OFI/AAAAAAAADdo/_5iPao4X9lA/s1600-h/Snow+-+1-30-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432653700377426002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2Spwc61OFI/AAAAAAAADdo/_5iPao4X9lA/s320/Snow+-+1-30-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2SpLuiG1WI/AAAAAAAADdg/s-0M55Srilo/s1600-h/Snow+-+1-30-10+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432653069450401122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2SpLuiG1WI/AAAAAAAADdg/s-0M55Srilo/s320/Snow+-+1-30-10+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A neighbors mailbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2SojwwOs0I/AAAAAAAADdY/TPfsw7CVX9c/s1600-h/Snow+-+1-30-10+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432652382851740482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2SojwwOs0I/AAAAAAAADdY/TPfsw7CVX9c/s320/Snow+-+1-30-10+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend's holly tree.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2Sn-9LHj1I/AAAAAAAADdQ/l8bOe3h2rC8/s1600-h/Snow+-+1-30-10+-+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432651750530584402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2Sn-9LHj1I/AAAAAAAADdQ/l8bOe3h2rC8/s320/Snow+-+1-30-10+-+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then wouldn't you know my batteries died and I didn't have replacements with me.  So I walked home to drop off the camera and continue on my walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A couple of cars passed and seemed to be having some traction problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With numb hands and toes, time to go home for some hot chocolate.  Replace the batteries and go out back to see if any birds were visiting the feeders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I believe this is a dark-eyed junco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2SnYRdahjI/AAAAAAAADdI/WYcNl5xCgkQ/s1600-h/Dark-eyed+junco+-+1-30-10+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432651085961135666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2SnYRdahjI/AAAAAAAADdI/WYcNl5xCgkQ/s320/Dark-eyed+junco+-+1-30-10+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While I was loading my pictures I looked out the window and saw my neighbor shoveling the lawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432657777605547938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2StdxxxF6I/AAAAAAAADd4/yPCx3PrSsNk/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is what happens when you have a little dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432657053729019938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2SszpIJ2CI/AAAAAAAADdw/TMdAOTVvU88/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are expecting it to snow until at least 4 in the morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hate snow.  I think this is the third of fourth time this winter that it has snowed.  It never snows this often.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well never say never.&lt;/span&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/6561731016537887860-6315905002485957975?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6315905002485957975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=6315905002485957975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6315905002485957975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6315905002485957975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-we-go-any-with-snow.html' title='Here we go any with the snow'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S2Spwc61OFI/AAAAAAAADdo/_5iPao4X9lA/s72-c/Snow+-+1-30-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-7160818754237367153</id><published>2010-01-13T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T07:58:26.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raccoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning I went out to feed the kittens.  Ralphy greeted me with a very high pitched meow and seemed skittish.  Yipper wasn't around.  I really don't worry as much about Yipper as I do Ralphy.  Even though Ralphy is way bigger then Yip, Yip has attitude and can take care of herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I called for her, but she didn't show.  Ralphy was still skittish and kept looking around.  It's still dark, but I went to the top of the step to look around.  Mind you I don't have my contacts in or my glasses on, but along side of the house, I could make something out.  I went in for the flashlight.  Shining the flashlight and squinting I saw the biggest raccoon I have ever since.  No wonder Ralphy was so skittish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Instead of running inside for the camera, I grabbed a scrub brush that hadn't yet made it back to where it should be, and tossed it at the coon.  He/she didn't even look.  So there I stood between this big ass raccoon and my Ralphy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Several minutes later, he/she waddled off into the back yard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-7160818754237367153?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7160818754237367153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=7160818754237367153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7160818754237367153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7160818754237367153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/raccoon.html' title='Raccoon'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5501760741985480708</id><published>2010-01-10T14:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:57:43.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend review &amp; pound cake recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday evening brought on a headache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday, woke up with a headache, but wanting to keep with my New Years goal, started with the bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I got all the drawers cleaned out and organized before tackling the closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I had stored my old TV in the closet. You never know when this may come in handy, but decided it was time to get rid of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Our trash guys will take a lot of things that we put out, but they won't take TV's. So I just packed up the car and head for our dump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;By now, my head is pounding, but I was on a mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The guy in the booth was very nice and told me where the TV was to go. After getting rid of trash and recycle, I headed over to the dumpster he told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;There was another guy there who appeared to be organizing the dumpster. I only saw computer monitors and asked him if this was the place for TV's. He mumbled something that I could not hear and asked him to repeat himself. The asshole practically yelled at me. Telling it was and that he would get it. Pissing me off, I told him that I could handle the TV on my own. And that I didn't want him to hurt himself. Let alone do the job that he was getting paid for. Anyway, he ended up getting the TV and literally throwing in the dumpster. I told him he was an arrogate SOB and left. I can only imagine what he was calling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, when I was cleaning out the closet, I came across my pictures from my Maine trip in 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I scanned them in the computer and added some of my favorites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now remember the quality isn't all that great. These were pre-digital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0ooOAYKjeI/AAAAAAAADco/8g44QCYOCIU/s1600-h/Perkins+Cove+-+Maine+-+9-23-09+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425192922205818338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0ooOAYKjeI/AAAAAAAADco/8g44QCYOCIU/s320/Perkins+Cove+-+Maine+-+9-23-09+-+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My favorite spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Perkin's Cove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0ooIvw55XI/AAAAAAAADcg/K2sbUJ8V6QM/s1600-h/Marginal+Way+-+Perkins+Cove+-+Maine+-+9-23-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425192831846835570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0ooIvw55XI/AAAAAAAADcg/K2sbUJ8V6QM/s320/Marginal+Way+-+Perkins+Cove+-+Maine+-+9-23-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marginal Way at Perkin's Cove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0ooCC6k1QI/AAAAAAAADcY/YZzmDdUtYR4/s1600-h/Nubble+Lighthouse+-+Maine+-+9-24-03+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425192716728587522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0ooCC6k1QI/AAAAAAAADcY/YZzmDdUtYR4/s320/Nubble+Lighthouse+-+Maine+-+9-24-03+-+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nubble Lighthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0on7Ncp18I/AAAAAAAADcQ/LBpnsdHkgRI/s1600-h/Portland+Head+Light+-+Maine+-+9-25-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425192599296792514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0on7Ncp18I/AAAAAAAADcQ/LBpnsdHkgRI/s320/Portland+Head+Light+-+Maine+-+9-25-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Portland Head Lighthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0onVWUdkcI/AAAAAAAADcI/6z-_smw-Tdc/s1600-h/Coastline+-+Portland+Head+Light+-+Maine+-+9-25-03+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425191948843323842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0onVWUdkcI/AAAAAAAADcI/6z-_smw-Tdc/s320/Coastline+-+Portland+Head+Light+-+Maine+-+9-25-03+-+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Portland Coastline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you would like to see the other photos from this trip, visit my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/villasgirlpics/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We went on a bus trip. I must say that this was one of the best trips I have been on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By evening though, my head had enough. This was one of the worst migraines that I have had yet. My vision was blurry. My eyes hurt looking at the TV. Any light was painful. I had the sick to my stomach feeling. And no matter where or how I put my head, was painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today is much better. Only a dull ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went food shopping this morning. Our supermarket is having their can-can sale. Saved over $50.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The cashier I decided to go to today would not stop talking and was very sloooow. I was trying to figure out something to say where she would stop talking and just ring my purchase without hurting her feelings. What I really wanted to tell her was, 'shut up and scan my purchases so I can get out of here. I have a date with my Kitchen Aide to make a pound cake and a date with my couch.' I'm cranky today. I didn't say anything, but decided I would never go to her line again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The pound cake is out of the oven and if I do say so myself, smells delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is a cake that gets better the longer it sits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, here's the recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dump Pound Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1/2 lb. butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1 1/2 cups sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2 even tsp. baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In large mixing bowl or Kitchen Aide, put ingredients in order given. Mix for 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Put in greased and floured bundt or tube pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Place in oven and bake at 350 degrees for 55 to 60 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;DO NOT PREHEAT OVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cool in pan 10 minutes. Remove from pan and cool completely on wire rack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&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/6561731016537887860-5501760741985480708?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5501760741985480708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5501760741985480708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5501760741985480708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5501760741985480708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-review-pound-cake-recipe.html' title='Weekend review &amp; pound cake recipe'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S0ooOAYKjeI/AAAAAAAADco/8g44QCYOCIU/s72-c/Perkins+Cove+-+Maine+-+9-23-09+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5603054125702501876</id><published>2010-01-01T08:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:07:15.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sz30VSsp7xI/AAAAAAAADb4/UGM_LW86clQ/s1600-h/New_Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421758173057511186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sz30VSsp7xI/AAAAAAAADb4/UGM_LW86clQ/s320/New_Year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went back to last years post to - 1 - get the photo above and 2 - see what I was thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I had one resolution listed that I have kept for many years now and will continue with this resolution. 'Do unto others as others do unto me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the only resolution I make. There is no sense making others when I know I will not be able to keep them. So what I did last year was set goals for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lets review and see how well (ha-ha) I did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. I will try to read the books I have in my closet and not buy many new books. I fear this will be a hard goal to achieve because of my book addiction, but I am going to try my best.&lt;/em&gt; Amazingly enough, I have kept to this goal. Now I'm not saying that I didn't go out an buy new books, but I have put a dent in the number of books I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. I will try to reduce the number of tarts, votive and jar candles. (Another addiction). This will probably be an easier goal to achieve. (Unless Yankee has a good sale or a new scent. Right now I love Autumn Wreath) &lt;/em&gt;Actually, this was a harder goal to achieve. Although I haven't bought many candles, I haven't been burning the ones that I have. I haven't put a dent in the candles that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. I will try to be more patient. Lately I find myself growing impatient with people and things.&lt;/em&gt; I think I have done good with this goal. I have been able to diffuse situations at work better. Made more friends. Accepting their quirks by being patient and I found they accept me for mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Keeping focused on one project. My brain has been so scattered of late. I start one thing, stop for no reason and start another. When I catch myself doing this, I stop that project and go back to the first telling myself to finish. So this year, I will focus to finish the first project before starting another. (I don't think I will be able to achieve this, but I will try.) &lt;/em&gt;I haven't been able to keep this goal. Oh I have tried, but failed. Will try to work on this again this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Working on taking better pictures. I am happy with how far I have come in my photography. Yes I have upgraded myself from picture taking to photography. This is a hobby that I have enjoyed this past year or so. It has been a great release and source of exercise. I will be looking into upgrading my current camera, an HP Photosmart R837, to something with more mega pixels and zoom. Any suggestions would be appreciated. &lt;/em&gt;This goal was easier to achieve, but there is still much more to learn. I still have my HP and carry it with all the time. But I have upgrade to an Olympus SP-565UZ. My walls in work are covered with my pictures. People will come in, look around and ask if I took these pictures. When they tell me they are very good, I get a high. This has also helped me to accept a compliment better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Continuing with my weight loss. I keep ping-ponging between 20-25 pounds weight loss. Now with the holidays over, and most of the goodie's gone, I can concentrate on getting back to a normal healthy diet. And throw some exercise. My line dance class with be starting soon. Our local recreation center will be starting an 8 week yoga class I will try. &lt;/em&gt;I didn't do to good with this goal. I did continue my line dance. I tried the yoga and enjoyed it very much. But losing weight is a difficult battle. I will try again this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Just trying to be an all around good person. I will treat people the way I want to be treated, which I do already. I will think before I talk. I sometimes say something innocently, but after it is said, I realize from the expression or the silence that I have offended or hurt that person unintentionally. I would like to say that I will work on my temper, but that would be impossible. &lt;/em&gt;I have been a good person and treated people with respect. Okay sometime I digressed, but I tried. As far as the 'think before I talk', I failed miserably. I call it my foot in mouth disease. However, I have to say that this has worked well for me. I have unintentionally learned a lot about people this way because when the disease kicks in, the expression changes, and sometimes I have to say "bingo". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I think for this year, I will continue with the above goals and add a couple more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;8. To try and be a better cook. I have been watching the FoodNetwork a lot and trying some of the recipes. What I must do is start to experiment with different spices and add more foods to my diet. We'll see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;9. To become more organized at home. Everything in my home has a place, but it doesn't always end up there. I will make a conscience effort to make sure everything finds its place. The closets will get cleaned out and organized and hopefully stay that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The first of the year, I change the batteries in my smoke detectors.  So please don't forget to change the batteries in yours.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So as per the norm, I have gabbed way to much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope that everyone has a safe, healthy and happy 2010.&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/6561731016537887860-5603054125702501876?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5603054125702501876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5603054125702501876&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5603054125702501876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5603054125702501876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sz30VSsp7xI/AAAAAAAADb4/UGM_LW86clQ/s72-c/New_Year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-3865085093132167879</id><published>2009-12-29T18:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:51:47.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who decided to come in out of the cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzqR4faIu6I/AAAAAAAADbo/KbNdLT8H220/s1600-h/Yipper+-+12-29-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420805501183638434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzqR4faIu6I/AAAAAAAADbo/KbNdLT8H220/s320/Yipper+-+12-29-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup. Little Miss Yipper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been trying for a long time to get her to come inside. I would pick her up, bring her in (trying to avoid very sharp claws), and set her down next to her brother. She would stay for a short time, then wanted no part of inside anymore and wanted to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Then I noticed that she was staying in longer. One night she was in and so quiet, I forgot she was in. When I went looking for her, she was sound asleep on top of the cushion I have on the dryer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzqRR6Ydp2I/AAAAAAAADbg/SCXCQSUEjeE/s1600-h/Yipper+-+12-29-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420804838409480034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzqRR6Ydp2I/AAAAAAAADbg/SCXCQSUEjeE/s320/Yipper+-+12-29-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That night she spent outside, but it ended there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Her brother Ralphy has spent every night inside since he came back. I guess she got tired of being outside alone at night and she knocked to come in. I went to bed thinking there would be a fight between Yipper and My Baby Girl. No fights. Yipper woke me very early to go out. Ralphy went out with her, but he soon was knocking to come back in to his favorite spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzqRDvdgZOI/AAAAAAAADbY/boiteK2VZoA/s1600-h/Ralphy+-+12-29-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420804594959672546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzqRDvdgZOI/AAAAAAAADbY/boiteK2VZoA/s320/Ralphy+-+12-29-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Much progress was made trying to get Yipper inside. But I think, being a typical cat, it was on her terms not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My Baby Girl doesn't seem too bother about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzqQr6uugoI/AAAAAAAADbQ/qyfsdBeRozw/s1600-h/My+Baby+-+12-29-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420804185667830402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzqQr6uugoI/AAAAAAAADbQ/qyfsdBeRozw/s320/My+Baby+-+12-29-09+-+1.JPG" 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/6561731016537887860-3865085093132167879?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3865085093132167879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=3865085093132167879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3865085093132167879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3865085093132167879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-who-decided-to-come-in-out-of-cold.html' title='Look who decided to come in out of the cold'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzqR4faIu6I/AAAAAAAADbo/KbNdLT8H220/s72-c/Yipper+-+12-29-09+-+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-13527452889920184</id><published>2009-12-28T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:48:01.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid question of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to work after a three day weekend is hard.  Especially this time of year.  Not to many people coming in my office or calling for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, my first and only person of the day, so far, was a contractor.  The contractor asked me if I remember a job he did that needed our approval?  Why yes I remember that job.  It was for a second floor deck.  Well anyway, the homeowner didn't pay him for the work, so he filed suit against them for his money.  In turn they filed suit against him siting forgery.  They are saying that he forged the applications to us.  He asked what he could do?  My answer was to contact his attorney.  His next question was if I or my boss could write a letter that he didn't forge the applications.  Did he have too much eggnog?  I told him that we couldn't write a letter like that.  The only thing I(we) could do would be to copy the approved applications for him.  I told him that once I had the applications copied, I would call him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He also tells me that the owners didn't like the fiberglass deck so he put vinyl over top the fiberglass.  He said they didn't like getting wet when on the first floor deck.  I now have some bells ringing in my ears.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After he leaves, I look up the application number and pull the file.  There were three applications.  When reviewing them, the second floor deck was supposed to be open.  (We have a rule here in the Township that if you have a second floor deck over a first floor deck, water must be able to get through the second floor deck and get the first floor deck wet.  If not, it is considered a roof and it is a whole new ballgame.)  Now I'm in a pickle because we didn't approve what was built.  Do I tell my boss when he comes back Wednesday?  Would he do anything about it?  Probably not.  Or do I just let the chips far where they may?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-13527452889920184?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/13527452889920184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=13527452889920184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/13527452889920184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/13527452889920184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-question-of-day.html' title='Stupid question of the day'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-7117818314462513258</id><published>2009-12-27T12:29:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:05:46.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday brought us snow. Not fine by me, but I was staying in to make cookies anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzefOMG91_I/AAAAAAAADbI/8eqgxBaXvDQ/s1600-h/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419975742681110514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzefOMG91_I/AAAAAAAADbI/8eqgxBaXvDQ/s320/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shoveled once in the morning. Then it turned to freezing rain. Then turned back to snow. Shoveled again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I must say that it was beautiful. Especially Sunday when I was making my way to the grocery store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Szeec_37yxI/AAAAAAAADbA/TgxI0KBaDYc/s1600-h/Fulling+Mill+Road+-+12-20-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419974897583246098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Szeec_37yxI/AAAAAAAADbA/TgxI0KBaDYc/s320/Fulling+Mill+Road+-+12-20-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday night was ceramics. I put Ralphy out around 6:PM, telling him when I got home, he could come in again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because of the roads, only five brave souls showed up. It was a fun night, but I was exhausted from all day cookie making on Saturday and Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I got home, I went to let Ralphy in. He wasn't there. A bit later, I got his and Yippers dinner ready. Went out and only Yipper was there. This was very unusually, because Ralphy never-ever misses a meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I yelled for him, but he didn't show up. I figured he would be there in the morning. No Ralphy. He wasn't around at lunch time either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I sent out a couple of e-mails to friends in the neighborhood to keep their eyes open for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I got home from work, there was a group of kids on my neighbors steps and one throwing snowballs at the house. I really didn't care about the snowballs because they weren't being thrown at the windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Because Ralphy still wasn't home, I thought maybe he was in the shed and couldn't get out. I decided to make my way to the shed. The group of kids was now at my neighbors back door trying to get in. I yelled over asking what they were doing. They took off running and I thought I heard one say 'do you have the key?' I came in and called that neighbor, left a voice mail asking him if he had hidden a key someplace and what he wanting me to do. I was at my front door when I saw two of the kids run into the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ahh! Paula your ass is mine now. I called, told her what I saw and heard. She said that she heard them say something about a key also. Funny thing, they said it in the back of the house and there was no way she could have heard them. Anyway, she said that she punished her two kids because she sees and hears everything. I asked her if she saw her son throwing snowballs at the house. Silence. She told me that they put the key back where they found it. Under the mat. I thought this strange. I told her that I have a call into the neighbor to see what he wanted me to do. She said that she would get the key and keep it. I told her to leave it. Paul would let me know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now Paula has her two asses come to my house to apologize to me. I asked them why they were apologizing to me. It wasn't my house they were trying to break into and when Paul came down, they better march their asses over to apologize to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Paul called back and told me he had the key hidden in a secret spot in the shed. He asked me to get the key and hold it until he comes down. I told him I would and check to may sure nothing was damaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next thing Paula's knocking on my door telling me that she asked her daughter where they found the key and 'my daughter would never lie to her mommy.' She said her daughter told her they found the key under the mat at the front door. I told Paula there is always a first time for a daughter to lie to her mommy and now is the time. The key wasn't there. It was hidden in the shed. Then she tells me when she looked out, she saw her daughter shoveling Paul's front step. I asked her why. What? Why was your daughter shoveling Paul's front step when he wasn't even down. Why wasn't she shoveling her own steps that haven't been shoveled yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She then tells me that she tracked the kids down and told them that they were boarding breaking the law and if they had went in the house they would have been. She tells me she told them the police were called. I said 'whoa. I didn't call the police. And if something happens to any of my property, I was coming after her and it wouldn't be a pretty sight.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She told me that her son is eight and trying to fit in. No one wants to play with an eight year old. Not my problem. And it seems that he picked the wrong friends and it is your responsibility to teach your kids right from wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She asked if her kids came to apologize to me. I told her they did, but questioned why? I wasn't my house. They, including you, better apologize to Paul when he comes down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She kept saying how embarrassed she was. I couldn't help myself. I had to ask her if she was embarrassed because her kids were part of trying to break into someones house or because they got caught? I didn't get and answer from her, but that was the answer for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So if it wasn't for Ralphy being missing, they may have gotten into the house without my or anyone else noticing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then I visited a couple friends house that night. My one friend knew how upset I was that Ralphy wasn't around and told me she would say a couple prayers that he would return safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I got home, I went out calling for him again. I couldn't hear any mewing like I normally would if he was around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am not one to pray, but I said to the angels, 'I don't ask for much, but please bring my handsome boy home to me safe and sound. It's been more than 24 hours.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Laying in bed, I heard a noise out back. I wasn't going to check, but something told me too. When I turned on the light, there was my Ralphy. I don't think that door ever opened so fast. He came running in with me scooping him up in my arms. I fed him. Which he inhaled. He slept in bed, plastered against my leg purring the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzedcCNl8JI/AAAAAAAADa4/-wBipUK6Leg/s1600-h/Ralphy+-+11-10-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419973781519462546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzedcCNl8JI/AAAAAAAADa4/-wBipUK6Leg/s320/Ralphy+-+11-10-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Szec1IeqLwI/AAAAAAAADaw/P0Rf_4UGZBY/s1600-h/Ralphy+-+11-10-09+-+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419973113186758402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Szec1IeqLwI/AAAAAAAADaw/P0Rf_4UGZBY/s320/Ralphy+-+11-10-09+-+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still don't know where he was. Where ever he was, it was someplace I couldn't hear him. A place where he wasn't being fed. Now, when he hears or sees people, he starts to panic. So I think maybe he somehow got locked in someone shed or somehow someones house. He has been sticking close to home and spending more time inside. Fine by me. I wish he would stay inside all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have been trying to get Yipper inside too. Little by little I have been able to do so. Hopefully soon, I can get her to be a primarily inside cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We all had a good Christmas. &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; gave us a PetSmart gift card. I used it today and all my kittens are very grateful to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Christmas Day brought me a couple of Tufted Titmouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzecLoUpMKI/AAAAAAAADao/ChV-erizxkI/s1600-h/Tufted+Titmouse+-+12-25-09+-+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419972400180179106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzecLoUpMKI/AAAAAAAADao/ChV-erizxkI/s320/Tufted+Titmouse+-+12-25-09+-+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Szebli68HDI/AAAAAAAADag/64cqwQChICY/s1600-h/Tufted+Titmouse+-+12-25-09+-+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419971745895160882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Szebli68HDI/AAAAAAAADag/64cqwQChICY/s320/Tufted+Titmouse+-+12-25-09+-+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzebAHjXljI/AAAAAAAADaY/k2CLWkaSoiY/s1600-h/Christmas+tree,+My+Baby+%26+Ralphy+-+12-12-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419971102893381170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzebAHjXljI/AAAAAAAADaY/k2CLWkaSoiY/s320/Christmas+tree,+My+Baby+%26+Ralphy+-+12-12-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Best Christmas gifts of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My Baby Girl (right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My Ralphy (left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday brought us heavy rain for most of the day and the loss of electricity for three hours. At least is wasn't bitter cold, though I had to turn the fireplace on to get the dampness out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today is finally sunny and warm. Going to the store showed more flooding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My friend told me the end of her street is flooded. The Township sandbagged, but there is just too much water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please wish us sunny-dry weather.&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/6561731016537887860-7117818314462513258?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7117818314462513258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=7117818314462513258&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7117818314462513258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7117818314462513258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/review-of-last-week.html' title='Review of last week'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SzefOMG91_I/AAAAAAAADbI/8eqgxBaXvDQ/s72-c/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-8984097362975234259</id><published>2009-12-19T16:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T16:48:22.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first snow of the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1GYpjMJkI/AAAAAAAADYQ/yd8FLZYLPlQ/s1600-h/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417063316080830018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1GYpjMJkI/AAAAAAAADYQ/yd8FLZYLPlQ/s320/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1Fx2OsWPI/AAAAAAAADYI/Rc0PfmufzK4/s1600-h/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417062649469622514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1Fx2OsWPI/AAAAAAAADYI/Rc0PfmufzK4/s320/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1FLV7OB8I/AAAAAAAADYA/XXQdojBzN7I/s1600-h/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417061987962980290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1FLV7OB8I/AAAAAAAADYA/XXQdojBzN7I/s320/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1EkjijArI/AAAAAAAADX4/HbvKkuEeAzY/s1600-h/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417061321602695858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1EkjijArI/AAAAAAAADX4/HbvKkuEeAzY/s320/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1EWXRJgFI/AAAAAAAADXw/zEqwbiuKSiY/s1600-h/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417061077790326866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1EWXRJgFI/AAAAAAAADXw/zEqwbiuKSiY/s320/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We woke up to our first storm of the season.  When I went out, there was a couple inches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Later the temps warmed up and we had freezing rain.  Now back to snow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't go anywhere today.  Today was cookie baking day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-8984097362975234259?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8984097362975234259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=8984097362975234259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8984097362975234259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8984097362975234259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-first-snow-of-season.html' title='Our first snow of the season'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sy1GYpjMJkI/AAAAAAAADYQ/yd8FLZYLPlQ/s72-c/First+snow+-+12-19-09+-+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5477226655155092689</id><published>2009-12-18T07:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:47:12.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke up earlier then normal this morning and went through my daily ritual.  (I am a creature of habit.  Change my routine and I'm done for the day.  I feel uptight inside.)  Make bed.  Go to bathroom.  Feed Baby Girl.  Get cup of coffee.  Watch weather channel.  Get second cup of coffee.  Go fed kittens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Go out to fed the kittens and they're not there.  I call and Yipper comes running.  Then I hear a pitiful mew.  I call for Ralphy and hear the pitiful mew again.  Now every mama knows the sound of her young.  And when we hear distress, we kick into action.  I grab the flashlight, (because it is before 6 in the morning), and going running in the direction I heard him.  I'm calling for him and hearing the mews.  I am fighting bamboo, holly tree branches and leaves to try and find him.  Can't see him.  I jump in my car and drive around the block, (if I ran over or tried to jump the fence, I would probably die before I got to him).  I run into the back yard and fighting bamboo and holly again, start looking for him.  I don't see him, nor do I hear him anymore.  Come back home and can hear the pitiful mews again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now I have to get back to my routine.  I jump in the shower (one must be clean when on a rescue mission) and rush through that.  After I'm clean, dressed and shoes on, out I go again.  Now we have some light from the morning sun.  In the holly tree I go again calling for him.  I part some bamboo and he mews.  I look up and there the sucker is on my neighbors garage roof.  Here I was thinking he got into a fight during the night and was laying hurt and bleeding.  I grab the ladder (it's a four foot number) and back to my neighbors I go.  I knew the ladder wouldn't be tall enough, but I thought he would come over to me and I could grab him.  What does he do?  Runs to the other end of the roof.  I try to get around that side, but my neighbor has so much shit there, I couldn't get anywhere.  Over to the other side again.  I somehow make my way through the tangle of shit.  What does my handsome boy do?  Jumps into another neighbors tree, makes his way down the tree and runs back into my yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know that he could have gotten down himself eventually, but that damn mama instinct kicked in and I went into protection mode.  He's safe and that's all that matters.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-5477226655155092689?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5477226655155092689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5477226655155092689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5477226655155092689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5477226655155092689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/woke-up-earlier-then-normal-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2217217878864606470</id><published>2009-12-09T17:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:45:16.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some flooding pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAnjx02QGI/AAAAAAAADVc/pmZOY_szhMg/s1600-h/Flooding+at+the+library+-+12-9-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413370247723237474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAnjx02QGI/AAAAAAAADVc/pmZOY_szhMg/s400/Flooding+at+the+library+-+12-9-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAmh1zVrdI/AAAAAAAADVU/uOZv0LFLY18/s1600-h/Flooding+at+the+library+-+12-9-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413369114919284178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAmh1zVrdI/AAAAAAAADVU/uOZv0LFLY18/s400/Flooding+at+the+library+-+12-9-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Library parking lot. Not too bad now. It was higher earlier in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAlPOkEWNI/AAAAAAAADVM/AjB3dD0eyeA/s1600-h/Flooding+at+Evoy%27s+-+12-9-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413367695636977874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAlPOkEWNI/AAAAAAAADVM/AjB3dD0eyeA/s400/Flooding+at+Evoy%27s+-+12-9-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAkKD0NCgI/AAAAAAAADVE/56KCK5EDyrQ/s1600-h/Flooding+at+Evoy%27s+-+12-9-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413366507340892674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAkKD0NCgI/AAAAAAAADVE/56KCK5EDyrQ/s400/Flooding+at+Evoy%27s+-+12-9-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAjeZ8dTqI/AAAAAAAADU8/LjXtr87vL-8/s1600-h/Ducks+%26+flooding+at+Evoy%27s+-+12-9-09+-+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413365757366849186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAjeZ8dTqI/AAAAAAAADU8/LjXtr87vL-8/s400/Ducks+%26+flooding+at+Evoy%27s+-+12-9-09+-+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is Evoy's. They have a lake, but the lake has overflowed. The ducks are loving it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-2217217878864606470?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2217217878864606470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2217217878864606470&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2217217878864606470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2217217878864606470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-flooding-pics.html' title='Some flooding pics'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SyAnjx02QGI/AAAAAAAADVc/pmZOY_szhMg/s72-c/Flooding+at+the+library+-+12-9-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-7813669626009198666</id><published>2009-12-09T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:37:31.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again with the weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well we got hit with another storm during the wee hours of the morning.  High winds and rain.  Woke me up a couple times during the night.  Woke me up for the last time around 4:30 this morning.  I just stayed up made coffee and fed the fur babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The ground is so saturated the water has no place to go.  Everything is soggy and squishy.  The intersection and library parking lot are flooded.  A short ride around town showed a couple of properties with standing water.  We have been getting quite a few calls in work that properties are flooded.  Well no offense, but no shit.  What do they expect with all the rain we've had.  And what to they expect us to do?  Go out there and suck the property dry.  Sorry I vent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I watched the weather channel at lunch and they said the temperatures are going to drop and high winds will start again.  Because the ground is so saturated, take precautions for falling trees.  What does that mean?  What precautions should I take.  Cut down my trees?  Move my house?  Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, on another note.  I've been watching the food channel.  I watch what they make.  If the recipe appeals to me, I go to foodnetwork.com and get it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What I really wanted to say here is - they always taste what they made.  How come they always are like ooh-um this is so good.  Just once I would love for them to make a sour face and say, 'this tastes like shit.  I put too much such-in-such in.  That happens when you cook.  It can't be perfect everytime.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-7813669626009198666?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7813669626009198666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=7813669626009198666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7813669626009198666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7813669626009198666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/again-with-weather.html' title='Again with the weather'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-6851252290645772192</id><published>2009-12-03T08:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:22:57.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We have had more cloudy-rainy days then sunny.  Yesterday was no exception.  They were calling for heavy rain and high winds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I must say that this time the weather people were right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The rain started yesterday afternoon.  On and off.  I went to ceramics and by the time I left, it was pouring.  Ralphy, rightfully so, spent the night inside.  Yipper still won't come in, so the brave little soul she is, braved the elements.  When the wind picked up, it slammed the side of the house.  Nothing like wind driven rain to keep one up.  Then later, after I had fell asleep, the gusts started.  Now I can sleep through just about anything.  Well some of the gusts slamming the side of the house, woke me out of a dead sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I checked the rain gauge this morning.  We got three inches of rain last night.  Honestly, I thought it would be more.  I haven't checked my property yet, but I don't think there was any damage.  One house in the neighborhood lost a gutter and down spout.  Considering the wind, this was minimal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One good thing is the sun is shining today.  And according to the Weather Channel, we are supposed to have record high temperatures today.  Close to 70 degrees.  This I can believe.  It is already warm.  Hard to believe that it is December.  However, the temps are supposed to plummet to 36 degrees tonight.  More December like temps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-6851252290645772192?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6851252290645772192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=6851252290645772192&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6851252290645772192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6851252290645772192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/wacky-weather.html' title='Wacky weather'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2890878327726768699</id><published>2009-11-26T16:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:34:05.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I'm thankful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving with their family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;One thing I am thankful for today is this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7tKfD2A6I/AAAAAAAADU0/QGJNfbPcrJk/s1600/Blue+sky+-+11-26-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408520966910641058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7tKfD2A6I/AAAAAAAADU0/QGJNfbPcrJk/s400/Blue+sky+-+11-26-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7tGPAVc2I/AAAAAAAADUs/zJkZZEgSsDM/s1600/Blue+sky+-+11-26-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408520893881480034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7tGPAVc2I/AAAAAAAADUs/zJkZZEgSsDM/s400/Blue+sky+-+11-26-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know to some this may not seem like any big deal.  But here in Cape May County, this is the first blue sky we have since.  Since.  Well I honestly don't remember the last time we saw blue skies.  And sadly as I type this, the gray clouds and dampness has taken over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Another thing I am thankful for is my good friends.  &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; would be top of the list.  We have known one another for sixteen years now.  Not only do I consider her my friend, she's family.  We have been through a lot of bad times, but the good times out weigh the bad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I spoke with my friend Margie several times today.  She tells me she is going to be a grandmom again.  I am soo happy for her and her daughter.  This baby was not planned.  They really don't know yet how they feel about this.  I think this baby is meant to be and will bring something special to this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be going to another good friends house in a bit for Thanksgiving dessert.  Karen, I have known for years and Chrissy, just several, but they are the friends that you can count on no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And lastly, the one friend that I have had the pleasure of knowing, loving and living with for many years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7tA1Wg6WI/AAAAAAAADUk/5LEt0n8sIUs/s1600/My+Baby+girl+-+11-26-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408520801095838050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7tA1Wg6WI/AAAAAAAADUk/5LEt0n8sIUs/s400/My+Baby+girl+-+11-26-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7s7afbBYI/AAAAAAAADUc/v9G4EHgt5bY/s1600/My+Baby+girl+-+11-26-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408520707986097538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7s7afbBYI/AAAAAAAADUc/v9G4EHgt5bY/s400/My+Baby+girl+-+11-26-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7s174fn3I/AAAAAAAADUU/KJUem5JB4pg/s1600/My+Baby+girl+-+11-26-09+-+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408520613870411634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7s174fn3I/AAAAAAAADUU/KJUem5JB4pg/s400/My+Baby+girl+-+11-26-09+-+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My baby girl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As I have wrote here before, she is getting up there in years (almost 20) and her health is failing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am thankful for everyday and every holiday that we have together.  She is after all, my best friend and baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(All the photos of her were taken after she ate her favorite meal.  Turkey.  And like all of us, she is taking the after turkey dinner snooze.)&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/6561731016537887860-2890878327726768699?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2890878327726768699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2890878327726768699&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2890878327726768699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2890878327726768699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-things-im-thankful-for.html' title='Some things I&apos;m thankful for'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw7tKfD2A6I/AAAAAAAADU0/QGJNfbPcrJk/s72-c/Blue+sky+-+11-26-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5779732166008199884</id><published>2009-11-26T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:07:40.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw6nvu_E7ZI/AAAAAAAADUE/wa-QwAadR6c/s1600/Thanksgiving+flowers+-+11-26-09+-+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408444641026829714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw6nvu_E7ZI/AAAAAAAADUE/wa-QwAadR6c/s400/Thanksgiving+flowers+-+11-26-09+-+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-5779732166008199884?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5779732166008199884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5779732166008199884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5779732166008199884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5779732166008199884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sw6nvu_E7ZI/AAAAAAAADUE/wa-QwAadR6c/s72-c/Thanksgiving+flowers+-+11-26-09+-+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5575651791725751349</id><published>2009-11-23T14:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:29:50.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless, TV &amp; crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We all have things in our lives that are priceless and dear to our hearts. For me - earrings. Diamond earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It was more than 20 years ago. My dad gave my mom diamond earrings. For some reason, she could not wear them. Her ears would get inflamed and sore. They thought maybe it was the silver and had the posts dipped in yellow gold. She still couldn't wear them. She told me that when I turned 18, she would give them to me. Well she gave them to me way before that and I had my ears pierced again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Except for cleaning them, I have not taken them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This morning I'm taking my shower. My loofah snagged my ear and next thing I hear a 'tink'. I look down and see the back of my earring. I reached up and the diamond earring wasn't there. I hurriedly turned the shower off. I am squeezing the loofah. Nothing. I am squeezing my hair. Nothing. Now I start to panic. I jump out of the shower to get the screwdriver. I take off the drain cover, no earring. I reach in and relief, I feel the earring. My fingers are too big to grab it. I grab the tweezers. Still can't reach the earring. Next, I grabbed the needle nose pliers. I was finally able to get the earring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;What relief this was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuesday night, I screwed the TV up again. I called my friend Phillip. He came to my rescue and showed me how to work the remote. He showed me an easier way to program the DVR. I can now program the DVR without having to refer to my notes. We changed the background color for the guide from that ugly royal blue to pretty evergreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am loving having the Gameshow Network and AMC back. I love the National Geographic Channel and Encore. I have been "On Demand" for some movies, but they are not all that great. Mostly very old movies. I think one of the best features is pausing a show that you are watching. I'll probably wear that button out first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am not intimidated by the remote anymore. I just wish it were smaller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I came across a neat craft in one of my magazines and thought it would be a nice Christmas gift for some of my co-workers and the ceramic girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;You take a smooth clear jar or candle holder and use stain glass spray paint to the outside. Add sticker decals. Then it says to add a votive candle and put sand around the candle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know how some feel about candles, so I decided that the battery operated candles would be better and forget the sand. The candles I got at Big Lots on sale. Next was the dollar store for candle holders. I cleaned them out. Next Michaels for decals. Who knew that decals were that expensive. Last item needed was the stain glass paint. Michael's, Lowes, K-mart, Family Dollar and Ace Hardware don't carry this. The only thing Anco had was frosted. I may have to go with that, but feel the colored stain glass paint would look better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;There are a couple of stores left to try. I'll look there and if they don't carry it, I check on-line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I should have stuck with something I'm good at. Baking.&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/6561731016537887860-5575651791725751349?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5575651791725751349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5575651791725751349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5575651791725751349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5575651791725751349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/priceless-tv-crafts.html' title='Priceless, TV &amp; crafts'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-1441701647053953745</id><published>2009-11-15T07:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:38:32.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital cable &amp; maybe some sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have thought long and hard whether I wanted to go to digital cable.  Well I finally took the plunge and got it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The cable guy came yesterday to hook me up.  I got a regular digital box for the bedroom and the DVR box for the living room.  I asked him if he could also connect my VCR/DVD combo up.  He said he could.  Then he proceeded to clear a space on top of my entertainment center.  I asked him what he was doing and he told me that the DVR box was going to sit on top of the entertainment center.  The hell it will I tell him.  I asked him if the DVR box can stand on end next to the TV?  He tells me it can't and neither can my VCR/DVD.  So needless to say, I only have the DVR box until I figure something else out for the other.  I guess I'll have to have my friends son do the connection when I finally figure this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, it didn't take him long at all to do the conversion.  I asked him while hooking everything up if he was going to show me how to work this.  Of course he says.  OMG.  The remote is very intimidating for someone like me that is clueless about this new technology.  He is whipping through the controls on the remote and talking the whole time.  I am trying to write some of this stuff down.  Finally I said, 'Look.  You have to go slower.  I cannot comprehend what you are saying and doing.'  He was nice about it and slowed down.  My one major concern was setting the DVR.  He talked me through that and showed me.  He told me to just play and I would learn.  Easy for him to say.  Once he leaves, I'm on my own.  And I know I can screw something up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Off he goes.  I start to play and did figure out most of the remote and different menus.  I have to say the one thing I like very much is pausing a program and restarting it.  See I'm not one to sit for any length of time.  I'll get up and go to the bathroom.  Or make coffee.  Or get something to drink.  Or go for a smoke.  Or just get up and walk around.  So that pause button is very useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I think so far my favorite channel is Encore.  I watched two movies last night.  And yes.  Paused both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I also like having the Game Show Network back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was ready to go to bed, I decided to try the DVR.  I go through the menus to program it.  The TV program I was trying to set was already in progress.  When I went to turn the TV off, a message popped up saying 'in order to record, the TV must stay on.'  I scroll down to cancel recording and turned the TV off.  A bit later I tried to turn the TV back on.  Nothing.  Of fuck.  I broke it already.  I tried doing some things, but still nothing.  I ended up calling the cable company.  The person I spoke with said she would resend the signal and transferred me to something who could help with the TV.  A message came on to leave my name and number and someone would get back to me.  I just hung up and went to bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The only thing I could think of is I broke the TV and now I was going to have to buy a new one.  I woke up a little after 3: this morning.  I tried the TV hoping that it was just a glitch and the TV would come on.  No such luck.  I just went back to bed.  This morning I put the TV on and still nothing.  I knew that it had to be the box and not the TV, so I started playing with the box.  Somehow, and I don't know how I did it, but when the TV came on, the box turned off.  When I turned the TV off, the box came on.  One button push later, I have my TV back.  I'm almost afraid to try the DVR again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;All in all, I like digital TV.  I think the picture is clearer.  And once I figure out the DVR, all will be good in my world again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a possibility that we will have sunshine sometime today.  This is a major event, especially for me.  You see, we haven't had sunshine since Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We had the remnants of Hurricane Ida that turned into a nor-easter.  It started Wednesday with rain.  Then the winds came.  The winds were so strong that the tide couldn't go out.  All of the barrier islands flooded and most shut down with bridge closings.  There is a lot of property damage and beach erosion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm lucky where I live.  It doesn't flood, but we need sun now to help dry us out.  And help lift our spirits.&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/6561731016537887860-1441701647053953745?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1441701647053953745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=1441701647053953745&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1441701647053953745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1441701647053953745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/digital-cable-maybe-some-sunshine.html' title='Digital cable &amp; maybe some sunshine'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-246202420515494754</id><published>2009-11-02T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:57:17.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a dork</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I had line dance class tonight, but before I went I was on the phone with a friend.  I got my cell phone out and turned it on.  The thing started to ring, I opened it up and it said, 'new message to read.'  After I hung up with my friend I checked it out.  It was a text message.  I didn't even know that the phone could do this.  It is a Trac phone.  I don't use a cell phone enough to purchase a plan.  Anyway, 'it said 'way to go Eagles.'  I never text before and it took some time to find out who sent it.  My friend in Florida, but for what reason I do not know.  She knows I am not a football fan.  Okay here is the 'dork' part.  I sent my very first text message back.  I might have pissed her off though.  Mine said, 'What.  Who cares about the Eagles.  Way to go Yankees.'  However, I will probably never figure out how to send another text message again.  I'm a dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to line dance class and had fun as always.  On the way home, my radio station was playing a crappy song and I hit the scan button.  I came across a song and said to myself, 'self.  That sounds like the song from &lt;em&gt;How the Grinch Stole Christmas.'  &lt;/em&gt;Sure enough it was.  Turns out they are playing 24 hours of Christmas music.  So I'm singing this song &lt;em&gt;and The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;/em&gt; to my hearts content.  When I got home, I just laughed at myself for being such a dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I came in there was a message.  Another freaking political message, (I had 10 calls yesterday).  I CAN'T NOT WAIT UNTIL THIS ELECTION IS OVER.  I thought to myself, I would rather be a dork and listen and sing Christmas music then listen to yet another bashing political message.  Delete is a wonderful button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-246202420515494754?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/246202420515494754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=246202420515494754&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/246202420515494754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/246202420515494754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-such-dork.html' title='I&apos;m such a dork'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-7074239565823153702</id><published>2009-10-28T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:19:26.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was skimming &lt;a href="http://pressofatlanticcity.com/news/press/new_jersey/article_da6be3aa-c373-11de-8909-001cc4c002e0.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article in the Press of Atlantic City and read this paragraph, &lt;em&gt;'The governor spent $23.6 million through Friday, according to the reports, and raised $24.1&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;million.  Christie has raised $11.7 million, including $7.3 million in public matching funds from the State, and spent $8.8 million.'  &lt;/em&gt;Excuse the language, but what the fuck is this about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;These people should be ashamed of themselves.  Raising and spending this amount of money.  For what?  The fucking title of Governor.  A title so they can screw this State up more than what it is already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Do they realize that there are people out there losing their jobs.  Homes.  How many people cannot afford health care.  People who cannot afford the medications they desperately need.  People who cannot afford to put food on their table.  As you know, the list just goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And what does &lt;em&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;including $7.3 million in public matching fund from the state'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mean?  I think it means that the good residents of this State forked out $7.3 mill.  7.3 MILLION DOLLARS.  For what??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I could come up with ways to spend this amount of money.  I can tell you it wouldn't be used toward some fucking title.  It would be used for the people and for the good of the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-7074239565823153702?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7074239565823153702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=7074239565823153702&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7074239565823153702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7074239565823153702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-442095391020194750</id><published>2009-10-27T20:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:34:54.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's raining again.  This is getting old.  We have a couple days of beautiful sunshine, only to cloud over for several days of rain.  Ugh.  Grr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Started the day with making beef stew in the crock pot.  Nice comfort food for a rainy day.  The recipe is quick and easy.  I don't remember if I shared this or not, but here is the recipe.  (I cut up the veggies  the day before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;2 lbs. beef cubes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1/4 to 1/2 cup flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1 1/2 tsp. salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1/2 tsp. pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1 tsp. paprika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1 1/2 cup beef broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1/2 clove minced garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;4 carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;2 onions (minced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1 stalk celery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;3 potatoes (diced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1 bay leaf (optional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mix flour, salt, pepper &amp;amp; paprika together.  Put beef cubes in crock pot (use the slow cooker bags for easy clean-up), add flour mixture and mix.  Add the remaining ingredients and stir.  Cover and cook 10 to 12 hours low heat or 4 to 6 hours high heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I add more celery and potatoes to my stew.  Along with frozen peas.  I do not use bay leaf.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Turns out wonderful every time.  Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Next stop, pick up fresh rolls.  Then a ride along the bay front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Not really much to see, but I did come across this moored sailboat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SueND2jJITI/AAAAAAAADKg/85KiVQA3TcQ/s1600-h/Sailboat+-+Delaware+Bay+-+10-27-09+-+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397437775748866354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SueND2jJITI/AAAAAAAADKg/85KiVQA3TcQ/s400/Sailboat+-+Delaware+Bay+-+10-27-09+-+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Not very often that we see this in the bay.  Was a pretty sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The annual luminary walk at Cold Spring Village is next Saturday.  On my way to the eye doctor, I stopped to buy my ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cold Spring Village is beautiful this time of year.  Rain or shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SueM-7ItJUI/AAAAAAAADKY/LknnwLLd-o0/s1600-h/Cold+Spring+Village+-+10-26-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397437691080811842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SueM-7ItJUI/AAAAAAAADKY/LknnwLLd-o0/s400/Cold+Spring+Village+-+10-26-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SueMyzMtbdI/AAAAAAAADKQ/NX7ZyeFOdFo/s1600-h/Cold+Spring+Village+-+10-26-09+-+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397437482791693778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SueMyzMtbdI/AAAAAAAADKQ/NX7ZyeFOdFo/s400/Cold+Spring+Village+-+10-26-09+-+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SueMtLKoUsI/AAAAAAAADKI/1fRPIYBRr1o/s1600-h/Cold+Spring+Village+-+10-26-09+-+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397437386146206402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SueMtLKoUsI/AAAAAAAADKI/1fRPIYBRr1o/s400/Cold+Spring+Village+-+10-26-09+-+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope wherever you are, the sun is shining.  If not, I hope you are enjoying your autumn as much as I am enjoying mine.&lt;/span&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/6561731016537887860-442095391020194750?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/442095391020194750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=442095391020194750&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/442095391020194750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/442095391020194750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-raining-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SueND2jJITI/AAAAAAAADKg/85KiVQA3TcQ/s72-c/Sailboat+-+Delaware+Bay+-+10-27-09+-+8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2458968051092690081</id><published>2009-10-18T18:32:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:20:17.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Most of the eastern shoreline has been in the depths of back to back nor'easters.  Basically that means high winds, rain and flooding.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday the Wildwood bridge was closed due to flooding.  I read in the paper that many more had been closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ocean City didn't fair well.  Speaking with a friend there, she said that most streets were flooded and there was only a very small lane to get on and off of the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't go out at all yesterday, so the only thing left to do was housework.  Oh joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I wasn't going to be kept inside, two days in a row.  The winds were high and temps were low.  So long pants(ugh), socks (double ugh) and flannel shirt (am I out of my mind?  I'll sweat my butt off), gather my shopping list and camera.  So first stop, Wawa for gas.  When the weather is hot and miserable or cold and damp, I always tip the attendants.  I tell them to get something cold/hot to drink.  It really is amazing to see the expression (shock at first), then the smile and the heartfelt thank-you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, next stop food shopping.  Then Starbucks for my Pumpkin Spice Latte'.  Then McDonald's for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Next was Cape May.  They have a pavilion there that blocked most of the wind.  I met a very nice gentleman who came down to see the waves.  We were both disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I heard a guy next to me say, 'is that a turtle?'  I'm like, 'oh boy.  I can take a picture of a sea turtle.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well here's the sea turtle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuY1Ku4j2I/AAAAAAAADKA/NvnYHn67Ds0/s1600-h/Horseshoe+crab+-+Cape+May+Beach+-+10-18-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394073017887788898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuY1Ku4j2I/AAAAAAAADKA/NvnYHn67Ds0/s320/Horseshoe+crab+-+Cape+May+Beach+-+10-18-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I explained to the guy that this was a horseshoe crab.  And explained to him and his wife a little bit about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;In the distance was a couple who really knew how to have a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYvbPLurI/AAAAAAAADJ4/foHx5qgVEtE/s1600-h/Having+fun+on+the+Cape+May+Beach+-+10-18-09+-+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072919239015090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYvbPLurI/AAAAAAAADJ4/foHx5qgVEtE/s320/Having+fun+on+the+Cape+May+Beach+-+10-18-09+-+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYqr7bdNI/AAAAAAAADJw/ZixiTDg3LJw/s1600-h/Having+fun+on+the+Cape+May+Beach+-+10-18-09+-+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072837820216530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYqr7bdNI/AAAAAAAADJw/ZixiTDg3LJw/s320/Having+fun+on+the+Cape+May+Beach+-+10-18-09+-+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Kick up your heels and have fun.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There were a couple good waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYj3MJFdI/AAAAAAAADJo/XpXWjv03xBE/s1600-h/Atlantic+Ocean+-+Cape+May+-+10-18-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072720584021458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYj3MJFdI/AAAAAAAADJo/XpXWjv03xBE/s320/Atlantic+Ocean+-+Cape+May+-+10-18-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next stop Cape May Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This clam shell was just sitting there.  I thought it looked pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYeLPGL7I/AAAAAAAADJg/dwWHB3oWelQ/s1600-h/Clam+shell+-+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072622885908402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYeLPGL7I/AAAAAAAADJg/dwWHB3oWelQ/s320/Clam+shell+-+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The winds were definitely stronger on the bay.  It had stopped raining so I took a walk on the beach.  (Was I glad I wore the flannel shirt). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYYcUOfXI/AAAAAAAADJY/zjMhGzwZ_Fg/s1600-h/Delaware+Bay+%26+rockpile+-+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072524391611762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYYcUOfXI/AAAAAAAADJY/zjMhGzwZ_Fg/s400/Delaware+Bay+%26+rockpile+-+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I had enough of being blown around, I turned to walk back to the parking lot.  Caught a guy taking my picture from behind.  (Not my best side.)  Instead of embarrassing the guy, I just grinned and asked how he was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next stop, Lily Lake.  Came across this bird and managed to get a couple bad shots before he flew off.  I have no idea what it is.  If anyone does, please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYLsJyu-I/AAAAAAAADJI/MFEkrxL053w/s1600-h/Lily+Lake+-+bird+-+10-18-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072305304517602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYLsJyu-I/AAAAAAAADJI/MFEkrxL053w/s320/Lily+Lake+-+bird+-+10-18-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Decided to ride around the Point for a while and came across another pair that knew how to have a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYGaNqGhI/AAAAAAAADJA/EoQIJ2lvkqo/s1600-h/Carefree+at+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072214589544978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYGaNqGhI/AAAAAAAADJA/EoQIJ2lvkqo/s320/Carefree+at+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYBaAvfjI/AAAAAAAADI4/6JgGKvI7OYg/s1600-h/Carefree+at+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072128636026418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuYBaAvfjI/AAAAAAAADI4/6JgGKvI7OYg/s320/Carefree+at+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found a set of steps over the dune and seen a bunch of black dots in the ocean.  Again I have no idea what type of birds these are.   I zoomed in as much as I could.  They kinda look like ducks to me.  What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuX8T3l-6I/AAAAAAAADIw/3OVnXk8RkSA/s1600-h/Atlantic+Ocean+-+Cape+May+Point+-+birds+-+10-18-09+-+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072041087695778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuX8T3l-6I/AAAAAAAADIw/3OVnXk8RkSA/s400/Atlantic+Ocean+-+Cape+May+Point+-+birds+-+10-18-09+-+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuX0r0tYLI/AAAAAAAADIo/UJeqLtwpWL0/s1600-h/Path+to+beach+-+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394071910079094962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuX0r0tYLI/AAAAAAAADIo/UJeqLtwpWL0/s320/Path+to+beach+-+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I must tell you I got lost.  Now &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; I can hear you saying, "What?  How can you get lost at the Point?  There's only one way in and out."  Well trust me.  I got lost.  So when your up to it, we'll go for a ride and get lost together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So weaving up and down different streets trying to find my way out, I came across this path to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuXvymrgNI/AAAAAAAADIg/anTkgWSYuRQ/s1600-h/Path+to+beach+-+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394071825999954130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuXvymrgNI/AAAAAAAADIg/anTkgWSYuRQ/s320/Path+to+beach+-+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuXqb0YkxI/AAAAAAAADIY/0k4tHT9nZZ8/s1600-h/Path+to+beach+-+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394071733984072466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuXqb0YkxI/AAAAAAAADIY/0k4tHT9nZZ8/s320/Path+to+beach+-+Cape+May+Point+-+10-18-09+-+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By then I was wind blown enough and ready to get home and put my groceries away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I hope the weather is better where you are.  And you kick up your heels and have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-2458968051092690081?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2458968051092690081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2458968051092690081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2458968051092690081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2458968051092690081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-at-beach.html' title='Day at the beach'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StuY1Ku4j2I/AAAAAAAADKA/NvnYHn67Ds0/s72-c/Horseshoe+crab+-+Cape+May+Beach+-+10-18-09+-+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-6395972747872534026</id><published>2009-10-12T07:41:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:31:26.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;For me it is always a toss up between whether I prefer spring to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I do love spring with everything coming back to life and the vibrant colors all around after a long dreary winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But how I love fall. The changing colors on trees. The cooler temperatures (yip-pee). And the activities offered in the month of October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday offered the annual Oktoberfest in Ocean City. It is a ten block block party. Well really it is a ten block craft show. I like to be there when it starts at 9: AM. Generally not many people up and about then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This year I was wrong. There were lots of people. Too many for my taste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;People tend just to stop right in front of you to chat. Or instead of making their way to a booth, stop where they are. Instead of causing a scene and yell, I cleared my throat. Somewhat loudly. This actually worked. Of course by the time I got to the car, I had a sore throat. Small price to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, my purchases included candles, (like I need anymore). The best cashew and pistachio nuts around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I also stopped at a couple photographers booths. They did have some very beautiful pictures, but honestly, (and not that I am being conceited), some weren't any better then some of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Another happening on Saturday is the annual Lima Bean Festival in West Cape May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I made my way there, but ooh the people. Parking was basically non-existence. So I decided to scrap that idea and go to one of my favorite places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lily Lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;There wasn't much activity around the lake this day. But when I came around a bend, I came upon this beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMXeRI-kMI/AAAAAAAADIQ/hOsRnIaKosI/s1600-h/Lily+Lake+-+swan+-+10-10-09+-+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391678987657187522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMXeRI-kMI/AAAAAAAADIQ/hOsRnIaKosI/s400/Lily+Lake+-+swan+-+10-10-09+-+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We were having quite the photo session. When...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMXZX2QcuI/AAAAAAAADII/K7lo4aB3ZDw/s1600-h/oblivious+to+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391678903558370018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMXZX2QcuI/AAAAAAAADII/K7lo4aB3ZDw/s400/oblivious+to+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;They were oblivious of me and my camera. They were taking pictures themselves. How could I be mad about that. But I did want them to move so I could continue my session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;They finally did move and that is when they noticed me. When passenger finally saw me and had the 'Oh shit. I'm soo sorry' look. Had to laugh at her expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So anyway, me and swanny resumed our photo shoot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMXEUqGfSI/AAAAAAAADIA/PlRBzeNZvRg/s1600-h/Lily+Lake+-+swan+-+10-10-09+-+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391678541924826402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMXEUqGfSI/AAAAAAAADIA/PlRBzeNZvRg/s400/Lily+Lake+-+swan+-+10-10-09+-+15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The 'shy yet coy' look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMW_RnwbxI/AAAAAAAADH4/WpRXPqL_nr4/s1600-h/Lily+Lake+-+swan+-+10-10-09+-+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391678455210340114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMW_RnwbxI/AAAAAAAADH4/WpRXPqL_nr4/s400/Lily+Lake+-+swan+-+10-10-09+-+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The, 'I love the camera and to pose' look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thursday night, I had a Planning Board meeting. The Chairman takes beautiful pictures and we do talk about the pictures we have taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He said that he was going to go to Hydrofest in Wildwood Crest. He said I should go. That I could probably get some nice photos of the boats and spray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yesterday, over I went. Again, lots of people. I had to park six blocks away and wondered if this was going to be worth the walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The first sight I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMW5SgmTvI/AAAAAAAADHw/WyHUujekQEU/s1600-h/Hydrofest+-+crane+%26+boat+-++10-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391678352369536754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMW5SgmTvI/AAAAAAAADHw/WyHUujekQEU/s400/Hydrofest+-+crane+%26+boat+-++10-11-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMW05D_WEI/AAAAAAAADHo/G5Xzxwa_whQ/s1600-h/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391678276819179586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMW05D_WEI/AAAAAAAADHo/G5Xzxwa_whQ/s400/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Chairman wasn't kidding when he said lots of spray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWwKyLEoI/AAAAAAAADHg/yaQ_b1vgJ-I/s1600-h/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391678195676942978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWwKyLEoI/AAAAAAAADHg/yaQ_b1vgJ-I/s400/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Close race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWrq0iVcI/AAAAAAAADHY/5XHVThnyZAs/s1600-h/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391678118377444802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWrq0iVcI/AAAAAAAADHY/5XHVThnyZAs/s400/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another close race and more spray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWmeK7_SI/AAAAAAAADHQ/XNhCk6odm2E/s1600-h/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391678029082393890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWmeK7_SI/AAAAAAAADHQ/XNhCk6odm2E/s400/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Four boats. Neck and neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then there was the occasional break down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWiCCJLpI/AAAAAAAADHI/1k1jLafOQVA/s1600-h/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391677952809840274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWiCCJLpI/AAAAAAAADHI/1k1jLafOQVA/s400/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+55.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not a happy camper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWdSjqx3I/AAAAAAAADHA/j-_t5QJvg4s/s1600-h/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+74.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391677871346075506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWdSjqx3I/AAAAAAAADHA/j-_t5QJvg4s/s400/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+74.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoa Nellie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wouldn't be standing that close to that boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWZKwGpLI/AAAAAAAADG4/HXH5Si2SGbo/s1600-h/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+92.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391677800531272882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWZKwGpLI/AAAAAAAADG4/HXH5Si2SGbo/s400/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+92.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was their practice lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So not a lot of spray, but still very close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWU5GqCII/AAAAAAAADGw/7Qdxl3v6cKc/s1600-h/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+96.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391677727074551938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMWU5GqCII/AAAAAAAADGw/7Qdxl3v6cKc/s400/Hydrofest+-+10-11-09+-+96.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Very close race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was the first time I ever went to the Hydrofest. And yes, it was well worth walking six blocks. I will be going back next year. Only I will be taking along a chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today I am going to a Zumba class. My friend goes and enjoys it very much. I understand that it is a dance exercise class. I also understand that it is non-stop dance for an hour. Hope I can last the full hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well enjoy your Columbus Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Zumba update: If you love to dance, I really recommend trying Zumba dance. It is a great fun workout.&lt;/span&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/6561731016537887860-6395972747872534026?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6395972747872534026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=6395972747872534026&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6395972747872534026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6395972747872534026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-happenings.html' title='October happenings'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/StMXeRI-kMI/AAAAAAAADIQ/hOsRnIaKosI/s72-c/Lily+Lake+-+swan+-+10-10-09+-+7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5790938366276801709</id><published>2009-09-20T15:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:25:11.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo contest &amp; just stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I didn't win anything in the photo contest. That's alright. It gave me an idea of what photos people liked most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I scanned the winning photos in at work and e-mailed them to myself, but I cannot save them to my computer to show you what photos won. Anyway I liked two of the photos that won, but not the other three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My friends from Lancaster came down last weekend. We couldn't ask for better weather. For four days we played tourist. It was a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It is a beautiful day today. The temperatures are cool. There's a nice breeze. And the sun is shining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Went food shopping this morning. On the way to the store, I noticed my engine light on. Don't know how long it has been on, but I guess I'm calling the mechanic tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My neighbor has decorated for Halloween. It's to early for me to decorate yet. I wait until October for that. Bought some mums this morning though. Nice fall colors. Cleaned up some of the dead flowers and trimmed back some bushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday my toilet started to blub when the washer was draining. Means the sewer line is starting to get blocked. Being the cheap person I am, and not wanting to pay the weekend prices, I decided not to called until Monday. Hey I can still take a shower and flush the toilet, so I'm happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well today I figured I would try snaking the shower. Maybe my hair is the culprit. Ran the snake and pulled out a clump of hair. My friend had told me once, that if I pulled out a lot of hair the first time, to try it again. So I did. I went way further this time. When I went to pull the snake out, it wouldn't budge. WTF!! Am I now going to have to call a plumber? Pay Sunday prices? (I did mention I was cheap. Yes?) Well I grabbed hold of the line and gave it a good yank. Yes. It came out. Deciding I had enough for one day. And not wanted to break anything else, I started putting the tub back together. I noticed red on the side of the tub. Looking at my hands I noticed that I took a nice size chuck from my finger when I yanked the snake line out. Oh well. Nothing a band-aid won't fix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Not only was there a nice clump of hair. There was also what looks like roots. Don't know what the roots are from. I don't think that grass roots grow that deep. Maybe I'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know if this solved the problem. I know that I flushed the toilet and everything was fine. I guess I'll know when I do another load of laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;On such a beautiful day as today, here is how two of my furry babies decided to spend their day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ralphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8mqEa4CI/AAAAAAAAC7w/YWfEA8G3kqk/s1600-h/Sleeping+Ralphy+-+9-20-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383627408137707554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8mqEa4CI/AAAAAAAAC7w/YWfEA8G3kqk/s400/Sleeping+Ralphy+-+9-20-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's so exhausting being my cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(I love how he has his back paw curled under)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8hHi3oDI/AAAAAAAAC7o/_K2yokzJals/s1600-h/Sleeping+Ralphy+-+9-20-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383627312970833970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8hHi3oDI/AAAAAAAAC7o/_K2yokzJals/s400/Sleeping+Ralphy+-+9-20-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8bx462aI/AAAAAAAAC7g/S9ouCsRDF6U/s1600-h/Ralphy+Paws+-+9-20-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383627221258394018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8bx462aI/AAAAAAAAC7g/S9ouCsRDF6U/s400/Ralphy+Paws+-+9-20-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Baby girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8W_Y9gHI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/bJefNOFTNck/s1600-h/My+baby+in+bed+-+9-20-09+-+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383627138983100530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8W_Y9gHI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/bJefNOFTNck/s400/My+baby+in+bed+-+9-20-09+-+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;'Mama's bed is sooo comfy.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8RPqqIBI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/1oniqPeiSVY/s1600-h/My+baby+in+bed+-+9-20-09+-+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383627040273080338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8RPqqIBI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/1oniqPeiSVY/s400/My+baby+in+bed+-+9-20-09+-+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Hi mama'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8Gyj0YgI/AAAAAAAAC7I/SU_TPWzAorM/s1600-h/My+baby+in+bed+-+9-20-09+-+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383626860661072386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8Gyj0YgI/AAAAAAAAC7I/SU_TPWzAorM/s400/My+baby+in+bed+-+9-20-09+-+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Stretching is good for the body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You should try it sometime.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-5790938366276801709?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5790938366276801709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5790938366276801709&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5790938366276801709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5790938366276801709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/photo-contest-just-stuff.html' title='Photo contest &amp; just stuff'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SrZ8mqEa4CI/AAAAAAAAC7w/YWfEA8G3kqk/s72-c/Sleeping+Ralphy+-+9-20-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-676535386506512015</id><published>2009-08-30T13:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:38:00.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was told this joke in work. Thought it cute. And best of all, I remember it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I do apologize though. It is a blonde joke. I don't know why blonde's are always the butt of a joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;A blonde read that milk was good for the skin. She decided to take a milk bath. She called the milkman and told him for her next delivery, she would next 25 gallons of milk. Knowing she only got one gallon at a time, asked her if she was mistaken. She explained that she was not mistaken. That she had read milk was good for the skin and was going to take a milk bath. He then asked her if she wanted pasteurized? She thought about it and said, 'no. Just to my shoulders.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;*********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I would like to thank everyone who voted for me in the photo contest.  The top 40 photos from each category have been forwarded to the judges.  I believe at least three of my photos were forwarded.  I have not heard anything yet, but will let you know when I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-676535386506512015?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/676535386506512015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=676535386506512015&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/676535386506512015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/676535386506512015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-4006080611921523873</id><published>2009-07-28T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:44:18.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My co-worker told me yesterday that our local paper was having a photo contest.  I went to the site and ended up entering six pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So I was wondering if you all could vote.  (Preferably for me, lol).  But if not, that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://contests.pressofatlanticcity.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.  I have four photos in the 'travel' category.  And two in the 'animals/pet' category.  My photos are listed 'Lisa S.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I haven't voted yet, but I understand that you can vote for one picture in each category, per e-mail address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So if you can, click the link above and vote, (for me-me-me and tell your friends.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-4006080611921523873?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4006080611921523873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=4006080611921523873&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/4006080611921523873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/4006080611921523873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-contest.html' title='Photo Contest'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-333275166326717275</id><published>2009-07-24T19:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:17:11.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet more swallows &amp; yellow roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;These little ones are from the second nest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpNy_kpo-I/AAAAAAAACzw/kj-F7gkLGBE/s1600-h/Swallows+-+7-24-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362183844791952354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpNy_kpo-I/AAAAAAAACzw/kj-F7gkLGBE/s400/Swallows+-+7-24-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpNNbs2NjI/AAAAAAAACzo/RNzisR3fEmM/s1600-h/Swallows+-+7-24-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362183199507494450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpNNbs2NjI/AAAAAAAACzo/RNzisR3fEmM/s400/Swallows+-+7-24-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not a very good picture, but if you click to enlarge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you'll see another little head on the right side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the garden in front of my work.  The garden club works hard to make this a beautiful garden that is frequented by many butterflies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpMmYTTZwI/AAAAAAAACzg/NDxkYOb8vjA/s1600-h/Garden+in+front+of+Townhall+-+7-24-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362182528580151042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpMmYTTZwI/AAAAAAAACzg/NDxkYOb8vjA/s400/Garden+in+front+of+Townhall+-+7-24-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In my previous post, I said that it was my friend Margie's birthday and her grandson gave her yellow roses.  Well here they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpL-lDsuCI/AAAAAAAACzY/TuaEw_oR4vc/s1600-h/Margie%27s+birthday+roses+-+7-24-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362181844809594914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpL-lDsuCI/AAAAAAAACzY/TuaEw_oR4vc/s400/Margie%27s+birthday+roses+-+7-24-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpLYjt6cRI/AAAAAAAACzQ/PMY4qRGXVIM/s1600-h/Margie%27s+birthday+roses+-+(macro)+-+7-24-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362181191614755090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpLYjt6cRI/AAAAAAAACzQ/PMY4qRGXVIM/s400/Margie%27s+birthday+roses+-+(macro)+-+7-24-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aren't they pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-333275166326717275?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/333275166326717275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=333275166326717275&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/333275166326717275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/333275166326717275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-yet-more-swallows-yellow-roses.html' title='And yet more swallows &amp; yellow roses'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmpNy_kpo-I/AAAAAAAACzw/kj-F7gkLGBE/s72-c/Swallows+-+7-24-09+-+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2382830245528288791</id><published>2009-07-24T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:04:07.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More swallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday morning the little ones were back.  Not in the nest, but on the ledge.  So with nervous parents swooping me, I managed this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmnZVMZ26zI/AAAAAAAACzI/jYoZX2r3ds0/s1600-h/Baby+swallows+-+7-23-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362055789491448626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmnZVMZ26zI/AAAAAAAACzI/jYoZX2r3ds0/s400/Baby+swallows+-+7-23-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The picture was taken with my HP camera.  I don't carry my Olympus camera with me.  That's why the picture is kinda grainy.  I am taking my Olympus back to work with me today.  Even though I haven't seen these two today, there is another nest with three little ones.  Hopefully I can get a good picture of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is also my friend Margie's birthday.  Her grandson gave her mini yellow roses.  They are beautiful.  I'm hoping to get some pictures of those.  If they turn out, I'll post them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-2382830245528288791?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2382830245528288791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2382830245528288791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2382830245528288791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2382830245528288791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-swallows.html' title='More swallows'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmnZVMZ26zI/AAAAAAAACzI/jYoZX2r3ds0/s72-c/Baby+swallows+-+7-23-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-4540673640651643800</id><published>2009-07-22T18:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:28:49.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Been lucky at work this year to have several pairs of swallows.  Along with several nest and babies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This isn't a very good picture, but here are two babies ready to take flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmeR4jXK1AI/AAAAAAAACzA/orYU94qofKU/s1600-h/Baby+swallows+-+7-22-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361414282158986242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmeR4jXK1AI/AAAAAAAACzA/orYU94qofKU/s400/Baby+swallows+-+7-22-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;They were hanging out like this when I went in this morning.  I am glad I took their picture.  Later this afternoon, they have left the nest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-4540673640651643800?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4540673640651643800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=4540673640651643800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/4540673640651643800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/4540673640651643800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/swallows.html' title='Swallows'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SmeR4jXK1AI/AAAAAAAACzA/orYU94qofKU/s72-c/Baby+swallows+-+7-22-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-7630696305437525636</id><published>2009-07-21T17:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:03:11.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My dentist appointment was today.  And yes, I enjoyed it.  And a BIG YUP I am a weirdo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Been through a lot with this month.  Teeth pulled for braces.  Braces for more than two years.  Braces removed the day I graduated eighth grade and a mouth sore that I couldn't eat graduation dinner.  Wisdom teeth pulled because I didn't have enough room in my mouth for all those teeth.  Hard to believe with the big mouth I have it being too small.  So anyway, a trip to the dentist is a walk in the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This past November my dentist past away at a very young age.  This through the entire office into a turmoil.  They brought temps in to keep the office open.  To me it's the hygienists that makes or break your practice.  The hygienist that was there left me bloody and sore.  It was like she was digging for gold.  The last time I was there, she even stabbed my lip.  I made the next six month appointment, but was seriously considering changing offices.  My appointment was supposed to be yesterday, but they had to reschedule and the hygienist was the one from my previous dentist.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When talking with Chris today, a lot of people were complaining about the other one.  Turns out a lot of people left because of her.  Now that word is spreading that Chris is back and the other is gone, people are slowing making their way back.  Not only that, but a dentist purchased the practice.  She is very nice and I wish her the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was scheduling my next appointment, a woman came in wanting to know details about the new dentist.  It was comical listening to her.  The receptionist said a letter was sent out to all patients about the new dentist.  The lady did not get this letter.  Nor did I.  They handed the lady and me the letter.  I told them that I didn't need the letter, I was very happy and satisfied.  Turning to the lady telling her she would be too.  Give her a chance.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-7630696305437525636?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7630696305437525636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=7630696305437525636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7630696305437525636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7630696305437525636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-dentist.html' title='New Dentist'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-1154616617687813370</id><published>2009-07-14T11:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:23:29.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange phone call, work stories and dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Last night close to 9:, my phone rang. I looked at caller ID (great invention) and it came up unknown caller. I don't answer when it has unknown caller or unavailable. I hear a guy say 'hello' on the answering machine. I didn't recognize his voice. Later I was getting ready for bed (9:20. Yes I go to bed early) and the phone rang again. Caller ID again said unknown caller. Figuring it was someone I knew calling after nine, I answered. I was greeted with a man asking to speak to the youngest voter in the household between the ages of 18-59. I asked him if he was kidding me. Nope. He was not kidding me. He repeated the request. I asked him if he knew that it was 9:20 P.M. He said oh and then asked to speak to the youngest &lt;u&gt;male voter in the household of Hispanic, black or another ethnic background that I don't remember now.&lt;/u&gt; Needless to say at this point I am very pissed off and the cuss words started to fly. He asked me if anyone in my household fit this group? I said my cat is gray and black and she's about twenty years old. Want to talk to her? He hung up. I was telling my friend at work. She gets very nervous with this stuff because she lives alone too and thought maybe it was someone trying to figure out how many lived in my household. Me, I don't even think about this stuff. So has anyone in blogger land had this experience? Any idea's what the deal with this was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay now a couple of work stories. I had a call from a realtor asking for information. She had a listing and wanted to know if her client's purchased the property and torn the house down would catheter be needed? I asked her to repeat the question. She did. I told her I didn't know if catheter would be needed, but you may need CAFRA (Coastal Area Facility Review Act.) She was not amused. However, I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;A nice gentleman was in my office yesterday. He told me his name was Mark 'M' and asked if I knew his dad. I told him there were a lot of 'M's' that lived in the Township. And as a matter of fact, our manager is an 'M'. He said he knew because it was his aunt. Oh. Well then. I told him that I have worked with her for 15 years and have never met her husband and asked him what he looked like. He said he looks like me, but older. I said, well he must be a handsome man then. He said, 'I like to think so.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Had to rescheduled my dentist appointment, so I called this morning. I recognized the voice as being Chris, the hygienist that used to work there a while ago. She is back working there. I asked her if she would be cleaning my teeth. To my great relief, she is. You see, the past couple of times I have been, I end up bloody and stabbed. Yes stabbed. My last appointment, the girl stabbed my lip. I am usually the last appointment of the day and I figured the girl was in a rush to leave. So anyway, I made sure Chris was definitely cleaning my teeth this time and she is. Had to ask if the girl still worked there. Turns out she doesn't. Apparently a lot of people complained about her being so rough, (not me), and they let her go. So anyway, Tuesday's the day. I really don't mind going to the dentist. The strange person I am, I find it relaxing. As long as I'm not be stabbed in the gums and lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So I hope everything is well with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-1154616617687813370?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1154616617687813370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=1154616617687813370&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1154616617687813370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1154616617687813370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/strange-phone-call-work-stories-and.html' title='Strange phone call, work stories and dentist'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-3067335264599171472</id><published>2009-06-22T17:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:08:34.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather, weather stripping &amp; kitty cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;One of these days, we all are going to wake up to sunny blue skies, but until then, my mood is down.  Like many, I can only handle so many days of clouds and rain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_6QQZNGKI/AAAAAAAACyY/FHlRAnnXEj8/s1600-h/Angry+sky+-+6-22-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350270039524972706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_6QQZNGKI/AAAAAAAACyY/FHlRAnnXEj8/s400/Angry+sky+-+6-22-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isn't this just beautiful.  The only good part is no rain.  But that will be short lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have been getting flies in my house.  Oh how nasty.  I have narrowed it down to the little buggers coming in through the storm door.  There is a gap between the weather stripping and door jam.  The weather stripping is not long enough, so I put a towel along the bottom of the door.  So far so good.  No flies today.  So after work, I take the weather stripping off and go to buy new.  Three stores.  No weather stripping that will fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Home I come in an even more fowl mood.  Living alone, I only have my cat to take out my aggressions.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_5n4snOaI/AAAAAAAACyQ/W9Tup2UqdKo/s1600-h/My+baby+-+6-22-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350269345969158562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_5n4snOaI/AAAAAAAACyQ/W9Tup2UqdKo/s400/My+baby+-+6-22-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Oh great.  Here we go again.  Another bad mood.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I sure hope the sun comes out soon.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_47GDISKI/AAAAAAAACyI/KlWttI4YK8A/s1600-h/My+baby+-+6-22-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350268576459147426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_47GDISKI/AAAAAAAACyI/KlWttI4YK8A/s400/My+baby+-+6-22-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Look mama, I think the sun came out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh wait, I think a hummer bird is at the feeder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That always makes you smile.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_3kKkquYI/AAAAAAAACyA/_IVFAFo_uW8/s1600-h/My+baby+-+6-22-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350267083024939394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_3kKkquYI/AAAAAAAACyA/_IVFAFo_uW8/s400/My+baby+-+6-22-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Okay maybe if I lay like this, she'll get the hint and be quiet.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Boy baby girl, it's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; to believe you are only six pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_23G1O6OI/AAAAAAAACx4/-33DuusP9nc/s1600-h/My+baby+-6-22-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350266308926564578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_23G1O6OI/AAAAAAAACx4/-33DuusP9nc/s400/My+baby+-6-22-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;'he-he.  I'll laugh at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She won't let me laugh alone.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6561731016537887860-3067335264599171472?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3067335264599171472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=3067335264599171472&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3067335264599171472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3067335264599171472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/weather-weather-stripping-kitty-cat.html' title='Weather, weather stripping &amp; kitty cat'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sj_6QQZNGKI/AAAAAAAACyY/FHlRAnnXEj8/s72-c/Angry+sky+-+6-22-09+-+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-8372114722292639474</id><published>2009-06-21T12:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:38:38.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day and another mini rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Wishing all the dad's out there a Wonder Father's Day :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;The forecast for yesterday was supposed to be a wash-out. When I woke up, the sun was shining. Improving my mood immensely and deciding it would be a good day to mow. It seems we are always mowing any more with all the rain we have been getting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then it started to get cloudy. I hopped on the net to view the map. Good grief the green heading our way was huge. I mowed right away before the rain. After I mowed, I was putting fresh water in the birdbaths and you could heard the deep rumble of thunder in the distant. Figuring I still had some time before it started, I called &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; to see how she was feeling. While on the phone, the rumbling got closer. We decided to turn off our computers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was sitting out back chatting with Bobbie, when all of a sudden, I heard sizzling, a zap and a very-very loud boom. It struck close, although we didn't see anywhere were it could have stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I met my friends this morning in the store. One friend said her whole house shook. The other was in the park walking her dog. When it hit, she wasn't walking anymore. She was running back to the car. She said her boyfriend called to see if she was alright, but her cellphone died before she could tell him she was fine. He raced to the park to make sure she was okay. What a nice guy. Why can't I find a guy like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, most of yesterday was a wash-out. I got most of my house work done and decided to read. Then I got sleepy and took a nap. When I woke up, the sun was shining again, which was short lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I started making dinner when it started to get cloudy again. Then the angry rumbles. Back to the weather map, turning off the computer and firing up the grill. Hoping to have dinner done before the rain. When I went out to get my meal off the grill, I said out loud, 'it will probably start raining any minute.' Me and my big mouth. It poured. Anyway, dinner was excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Laying down on the couch reading, there's a knock at my door. I look over the book and guess who's standing at my door? Ahh, I knew you'd guess right. The 'can you turn your computer on to charge my ipod' girl. I guess my expression was less then cordial. When I opened the door I asked her what she wanted. She wanted to use my phone to call her mom. She just got home and her mom wasn't there. This is something that happens at least once a month. I asked her where she was and she told me her friends house. I asked her where her brother was and he was home. She calls her mom who was out for a walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now my rant. First, these two kids are in second and third grade. They should not be home alone. Second, by the girl calling her mom, it costs me money. You see it is not a local call. These kids are not my responsibility, but yet they always come to me. Why? Why can't they find someone else to go too? Why couldn't the girl go back to her friend's house and call her mom? Better yet, if the mom insists on leaving these kids home alone, why not get a phone? Why not get another cellphone? If she's to cheap to spend the money, why not write a note? That's free. I think when my phone bill comes in, I'll take it to her and tell her she has to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;You know, I'm generally a nice person. I help people out when they need it, but this is getting a bit much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-8372114722292639474?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8372114722292639474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=8372114722292639474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8372114722292639474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8372114722292639474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-and-another-mini-rant.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day and another mini rant'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2351614348895146212</id><published>2009-06-19T16:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:44:38.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A gas company story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;As &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; has posted, the natural gas company is on our street installing the main.  Well they have the front of my house and many others looking shitty.  Not only shitty looking, but unsafe.  They were supposed to come and replace the asphalt that they torn up.  They haven't done that as of yet.  I didn't think I would mind until I seen the damage they did.  My concern is that someone walking in this area, will hurt themselves.  I'll wait a little bit more, then make a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My friend on the street in back is having problems with them too.  She lives with her mom.  Her mom is elderly and unsteady on her feet.  They took out a section of her sidewalk.  They only laid the concrete back down.  Now it is very unstable.  Her mom, rightly so, is concerned that she will fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Not only that, she has a riding mower, was mowing this afternoon.  She said the next thing she heard was a very loud noise, her mower shaking and then it died.  When she looked under the mower, there is a chain with hooks on either end wrapped around her blade.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well she walks down to the gas company guys and tells them that she thinks that they may have ruined her mower with what she thinks is their chain.  The guy walks down with her, lifts the mower and there it is, wrapped around her blade.  The blade was totally twisted.  And yes, it's their chain.  The must have throw it on her lawn.  She told the guy that they needed to fix this today.  He leaves and is gone for a while.  Comes back with a new blade and puts it on.  Luckily, the mower works fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday I was talking to my friend down the street.  She was going to connect, but found out that she cannot connect her floor heater to natural gas.  So they were thinking about getting a new heating system. $$$$$.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;In the afternoon, someone came into my office and we got talking about whether we were going to connect.  He's not because of the expense.  Same for me.  Anyway, he tells me that he has a ventless fireplace.  He said that you cannot connect a ventless fireplace to natural gas.  He also said he didn't think they could convert a ventless to a vented.  My friend down the street has a fireplace.  I called her and told her this.  She said that they would find out if this was true.  Talking to her today, it's true.  You cannot connect a ventless fireplace to natural gas.  And you cannot convert a ventless to a vented.  I asked her what she was going to do.  She said they already called the gas company and said that they were not going to connect.  The girl they spoke with said they would put a hold on their order, but to call back tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's the pisser of this whole thing.  Way before they started running the lines, they had sent out questionnaires to people asking if they were interested in connecting.  My friend had responded with a yes.  The gas company sent someone to their house.  They sat down at the dining room table.  They went over whatever it is they had to go over.  They looked at the existing gas appliances and told them it wouldn't be a problem converting the appliances.  My friends paid a $65.00 connection fee.  One of the stipulations to connect is, when they run the line to your house, you have 90 days to connect.  If you don't connect in 90 days, you must pay for the cost of the work done in the road.  What - give me a fucking break.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I asked her if they told the gas company that the person that was in their home, who saw the appliances, told you that they could be converted.  They did.  Can't wait to see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So now the gas company has ruined our street for a total of three people connecting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;You know they always brag stuff up.  Oh how great it will be to have natural gas.  How much money you'll save.  This is great.  What they don't tell you is all the money you'll have to spend to be able to make the conversion.  They don't tell you that your heater and fireplace cannot be converted.  They don't tell you that if you have copper tubing, which most of us have, it will all have to be replaced.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know someone who is making the conversion.  She is already out of pocket $12,000.00.  I guess this is one way to help the economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-2351614348895146212?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2351614348895146212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2351614348895146212&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2351614348895146212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2351614348895146212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/gas-company-story.html' title='A gas company story'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-4178475045935160699</id><published>2009-06-14T16:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:28:35.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervy neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been awhile since my last entry. My desk was just the way I thought it would look like. Piled high. And in different areas. Took a couple of days to catch up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing changed at work. Same thing, just different days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My friend broke her little toe getting out of her car. It seems she was paying too much attention to the guy in the car next to her and her foot, correction, her toe got caught on the car. She said that her toe was pointed outward. Her husband took her to the doctor, who set it and gave her a hard shoe to wear. Apparently she broke it in two spots. She's fine, but in some pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So Friday night I start vacuuming and mopping the floors. My phone rang and I didn't recognize the number. Listening to the message, it's my neighbor. I pick up and she asked if I have a computer. Yes I do. Well she bought her daughter an Ipod and it has to be charged. Her friend had came over with her laptop and loaded music, but had to leave. She asked if I could charge the thing for her. Okay. Bring it over. The daughter tells me it has to charge for three to four hours. She asked me what time I was going to bed? I told her I would call her mom, but I usually go to bed around 9:PM-9:30PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well we plug the thing into my laptop. The light blinks a couple times and goes out. Me not knowing a lot about electronic stuff, knew something wasn't right, but the daughter said it was okay. Fine. She leaves and I continue with the floors. After I was done, I hop on my laptop. As soon as I opened it, the light on the Ipod started to blink. That's when I realized that the laptop had to be open. Well. I'm not leaving my laptop open for three to four hours to charge this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll interject at this point that the only time, my neighbor's kids talk to me is when they want something. They won't even wave if I'm outside. Their mom isn't much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay back to the Ipod. I then turn on my monster (desk top). This computer is old and cranky, (like me.) And takes about five minutes to get up and running, (like me before my coffee.) So now that the monster is up and running, I plug the Ipod in and the light starts blinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I called my friend with the broken toe. I tell her about my neighbor. She told me that the computer can't be in stand-by to charge an Ipod. Apparently, when a laptops lid is closed, it's in stand-by. See how much I know about electronics. Anyway, she asks me if my neighbor bought the a/c adapter? I told her she must not have if she asked me to charged it up. We end up on the phone until after 10:PM. Not wanting to call my neighbor that late, I decide just to walk the Ipod back. I tap on the door and my neighbor answers. I give her the Ipod and tell her that it's not fully charged, but should last most of the day. Almost the first words out of her mouth is, "you were supposed to call." Excuse me. I have wasted electricity charging your daughter's Ipod and 'you were supposed to call' is your answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So yesterday I turn the monster off. Another timely matter. It takes just about as long to turn it off as it does to turn it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I'm watching a movie and when the commercial comes on, I go to the bathroom. I'm on the throne, when I hear tapping at my front door. When I come around the corner, guess who's standing at my front door? My neighbor's daughter with Ipod in hand. I open the door and she says, 'can you charge this for me?' No. My computer is off. 'What?' No. My computer is off. 'Well can you turn it on?' Ah no. She just looks at me. I say again, my computer is off and I'm not turning it on. She just looks and leaves. No thank you for charging it up before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Did they think that I was going to be their Ipod charging station? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess I was brought up differently. I wouldn't dream of asking a neighbor or a friend to do something for me without thanking them. Or in some cases giving them something for their trouble and kindness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are a couple other stories about this same neighbor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;A couple of years ago, she asked to borrow my loppers. She said she would bring them right back. A week later she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Last summer her friend came down. So my neighbor knocks on my door telling me her friend forgot to bring her hairdryer and could she borrow mine. No. I use my hairdryer everyday. 'But she forgot hers.' And I use my hairdryer everyday. I guess she is just going to have to buy one. 'But she forgot hers.' Well she is just going to have to go to the store and buy one. Don't you remember last year when you asked to borrow my loppers and you would bring them right back? You brought them back in a week. I use my hairdryer every day and I'm not going to buy one for myself to use because your friend forgot hers and you would "bring it right back".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, enough bitching about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;There's some good news with the swallows at work. There are at least two babies in one of the nests. I'm gonna have to bring my camera to get their picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm starting to see more hummers. Male and female. For the past several weeks, &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; and I haven't seen many. Sometimes it would be days before we would see one. Now, we see them a couple times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I got to use my power drill today. I love my power drill. Bobbie needed holes in her flower pots, so we got that done today. She thanked me very much for doing that for her. See, that's what it's about. Doing something for someone and them thanking you. Why? Because they appreciate your time and what you did for them. Not what you can do for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-4178475045935160699?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4178475045935160699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=4178475045935160699&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/4178475045935160699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/4178475045935160699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/nervy-neighbor.html' title='Nervy neighbor'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5023909855441583458</id><published>2009-06-02T05:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T05:32:00.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 - The final day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The day was beautiful.  No clouds.  No rain.  Cool temperatures.  Simply a beautiful day.  I decided the first order of business was to mow the lawn.  I was half way through when the mower became very hard to push.  I noticed that the front wheel had become uneven with the rest.  I turned the mower off and went to lift it to readjust the wheel.  Well my not thinking side took over and instead of grabbing the mower by the wheel, I grabbed the engine instead.  I burned three of my fingers.  Running cold water over them, they felt pretty good and returned to mowing.  When I was done, they really started burning, so I grabbed the ice.  Then I remembered a comment &lt;a href="http://travelerswife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kay&lt;/a&gt; made about putting tea on sunburn.  I figured what the hell and tried it.  Thank you Kay.  Worked wonders.  No burning.  No pain.  So if you burn yourself, soak tea bags in warm water and soak the burned area.  Don't rinse, just wipe the tea water off and you should be feel in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today I went to the Point.  First stop Lily Lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRSiAQBJUI/AAAAAAAACxA/8dMT2_zyRh0/s1600-h/Resting+ducks+-+Lily+Lake+-+6-1-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342485802104464706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRSiAQBJUI/AAAAAAAACxA/8dMT2_zyRh0/s320/Resting+ducks+-+Lily+Lake+-+6-1-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Click to enlarge and see the resting mallards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRR7MR0z2I/AAAAAAAACw4/VXbVKm23lEY/s1600-h/Path+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342485135318372194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRR7MR0z2I/AAAAAAAACw4/VXbVKm23lEY/s320/Path+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Path over dune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRRWFjba7I/AAAAAAAACww/bReog3x3X-E/s1600-h/Ferry+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342484497857997746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRRWFjba7I/AAAAAAAACww/bReog3x3X-E/s320/Ferry+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ferry in the distance with small wave crashing onto rock pile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I generally don't take pictures of people, but today I made an exception.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;These two Mennonite girls were too interesting to not take their picture.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know if they realized I was taking their picture, but I sure hope the don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRQmFhGJ3I/AAAAAAAACwo/4lTC45v2Ri0/s1600-h/Mennonite+girls+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342483673214494578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRQmFhGJ3I/AAAAAAAACwo/4lTC45v2Ri0/s320/Mennonite+girls+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She has a great expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRQATtcXeI/AAAAAAAACwg/YYF3ctHAtY0/s1600-h/Swifts+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342483024189349346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRQATtcXeI/AAAAAAAACwg/YYF3ctHAtY0/s320/Swifts+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Family of swifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRPX4fve-I/AAAAAAAACwY/-IILU2BYiPw/s1600-h/Swifts+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342482329689357282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRPX4fve-I/AAAAAAAACwY/-IILU2BYiPw/s320/Swifts+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;See the little one peeking out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRN-KYK6zI/AAAAAAAACwQ/ZT056iYsDUk/s1600-h/Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342480788301212466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRN-KYK6zI/AAAAAAAACwQ/ZT056iYsDUk/s320/Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Along the trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRNVemjVDI/AAAAAAAACwI/JkzVmOWEoPg/s1600-h/Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342480089355605042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRNVemjVDI/AAAAAAAACwI/JkzVmOWEoPg/s320/Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peaceful and serene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRKzH_KG3I/AAAAAAAACwA/DAcj7FyDoxs/s1600-h/Cape+May+Lighthouse+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342477300145986418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRKzH_KG3I/AAAAAAAACwA/DAcj7FyDoxs/s320/Cape+May+Lighthouse+-+Cape+May+Point+-+6-1-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cape May Lighthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After I left the Point, I was riding down the road and made a quick u-turn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I ride past this pasture all the time.  The only thing I seen are horses.  Not today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRJhKm56dI/AAAAAAAACv4/HOOkED3cUEI/s1600-h/Calf+-+6-1-09+-+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342475892100295122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRJhKm56dI/AAAAAAAACv4/HOOkED3cUEI/s320/Calf+-+6-1-09+-+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cute little calf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I tried to get a better angle and got the shock of my life.  I mean that literally.  There was an electrified wire surrounding the top of the fence.  OMG did that hurt.  I don't no if it was the shock, but about five minutes later I got a nasty headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I had enough pain for one day and came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have to say that today was the best day.  Weather wise and experience wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But all good things must come to and end.  I will now have to wear long pants.  Ugh.  Worst yet.  Socks and shoes.  I have not worn them in ten days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So until next time, enjoy yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-5023909855441583458?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5023909855441583458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5023909855441583458&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5023909855441583458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5023909855441583458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-10-final-day.html' title='Day 10 - The final day'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiRSiAQBJUI/AAAAAAAACxA/8dMT2_zyRh0/s72-c/Resting+ducks+-+Lily+Lake+-+6-1-09+-+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2192998493331728776</id><published>2009-06-01T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:15:00.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well the storm yesterday morning past and the sun came out.  I got myself showered with intentions of going to the Point.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is what I was up against.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiMEiZc3phI/AAAAAAAACvw/omkvERe-vt4/s1600-h/Ralphy+-+5-31-09+-+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342118571985577490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiMEiZc3phI/AAAAAAAACvw/omkvERe-vt4/s320/Ralphy+-+5-31-09+-+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the time he had with the storm.  All scared.  Crying and shaking, I had to let him rest.  I figured with me going in and out of the house, he would get the hint and go out.  But no.  He was exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was sitting on the back deck and looked into the tree.  I saw a squirrel.  I had seen this squirrel yesterday, but didn't think too much of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So now that I was here and not the Point, I decided it was photo session time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiMD5DCOYAI/AAAAAAAACvo/H-tXqlbghDs/s1600-h/Squirrel+-+5-31-09+-+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342117861593604098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiMD5DCOYAI/AAAAAAAACvo/H-tXqlbghDs/s320/Squirrel+-+5-31-09+-+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I felt sorry for this little girl.  She looked so dejected and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiMDRo8IasI/AAAAAAAACvg/0-uNa5RWRDY/s1600-h/Squirrel+-+5-31-09+-+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342117184573827778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiMDRo8IasI/AAAAAAAACvg/0-uNa5RWRDY/s320/Squirrel+-+5-31-09+-+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During the photo session, Mr. Cardinal was singing away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiMCeTKbJ6I/AAAAAAAACvY/vjqc1KuMQ4g/s1600-h/Cardinal+-+5-31-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342116302554867618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiMCeTKbJ6I/AAAAAAAACvY/vjqc1KuMQ4g/s320/Cardinal+-+5-31-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a bad picture.  He was behind a lot of leaves and turned his head just when I had the perfect shot.  Yeah right.  That's like the fish that got away line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Walking around some more, I seen my baby in the window giving the evil eye look.  She is very good at that look.  Only problem, I laugh.  Which pisses her off even more.  Oh well.  She always gets over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiL9fStEr-I/AAAAAAAACvQ/Z1hYjtkUZ6A/s1600-h/My+Baby+-+5-31-09+-+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342110822053490658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiL9fStEr-I/AAAAAAAACvQ/Z1hYjtkUZ6A/s320/My+Baby+-+5-31-09+-+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to the squirrel.  One look at that cute little face and feeling sorry for her again, I went to the store for peanuts.  I hulled some and left some whole.  Got a small container of water. Grabbed the ladder and out I went.  I put the peanuts and water on the shed roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiL80lGjoiI/AAAAAAAACvI/IinqjyDMCl8/s1600-h/Squirrel+-+5-31-09+-+33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342110088257839650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiL80lGjoiI/AAAAAAAACvI/IinqjyDMCl8/s320/Squirrel+-+5-31-09+-+33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would you look at that cute little face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There was other sights to see in my neighborhood.  For one this beautiful sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiL8QsCLlaI/AAAAAAAACvA/9Fg-xrMeDjE/s1600-h/Afternoon+sky+-+5-31-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342109471643243938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiL8QsCLlaI/AAAAAAAACvA/9Fg-xrMeDjE/s320/Afternoon+sky+-+5-31-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But for me, the kookie animal lovin fool I am, it was all about the squirrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She finally was on the move.  She was gathering leaves and small branches from the tree to build her nest I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All these pictures were taken over the course of the morning and  afternoon.  She never left the tree.  I don't think I have ever seen a squirrel that wasn't constantly on the move.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I keep saying her.  Click on the photo and you'll see what I mean.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiL7tUFehiI/AAAAAAAACu4/98mjHLNU2rQ/s1600-h/Squirrel+on+the+move+-+5-31-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342108863919195682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiL7tUFehiI/AAAAAAAACu4/98mjHLNU2rQ/s320/Squirrel+on+the+move+-+5-31-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only thing I don't know now is if she had babies already or is she getting ready to have them.&lt;/span&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/6561731016537887860-2192998493331728776?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2192998493331728776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2192998493331728776&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2192998493331728776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2192998493331728776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiMEiZc3phI/AAAAAAAACvw/omkvERe-vt4/s72-c/Ralphy+-+5-31-09+-+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-2691017018083583544</id><published>2009-05-31T08:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:05:17.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to our rec center for a bike auction and rodeo.  Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking.  Stayed for about 15 minutes.  Said hello to some friends and left.  I must say that this was one of the most boring things I ever decided to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of my staycation before I head back to the hell hole.  Wonder what my desk looks like.  I really don't have to wonder.  I know what it looks like.  It looks like every other time I go on vacation.  My boss will swear that it was sooo busy.  Correction, he was sooo busy.  I know I should be nice.  He was busy telling people to just put the paperwork on my desk and she'll take care of it when she gets back on Tuesday.  Oh the bitterness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today is the fifth year of my moms passing.  It doesn't seems like five years.  It was Memorial Day 2004.  She basically gave up after my brother died in 2001.  She just sat in her chair and lost all muscle tone in her legs.  She then fell and ended up in the rehab center.  She ended up liking rehab center.  She was surrounded by people and made many friends.  I think because she liked it so much, she didn't put the effort into the rehab portion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Many months passed and she still couldn't walk on her own.  Many fights happened over this.  Then on Valentine's Day in 2004, my Aunt Mae, my moms best friend, was hit and killed instantly by a drunk driver while vacationing in Maine.  This sent my mom into a depressive state.  Then the health issues started.  She once spent 30 days in ICU.  There were many hospital stays after that.  She finally gave up the fight on May 31 at 10:30 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyone who has lost someone knows all the paperwork that happens next.  My favorite story was when I stopped at the Social Security Office to inform them of her passing.  They informed me that she was not entitled to the check for the month of May.  I asked them why?  They told me 'because she wasn't alive the entire month.'  You have to be kidding me.  She was alive all but an hour and a half of the month and she's not entitled to that check.  Yup.  Unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So now I am an orphan of sorts.  I have no immediate family.  I do have good friends that I cherish.  What I have learned through all of this is this.  Get mad a family and friends, but never stop talking to them.  You never know when they will be gone.  Live every moment to the fullest.  You never know when that moment will be gone forever.  Live is too short.  Make the most of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We are experiencing a small thunder shower.  My baby and Ralphy are almost huddled together.  Neither one was afraid of thunder before.  I don't understand why they are now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My 17 pound big boy is a wimp.  He is crying and shaking with fear.  I have tried to comfort him, but he is really freaked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I don't know why the mood.  I think it's time for me to go and live my wise words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-2691017018083583544?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2691017018083583544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=2691017018083583544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2691017018083583544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/2691017018083583544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5561760062254681078</id><published>2009-05-30T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:41:05.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke to a gray foggy sky. Imagine that. Well after I got my butt in gear, I headed to grocery store. Took the scenic route. Driving along I spotted a very inviting yard and had to turn around for some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAyQ9JPlJI/AAAAAAAACt4/JVwvWwaWm_A/s1600-h/Charming+yard+-+5-29-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341324424934036626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAyQ9JPlJI/AAAAAAAACt4/JVwvWwaWm_A/s320/Charming+yard+-+5-29-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAxnvBDrSI/AAAAAAAACtw/iiBQcUeRiuc/s1600-h/Charming+yard+-+5-29-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341323716766969122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAxnvBDrSI/AAAAAAAACtw/iiBQcUeRiuc/s320/Charming+yard+-+5-29-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drove along the bay. Not much to see there for all the fog, but the rock pile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341322387023090002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAwaVVaUVI/AAAAAAAACtg/M8Ye_Jl90Rc/s320/Rock+pile+in+the+fog+-+NCM+-+5-29-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even further down was a lonely picnic table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAxAXNmXNI/AAAAAAAACto/vZo5W0Yu4So/s1600-h/Picnic+table+on+the+dune+-+NCM+-+5-29-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341323040362224850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAxAXNmXNI/AAAAAAAACto/vZo5W0Yu4So/s320/Picnic+table+on+the+dune+-+NCM+-+5-29-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next stop was canal park. This was very eerie with all the fog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Across the canal, I caught a glimpse of a brave fisherman making his way to the end of the rock pile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAvvs4SMoI/AAAAAAAACtY/GTM-z81CKxc/s1600-h/Fisherman+in+the+fog+-+rock+pile+-+Canal+-+5-29-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341321654608999042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAvvs4SMoI/AAAAAAAACtY/GTM-z81CKxc/s320/Fisherman+in+the+fog+-+rock+pile+-+Canal+-+5-29-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Going out was one of our whale watcher boats. Don't no what they expected to see with all the fog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAvE3pacvI/AAAAAAAACtQ/_DjOITRt_Ag/s1600-h/Whale+watcher+in+the+fog+-+Canal+-+5-29-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341320918765040370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAvE3pacvI/AAAAAAAACtQ/_DjOITRt_Ag/s320/Whale+watcher+in+the+fog+-+Canal+-+5-29-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I heard a loud horn and turned to see the ferry coming in the canal and the whale watcher boat passing the ferry on the left side. (I wasn't fast enough to get a picture of that.) I know that if I was on the whale watcher, I would have been shitting in my pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAugE-jaAI/AAAAAAAACtI/UiQzpqLvp4s/s1600-h/Ferry+in+the+fog+-+Canal+-+5-29-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341320286688208898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAugE-jaAI/AAAAAAAACtI/UiQzpqLvp4s/s320/Ferry+in+the+fog+-+Canal+-+5-29-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later in the day, the sky cleared to a beautiful sunny day. Until evening. We had a couple thunder storms roll through. Not as bad as some we've had, but interesting. I love thunder storms. My cats don't. My baby hid behind the sofa and Ralphy came running inside with his tail between his legs. What a big strong male he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After the storms, Ralphy wanted to go back out, where his sister was waiting. She's the only brave heart of the bunch. My baby spent the entire night in bed with me. This was very unusually. She hasn't done this in a very long time. Maybe the storms really scared her. Or maybe she just wanted to be close. Either way, I enjoyed the closeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-5561760062254681078?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5561760062254681078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5561760062254681078&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5561760062254681078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5561760062254681078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SiAyQ9JPlJI/AAAAAAAACt4/JVwvWwaWm_A/s72-c/Charming+yard+-+5-29-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-7490031507456177680</id><published>2009-05-29T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:00:01.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was definitely a lazy day. I went to the bank and came home. My only outing for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The natural gas company is running lines. This is creating havoc on our only main road. So people are being detoured. Today was my street. It has been very interesting watching all sorts of trucks and cars. Not to mention the beer tracker trailers, other tracker trailers, New Jersey Transit buses, school buses, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I did notice a Coca Cola truck too. That got me to thinking. I haven't seen a Pepsi truck in a very long time. Has anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The only pictures I took today was this morning of a zinnia bud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh8a9xQ3epI/AAAAAAAACsg/CbNmXveDZR4/s1600-h/Zinnia+bud+-+5-28-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341017331583122066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh8a9xQ3epI/AAAAAAAACsg/CbNmXveDZR4/s320/Zinnia+bud+-+5-28-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The white things are not bugs. I noticed it when I loaded the pictures and went and checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It is just white fuzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh8aYNzlneI/AAAAAAAACsY/bKhdB15fyLM/s1600-h/Zinnia+-+5-28-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341016686409915874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh8aYNzlneI/AAAAAAAACsY/bKhdB15fyLM/s320/Zinnia+-+5-28-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Almost there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't wait until it is in full bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;These will be my first zinnia's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got the plant from the high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The students grow all sorts of plants through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the year. Then they hold a plant sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I did not get these at the plant sale. These came from my favorite garden center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was very wet in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh8ZJm6APlI/AAAAAAAACsI/5VwIAR06zY0/s1600-h/Flower+with+dewdrops+-+(macro)+-+5-28-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341015335938047570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh8ZJm6APlI/AAAAAAAACsI/5VwIAR06zY0/s320/Flower+with+dewdrops+-+(macro)+-+5-28-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021410374729218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh8erL8kPgI/AAAAAAAACso/HSH9NNav4Yc/s320/Flower+with+dewdrops+-+(macro)+-+5-28-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the dewdrops were very pretty.&lt;/span&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/6561731016537887860-7490031507456177680?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7490031507456177680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=7490031507456177680&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7490031507456177680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7490031507456177680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh8a9xQ3epI/AAAAAAAACsg/CbNmXveDZR4/s72-c/Zinnia+bud+-+5-28-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-5811037203979768595</id><published>2009-05-28T07:30:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:47:00.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 of Staycation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Was cloudy when I woke up, but not raining. A good sign. Decided to go to a new place that someone told me about for pictures. When I got there it was foggy, but nice. There was a long path with wetlands on one side and a pond on the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I seen something moving across the pond and zoomed in as far as the camera would let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh5-7tP7UCI/AAAAAAAACsA/3PeSNLHguW4/s1600-h/Glossy+Ibis+-+Corson%27s+inlet+-+5-27-09(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340845772331765794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh5-7tP7UCI/AAAAAAAACsA/3PeSNLHguW4/s320/Glossy+Ibis+-+Corson%27s+inlet+-+5-27-09(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A glossy ibis poking his/her head up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Walking a little further, this little one was just too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh5-rNrTg6I/AAAAAAAACr4/jK0-iiu0ZOY/s1600-h/Corson%27s+Inlet+-+5-27-09+-+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340845488978756514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh5-rNrTg6I/AAAAAAAACr4/jK0-iiu0ZOY/s320/Corson%27s+Inlet+-+5-27-09+-+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I walked the path some more, but the bugs were getting bad. I decided to turn back, telling myself I would come back another day when hopefully the bugs were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There was this call up ahead. I slowed down and walked as quietly as I could, (the best part about vacation for me, no socks and shoes. Just flip-flops.) So anyway, walking as quietly as I could in flip-flops, spotted this guy/girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh5-Dt-H-qI/AAAAAAAACrw/NZDpdlzNF7I/s1600-h/Corson%27s+Inlet+-+5-27-09+-+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340844810452859554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh5-Dt-H-qI/AAAAAAAACrw/NZDpdlzNF7I/s320/Corson%27s+Inlet+-+5-27-09+-+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh59WV3pSoI/AAAAAAAACro/_UxJ5sDP47Y/s1600-h/Corson%27s+Inlet+-+5-27-09+-+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340844030889118338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh59WV3pSoI/AAAAAAAACro/_UxJ5sDP47Y/s320/Corson%27s+Inlet+-+5-27-09+-+15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh58we2-iKI/AAAAAAAACrg/z2HB7VEhprY/s1600-h/Corson%27s+Inlet+-+5-27-09+-+19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340843380467206306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh58we2-iKI/AAAAAAAACrg/z2HB7VEhprY/s320/Corson%27s+Inlet+-+5-27-09+-+19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a cutie he/she was. I think it is a sandpiper of some sort, but I have no idea. I tried looking it up in the bird book, but to me they look the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Deciding to take the long way home to sight see, came across some people fishing in the fog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh58LykXfFI/AAAAAAAACrY/97xi3XFwB5U/s1600-h/Fishing+boat+in+the+fog+at+Townsend%27s+Inlet+-+5-27-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340842750102699090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh58LykXfFI/AAAAAAAACrY/97xi3XFwB5U/s320/Fishing+boat+in+the+fog+at+Townsend%27s+Inlet+-+5-27-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Continuing along, the skies started to clear and what a beautiful day it turned out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh57mMpU0bI/AAAAAAAACrQ/TEKNkPggscs/s1600-h/Shellbay+Avenue+-+5-27-09+-+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340842104267788722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh57mMpU0bI/AAAAAAAACrQ/TEKNkPggscs/s320/Shellbay+Avenue+-+5-27-09+-+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shellbay Avenue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There was a work truck parked next to me. He told me that there were deer along the edge of the phragmities. I did zoom in and was able to get one picture before the went behind the phragmities, but it wasn't a very good picture at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway I spent some time here. It was quiet and peaceful. The birds were enjoying themselves too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh57CFw4EzI/AAAAAAAACrI/NQg8ULeIuJk/s1600-h/Shellbay+Avenue+bird+in+flight+-+5-27-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340841483945120562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh57CFw4EzI/AAAAAAAACrI/NQg8ULeIuJk/s320/Shellbay+Avenue+bird+in+flight+-+5-27-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hearing a familiar call, I looked to the sky. The one shorebird that I do know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh5665XrejI/AAAAAAAACrA/y4L1jPO0zpE/s1600-h/Least+Tern+at+Shellbay+Avenue+-+5-27-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340841360359127602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh5665XrejI/AAAAAAAACrA/y4L1jPO0zpE/s320/Least+Tern+at+Shellbay+Avenue+-+5-27-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Least Tern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(This isn't a very good picture, but I like the other Least Tern in the bottom of the photo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh560jWWmQI/AAAAAAAACq4/0Yqug1aMMZ4/s1600-h/Least+Tern+at+Shellbay+Avenue+-+5-27-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340841251368769794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh560jWWmQI/AAAAAAAACq4/0Yqug1aMMZ4/s320/Least+Tern+at+Shellbay+Avenue+-+5-27-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was fun to watch them. They would hover, looking down into the water and then dive for a meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All in all, it was a good day. No rain, the sun shining and pictures taken.&lt;/span&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/6561731016537887860-5811037203979768595?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5811037203979768595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=5811037203979768595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5811037203979768595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/5811037203979768595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-5-of-staycation.html' title='Day 5 of Staycation'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sh5-7tP7UCI/AAAAAAAACsA/3PeSNLHguW4/s72-c/Glossy+Ibis+-+Corson%27s+inlet+-+5-27-09(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-539708845035146548</id><published>2009-05-27T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:43:10.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 of staycation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;As predicted it's raining and the temperature is around 59 degrees. Love the temp., but hate the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Like the past couple of mornings, Ralphy has made himself comfy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340217763945136306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShxDwzsuQLI/AAAAAAAACqI/OgmYf1COdt8/s320/Ralphy+-+5-26-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fat little thing isn't he? But for all his girth, he is the sweetest cat. Couple months ago, he decided he was spending the night inside and on my bed. I fell asleep and a little while later was awoken to a loud bang. It was Ralphy falling off the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway this isn't about him. I went to the DMV this morning to pay my registration. $71.50 to be pissed away by the State. There were two receptionists when I went in, a guy and lady. The guy looks at me and said, 'it must be raining outside.' Me: 'Of course it is. I'm on vacation.' The lady says, 'all week?' Me: 'Yes.' Her: 'remind me not to take off when she's on vacation.' You see the forecast is for rain all week. Having a drought were you are? Let me know. I'll come vacation in your part of the world and take care of that drought for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to check on two osprey nests. And they're nesting. Yip-pee. &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; and I went last year in June to find babies in both nests. We'll be going back this year hopefully to more babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340217024599915810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShxDFxbFfSI/AAAAAAAACqA/7-qY0McIMT8/s320/Nesting+mama+Osprey+-+Nest+1+-+5-26-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Click to enlarge and you'll see her hunkered down in the nest. She does blend in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Papa was close by. Eating I think.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340216394305345346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShxChFZJl0I/AAAAAAAACp4/MYQG42UV6H0/s320/Papa+Osprey+-+Nest+1+-+5-26-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The two photos above are from nest one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The three below are from nest two. I was out of the car for these two. Very windy and rainy, but I think they turned out pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340215634465150546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShxB02xIVlI/AAAAAAAACpw/AdtnVRSQSKA/s320/Papa+Osprey+-+Nest+2+-+5-26-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Papa on a near by post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340214236095254066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShxAjdbxDjI/AAAAAAAACpg/5Kili9MU_b4/s320/Mama+Osprey+-+Nest+2+-+5-26-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mama looking at me as if to say, 'Back off. You're too close.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340214998828483426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShxBP21ig2I/AAAAAAAACpo/x1QTwo10VvI/s320/Mama+Osprey+-+Nest+2+-+5-26-09+-+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How's that for a profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They are a very beautiful bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did get a couple of pictures of papa in flight, fighting the wind, but they weren't very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm hoping that the weather forecasters are wrong about tomorrow. I am itching to go to a couple new places for pictures.&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/6561731016537887860-539708845035146548?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/539708845035146548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=539708845035146548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/539708845035146548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/539708845035146548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-4-of-staycation.html' title='Day 4 of staycation'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShxDwzsuQLI/AAAAAAAACqI/OgmYf1COdt8/s72-c/Ralphy+-+5-26-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-6475281094833683681</id><published>2009-05-26T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:09:12.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of staycation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Same as yesterday morning. My baby coming in to wake me. Feeding her, starting the coffee, feeding the kittens, getting paper and quiet Ralphy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Again in bed. Again not making the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqYqEDZQTI/AAAAAAAACpY/cHHd9BBPB2o/s1600-h/Comfortable+Ralphy+-+5-25-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339748156611051826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqYqEDZQTI/AAAAAAAACpY/cHHd9BBPB2o/s320/Comfortable+Ralphy+-+5-25-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqYEHIXIII/AAAAAAAACpQ/Oyo-XTvEwDg/s1600-h/Hey,+what%27s+up+there+-+5-25-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339747504602161282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqYEHIXIII/AAAAAAAACpQ/Oyo-XTvEwDg/s320/Hey,+what%27s+up+there+-+5-25-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey, what's that thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqXb2yT_eI/AAAAAAAACpI/0BjKlgofvBY/s1600-h/Comfortable+Ralphy+-+5-25-09+-+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339746813019946466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqXb2yT_eI/AAAAAAAACpI/0BjKlgofvBY/s320/Comfortable+Ralphy+-+5-25-09+-+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahh. Come on mom. Let me just lie here awhile longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have been talking about doing yard work, but not showing you the final result. So a little tour for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqWyuXeZmI/AAAAAAAACpA/lDg_P5kSptg/s1600-h/Finished+lawn+-+5-25-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339746106385262178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqWyuXeZmI/AAAAAAAACpA/lDg_P5kSptg/s320/Finished+lawn+-+5-25-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My side yard all mowed and weed whacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqWISeqtRI/AAAAAAAACo4/sNfrTMFGg3Y/s1600-h/My+back+deck+-+5-25-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339745377344730386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqWISeqtRI/AAAAAAAACo4/sNfrTMFGg3Y/s320/My+back+deck+-+5-25-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My back deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqVe4D5jVI/AAAAAAAACow/sVUdhpUNfeA/s1600-h/My+house+-+5-25-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339744665878498642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqVe4D5jVI/AAAAAAAACow/sVUdhpUNfeA/s320/My+house+-+5-25-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Part of my front deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqUOr1a_bI/AAAAAAAACog/kSC1jX2BTBs/s1600-h/My+house+-+5-25-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339743288207015346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqUOr1a_bI/AAAAAAAACog/kSC1jX2BTBs/s320/My+house+-+5-25-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Under my living room window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqTn7JDy9I/AAAAAAAACoY/LSAr1mMTb8I/s1600-h/My+house+-+5-25-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339742622301014994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqTn7JDy9I/AAAAAAAACoY/LSAr1mMTb8I/s320/My+house+-+5-25-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome to my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to Lily Lake in search of the swan family.  If they were there, I couldn't find them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ended up taking a nap.  I guess the two day in a row outing was more then my old body could handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Grilled myself a hamburger and hot dog before the rain started.  It looks like my time off will be a rainy one.  Every day this week they are predicting rain.  Another rainy vacation.  Just what I predicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-6475281094833683681?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6475281094833683681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=6475281094833683681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6475281094833683681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/6475281094833683681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-3-of-staycation.html' title='Day 3 of staycation'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShqYqEDZQTI/AAAAAAAACpY/cHHd9BBPB2o/s72-c/Comfortable+Ralphy+-+5-25-09+-+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-7291142004597426312</id><published>2009-05-25T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:46:21.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 of staycation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;At 5:30 in the morning, my baby thought it was a good time for me to get up and feed her. I didn't think so. She got the hint after about five minutes and went away. Half hour later, she tried again. She won out this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So my baby fed I went out to feed the kittens and get the paper. Ralphy has now made a habit to come in after he eats. Sometimes he pests to be petted. Sometimes he is just content enough to lay down on his bed in the laundry room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;All cat owners out there know that cats are just like kids. The quieter they are, the more trouble they are getting into. Well it is pretty hard for Ralphy to get into trouble. He is such a good cat, but he has become very comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I went to check on him, he wasn't on his bed. He decided my bed was more comfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShlAB6z7PeI/AAAAAAAACoQ/L3VnMzTYOIY/s1600-h/Ralphy+sleeping+in+-+5-24-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339369234935528930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShlAB6z7PeI/AAAAAAAACoQ/L3VnMzTYOIY/s400/Ralphy+sleeping+in+-+5-24-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He could have at least made the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally got the yard done.  Weed whacked and mowed.  The yard always looks so good after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also got myself some sunburn.  The back of my neck and shoulders got the worst.  Do I ever think to put sunscreen on?  Nooo.  Oh well in a day to two, it will be tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to my friends again.  Had a fried hot dog.  The outside looked horrible, but it was actually very good.  Later on we had hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's about it for day two.  Sounds pretty boring, but we all had a good time.&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/6561731016537887860-7291142004597426312?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7291142004597426312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=7291142004597426312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7291142004597426312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/7291142004597426312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-2-of-staycation.html' title='Day 2 of staycation'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShlAB6z7PeI/AAAAAAAACoQ/L3VnMzTYOIY/s72-c/Ralphy+sleeping+in+-+5-24-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-8247961604032791664</id><published>2009-05-24T07:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:31:36.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of staycation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Made my way to my favorite garden center. Got a couple packs of flowers and mulch. Weeded my front flower beds and planted the flowers. My friend also gave me some elephant ear bulbs that I also planted. Then mulched. Fully dirty from that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My neighbor came home and was on crutches. Asked her what happened. Last Sunday she fell down the front steps and broke her leg. I feel bad because she said she was yelling for her daughter, and I didn't even hear her. Anyway she's in a cast for the next seven weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Because it was a beautiful day with a breeze, I was going to weed wack and mow. I had came inside for a drink of water and noticed a message. My friend down the street left a message for me to call back. I called and was invited for a drink. Telling them I was going to weed wack and mow was not going to work. So I figured I would go down for a drink. Stay for an hour and leave. Didn't happen. Ended up leaving around 8:30. I'm going back today for hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill, but not before I get the yard done. The weather forecast is for some rain and possible thunder storm today and rain tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;A good time was had at my friends house.  And I except another good time will happen today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Enjoy your weekend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-8247961604032791664?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8247961604032791664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=8247961604032791664&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8247961604032791664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8247961604032791664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-1-of-staycation.html' title='Day 1 of staycation'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-8313909246835798547</id><published>2009-05-23T07:36:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:03:30.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As of 3:30 yesterday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm on vacation. I'm not going away. This is a stay at home vacation. Just what I like to do. I enjoy working in the yard and doing a day trip for pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So on my staycation, I hope to find places like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShfiK9fns4I/AAAAAAAACn4/7Ic6kXjfLAo/s1600-h/Belleplain+Lake+-+5-12-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338984561204769666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShfiK9fns4I/AAAAAAAACn4/7Ic6kXjfLAo/s400/Belleplain+Lake+-+5-12-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And find lots of critters out in the open. Except snakes of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShfhoeWQ4CI/AAAAAAAACnw/xQeT_JWm_z8/s1600-h/Jakes+Landing+-+birds+-+5-12-09+-+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338983968728473634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShfhoeWQ4CI/AAAAAAAACnw/xQeT_JWm_z8/s400/Jakes+Landing+-+birds+-+5-12-09+-+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if the critters are not out in the open, I'll have fun trying to find them. My message to the critters, you can run and fly, but you can't hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShfhDVuucnI/AAAAAAAACno/g4Gp6smvszE/s1600-h/Jakes+Landing+-+Osprey+-+5-12-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338983330759996018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShfhDVuucnI/AAAAAAAACno/g4Gp6smvszE/s400/Jakes+Landing+-+Osprey+-+5-12-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Usually my vacations look like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338987390250034162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Shfkvogko_I/AAAAAAAACoI/KcRKOAoQCIU/s400/Rain+-+taken+with+HP+-+5-7-09+-+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if it does turn out like that, I hope there is this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShfgEkHgp2I/AAAAAAAACnY/DfFHeF9eV8A/s1600-h/Rainbow+-+5-1-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338982252290287458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShfgEkHgp2I/AAAAAAAACnY/DfFHeF9eV8A/s400/Rainbow+-+5-1-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wishing everyone a fun and safe Memorial Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-8313909246835798547?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8313909246835798547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=8313909246835798547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8313909246835798547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8313909246835798547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-of-330-yesterday-afternoon.html' title='As of 3:30 yesterday afternoon'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShfiK9fns4I/AAAAAAAACn4/7Ic6kXjfLAo/s72-c/Belleplain+Lake+-+5-12-09+-+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-771213532785333429</id><published>2009-05-18T17:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:42:08.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Name that photo contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;but unfortunately, there's no prize.  Just have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This was taken this afternoon of Ralphy &amp;amp; Yipper. (click to enlarge) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now remember that they are brother and sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShHU8G0QnLI/AAAAAAAACmw/iNbjvIcDLIk/s1600-h/Hey!!+What+are+you+doing+-+5-18-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337281162497793202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShHU8G0QnLI/AAAAAAAACmw/iNbjvIcDLIk/s400/Hey!!+What+are+you+doing+-+5-18-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And as &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; pointed out to me on the phone, it looks like a heart between the two of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&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/6561731016537887860-771213532785333429?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/771213532785333429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=771213532785333429&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/771213532785333429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/771213532785333429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/name-that-photo-contest.html' title='Name that photo contest'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShHU8G0QnLI/AAAAAAAACmw/iNbjvIcDLIk/s72-c/Hey!!+What+are+you+doing+-+5-18-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-1366050578328030863</id><published>2009-05-17T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:20:02.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much of anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Not much has happened this past week.  I was disappointed that Ty was eliminated from Dancing, but I guess it was to be expected.  I don't care what anyone says, that man gave everything he had.  Without a doubt, he was the most improved.  I give him credit for doing something way out of his comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't forget that tonight is the season finale of Survivor.  I'm rooting for J.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I received a letter from the State saying I owe taxes for cigarettes that I purchased outside the State.  The letter references an invoice number, but the letter does not tell me how much I owe.  It gives you a website to go to.  Then fill out the worksheet with the date, number of cartons and amount paid from 2002.  Be for real.  I don't have this information.  I contacted the place I purchased the cigarettes.  The girl was very nice, but told me that she couldn't tell me anything.  She said that they were waiting for a manager to tell them what they could and could not say.  She told me I could call back and ask for a manager and several would be available to speak with.  I called the next day and spoke with another girl who told me that a manager wouldn't be available until afternoon.  Nicely but firmly I insisted and guess what, a manager was available.  He told me that they sent names, address and order information to the State.  The order information had the date, number of cartons and amount paid.  He is going to send me a print out.  Turns out I started ordering from them in 2005.  Three years after what the State is requesting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am going to send the State a letter requesting the amount of taxes I owe.  After all, they don't hesitate to send a nasty letter saying you owe 'x' amount in taxes.  What's different this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I called about jury duty Friday.  My service to them is complete.  My next time of service is 2012.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I went food shopping this morning.  They had advertised a six pack of lemons.  They weren't marked with the sale price, so I asked a guy who works in the department.  He said they were the one's on sale.  After I checked out, I looked at the receipt.  Sure enough, they didn't charge me the sale price.  I went to the customer service desk with receipt and circular.  The girl was very nice.  I don't know if this is store policy, but she gave me my money for the entire cost of the lemons.  I questioned her, but she said, 'we overcharged you for the item, so I am giving you a full refund for them.'  No argument here.  I thanked her very much and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have bored you enough with nothing but a bunch of ramblings.  So I leave you with some pretty pansy pictures.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShAwXyscNUI/AAAAAAAACmo/DaHiyC0ocg8/s1600-h/Pansy+(macro)+-+4-25-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336818743737333058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShAwXyscNUI/AAAAAAAACmo/DaHiyC0ocg8/s320/Pansy+(macro)+-+4-25-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShAv0XBUIdI/AAAAAAAACmg/tAD83-fWKMM/s1600-h/Pansy+(macro)+-+4-25-09+-+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336818135013269970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShAv0XBUIdI/AAAAAAAACmg/tAD83-fWKMM/s320/Pansy+(macro)+-+4-25-09+-+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShAvMTFUDoI/AAAAAAAACmY/K1IhKXo1E9s/s1600-h/Pansy+(macro)+-+4-25-09+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336817446761533058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShAvMTFUDoI/AAAAAAAACmY/K1IhKXo1E9s/s320/Pansy+(macro)+-+4-25-09+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6561731016537887860-1366050578328030863?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1366050578328030863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=1366050578328030863&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1366050578328030863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/1366050578328030863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-much-of-anything.html' title='Not much of anything'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/ShAwXyscNUI/AAAAAAAACmo/DaHiyC0ocg8/s72-c/Pansy+(macro)+-+4-25-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-8353569968183154807</id><published>2009-05-10T17:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:36:52.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgdI7g47g1I/AAAAAAAAClY/IQgS-uWJ2rw/s1600-h/Swan+%26+signet+-+Lily+Lake+-+5-10-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334312470921839442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgdI7g47g1I/AAAAAAAAClY/IQgS-uWJ2rw/s400/Swan+%26+signet+-+Lily+Lake+-+5-10-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-8353569968183154807?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8353569968183154807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=8353569968183154807&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8353569968183154807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8353569968183154807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgdI7g47g1I/AAAAAAAAClY/IQgS-uWJ2rw/s72-c/Swan+%26+signet+-+Lily+Lake+-+5-10-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-3254457499869196871</id><published>2009-05-07T08:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:21:22.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rainbow, hummers &amp; other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We haven't seen the sun since Friday. Late in the afternoon, a portion of the sky clouded over with the other bright and sunny. Huge raindrops fell. Perfect for a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLIrc2iT2I/AAAAAAAACko/nQitwCEyDeg/s1600-h/Rainbow+-+5-1-09+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333045557564952418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLIrc2iT2I/AAAAAAAACko/nQitwCEyDeg/s400/Rainbow+-+5-1-09+-+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This rain was very short and soon the skies brighten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLIPGs-0qI/AAAAAAAACkQ/kechpEj2ycc/s1600-h/Clouds,+tree+%26+gull+-+5-1-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333045070582960802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLIPGs-0qI/AAAAAAAACkQ/kechpEj2ycc/s400/Clouds,+tree+%26+gull+-+5-1-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Hummer came out to feed and guard his feeder from the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLIJ2o7vQI/AAAAAAAACkI/alF7qweojHM/s1600-h/Mr.+Hummer+-+5-1-09+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333044980371668226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLIJ2o7vQI/AAAAAAAACkI/alF7qweojHM/s400/Mr.+Hummer+-+5-1-09+-+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLIDntT1MI/AAAAAAAACkA/uKxYSGMFWN4/s1600-h/Mr.+Hummer+-+5-1-09+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333044873284277442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLIDntT1MI/AAAAAAAACkA/uKxYSGMFWN4/s400/Mr.+Hummer+-+5-1-09+-+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunset was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLH6XncgzI/AAAAAAAACj4/dovB9BnDyfE/s1600-h/Sunset+-+5-1-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333044714345890610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLH6XncgzI/AAAAAAAACj4/dovB9BnDyfE/s400/Sunset+-+5-1-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was the last sunset we have seen. It has been overcast, drizzle, rain, downpours, thunder, lightning and some fog at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At times we have been graced with the hint of sunshine and blue sky, but all too soon it is taken over with gray clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We are getting tired of this shit. We need sunshine. Checking the weather for the coming days doesn't looking promising. It is saying for Sunday, abundant sunshine. I hope they are telling the truth this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have been told twice in the past two days that the professionals are saying we are still down four inches in rainfall. How can this be? Winter was wet. We had a lot of rain and snow (over eight inches of the white shit). And so far this spring, it has been wet. Ahh this is probably another one of the news people doom and gloom stories. They have to find something negative to talk about. Heaven forbid they should actually talk about something good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last Saturday was our high schools prom. I went to my friend's house because their son was going. Oh how handsome he looked. His date had a beautiful pink gown on. He says they are just 'best friends', but from the looks they gave one another and body language, they are more then that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I did take pictures, but one, they didn't turn out as good as I had hoped. And two, I don't like to post pictures without permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All the Dancing with the Stars fans out there, what did you think about the elimination Tuesday? I was surprised. As much as I love Ty and think he is the most improved, I thought for sure he would have been the next to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had said in a previous post that Ty was my favorite. I really hope he goes all the way. I just think that he is what this show is about. Doing something that you have never done before and way out of your comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And how can you help but not love him. He has a great quiet personality and great expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Did I mention that our swallows are back. They've been here for about three weeks now. I love to hear the chitter-chatter and watch them fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bobbie came across a humming bird nest webcam. If you would like to watch, click &lt;a href="http://www.ustream.tv/channel/hummingbird-nest-cam"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And don't forget about the Bald Eagle cams. The link is on my sidebar at the top. There is three HUGH babies at Sidney. And two small babies at Hornby. Very fun to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haven't seen the possum since Sunday.  I hope that she found a place, not in my shed, to have her babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well. That's about all I have. Until next time, if you have sun where you are, think of us and try to send some our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-3254457499869196871?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3254457499869196871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=3254457499869196871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3254457499869196871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3254457499869196871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-havent-seen-sun-since-friday.html' title='Rain, rainbow, hummers &amp; other stuff'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SgLIrc2iT2I/AAAAAAAACko/nQitwCEyDeg/s72-c/Rainbow+-+5-1-09+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-4318321238047742762</id><published>2009-05-05T19:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:06:44.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've lovin the video feature on my camera.  This will eventually wear off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is Little Yip at play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60da145ef8b3f91c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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title=''/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-4082087402310957141</id><published>2009-05-03T18:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:07:29.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;How do they find me? Now everyone knows that I am an animal lover. But did someone send a news letter out to the furry critters letting them know that they would have a safe haven at my property?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have birds. Which I love and have by choice with all the feeders and birdbaths. I have the kittens. At first, not by choice, but by their mama giving birth to them in the shed. Now I have them by choice and wouldn't have it any other way. I had a snake. Definitely not by choice. I don't want them around. I don't even consider them animals. I've had raccoons. Cute little things, but they really don't belong around here. And a pheasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well today while on the phone with Bobbie, I was outside have a smoke and something catches my eye. A possum. A big possum. I shoo it. Okay. These things are nocturnal. Why is it out during the day. So it is dreary and rainy, but it is still day time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course Bobbie asked if I got it's picture, but I hadn't because I didn't have my camera with me. I went out later on and what do I see again? The possum. I watched it walk across the yard, climb the neighbor's fence. That's when I ran in for the camera. When I went looking for it, I couldn't find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Went out again, I seen it walking along the house. Ran in for the camera. Came out and finally tracked it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's the ugly little sucker. Sorry the picture is blurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sf4ezucdfGI/AAAAAAAACjw/YasyfMEUXpo/s1600-h/Possum+-+5-3-09+-+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331732882842811490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Sf4ezucdfGI/AAAAAAAACjw/YasyfMEUXpo/s400/Possum+-+5-3-09+-+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I changed the setting on the camera to try for a better picture, but set it to video not realizing it. I have tried to upload the video. I don't know if I did it right. And if I did, it is very short and bad. If I didn't load it right, if anyone can tell my how to do it, I'd appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c52b54b4db8fb79e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc52b54b4db8fb79e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330207205%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C9817AE633293052ED018EBB2029791286F4A29.19ABA134152C4BC75D5B1441DD9CC40C3E79E02%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc52b54b4db8fb79e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3No1_37VokGYyNd2CKubrc5-Nog&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc52b54b4db8fb79e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330207205%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C9817AE633293052ED018EBB2029791286F4A29.19ABA134152C4BC75D5B1441DD9CC40C3E79E02%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc52b54b4db8fb79e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3No1_37VokGYyNd2CKubrc5-Nog&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I called my friend in animal control. He said that they are having babies this time of year. Oh wonderful. Baby possums. I asked him if because they are having babies, is it normal to see them during to day. I don't know if he was lying or not, but he said it was. He said to worry if it was walking like a drunk, gooky eyes and something else I don't remember. Well it doesn't have gooky eyes. Didn't walk like it was drunk. And I was about four foot from him, well I guess it's not a him. I was about four foot from her and she wasn't hissing or growling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yes, I love animals. I love watching animals. But I don't live on a farm. My property is 50 x 100. I would never hurt an animal and would protect it if in danger. But.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay,  the first video was an accident.  I didn't realize I had set the camera to video.  Now I know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The possum showed his/her ugly self again.  This time I was ready.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have named the video "Run possum.  Run"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Because there is no sound, this is what happened.  The possum was heading toward the front.  The kids were out there playing.  It stopped by the hose, but then proceeded.  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Oh great.  I know jury duty is our civil duty, but I don't like it.  Why?  I do not feel right making a decision about someones future without having all the facts and details about the crime that may have been committed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, back to the point.  When we received a jury duty summons, there is a questionnaire that must be filled out and returned.  I forgot to do this one time and they sent me a warning to fill it out and send back.  Well no warning for me this time.  I promptly fill it out and sent it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shortly after, I received a postcard in the mail to which I assumed it was verification of receiving the questionnaire.  Yesterday I received another postcard from them that I did not send in the questionnaire.  'Hello.  Yes I did,' so I called them.  I explained that I sent it back within days of receiving it.  She said she would get my questionnaire and to please hold.  She gets back on the line and says, ' this happens all the time.'  Then she asks, 'Are you physically and mentally able to serve as a juror?'  Yes I am.  Why?  There's silence.  I asked her what I marked.  She said I checked 'no.'  Couldn't help myself.  I starting laughing.  I told her maybe I did answer correctly.  She said, 'Sometimes we have days like that.  Considering where you work, I can understand.  Sometimes it's not easy working with the public.'  Too which I started laughing again.  I told her that sometimes someone will come into my office and I greet them with a 'Good morning.  How are you today?'  But they are fit for bear and start tearing into me.  Then I say to them, 'whoa.  Back up.  I haven't done anything to you yet.'  We laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, she corrected my questionnaire and now I await the day that I have to call to see if I must report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561731016537887860-3140773698006523238?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3140773698006523238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=3140773698006523238&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3140773698006523238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/3140773698006523238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/jury-duty.html' title='Jury Duty'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-8493820512215027784</id><published>2009-04-24T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:22:03.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're here and 200th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those beautiful little jewels of the bird world have finally made an appearance.  And how fitting for my 200th entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was going to go out for some sunset pictures, but decided just to stay in and try to catch up on e-mails.  I looked out the front door to see something on the feeder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Grabbing the phone, I called &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; to say, 'I have a hummer.'  He had flown away, but soon came back.  I went out with the camera and he was soon back.  He left and headed up to Bobbie's.  He found her feeder.  She sounded like a little kid on Christmas morning.  We are both very excited that they are back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Probably not much will be getting done.  I want a better picture that isn't too dark.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SfJVyBJjBSI/AAAAAAAACh4/Ocr0zCeWQFU/s1600-h/First+hummer+of+year+-+4-24-09+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328415626923017506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SfJVyBJjBSI/AAAAAAAACh4/Ocr0zCeWQFU/s400/First+hummer+of+year+-+4-24-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our first hummer of 2009 :o)&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/6561731016537887860-8493820512215027784?l=ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8493820512215027784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6561731016537887860&amp;postID=8493820512215027784&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8493820512215027784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561731016537887860/posts/default/8493820512215027784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofavillasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/theyre-here-and-200th-post.html' title='They&apos;re here and 200th post'/><author><name>Ramblings of a Villas Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SPZkbD2tkLI/AAAAAAAABWE/ld8cOUeY634/S220/Me+as+a+baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/SfJVyBJjBSI/AAAAAAAACh4/Ocr0zCeWQFU/s72-c/First+hummer+of+year+-+4-24-09+-+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-4308301121670691130</id><published>2009-04-21T19:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:22:17.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hodge-Podge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I haven't been here since Easter, so I hope that everyone had a wonderful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mine was good, except that I somehow deleted my memory card. Luckily I only lost the pictures I took that day. The other bad thing was I dropped my phone in dishwater. Dried it out in the sun and it still works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course I have been going crazy taking picture. I visited &lt;a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie's&lt;/a&gt; front yard and got macro pictures of her flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Se5H5fJ1RiI/AAAAAAAAChI/kQA5jpT4sEc/s1600-h/Barb%27s+yellow+tulip+-+4-13-09+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327274462166730274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Se5H5fJ1RiI/AAAAAAAAChI/kQA5jpT4sEc/s320/Barb%27s+yellow+tulip+-+4-13-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blurry, but I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Se5EFW_1-kI/AAAAAAAACgw/ZGBWMH6FbuY/s1600-h/Barb%27s+tulips+-+4-13-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327270268089268802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Se5EFW_1-kI/AAAAAAAACgw/ZGBWMH6FbuY/s320/Barb%27s+tulips+-+4-13-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My favorite of her tulips. I love the lone yellow tulip in the background on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Of course I went to the zoo. I took over a hundred pictures using some of the features on the camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One feature is called 'behind the glass'. The Tamaron's in the zoo are behind the glass and I have never been able to get decent pictures. Until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is my favorite tamaron picture. I called it peek-a-boo tamaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/Se5Def-9m7I/AAAAAAAACgo/sD-p6t9ZrxA/s1600-h/Peek-a-boo+Tamaron+-+4-10-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327269600486595506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand;
