<?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-24497647</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:07:52.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Carver</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-116032472262966568</id><published>2006-10-08T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:25:22.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE - AS I SEE IT, IN RESPONSE TO MY DAUGHTER'S BLOG</title><content type='html'>I for one was shunned as a kid..I also was the skinny tall one (5'  9 1/2") with buck teeth and living in a home with 2 parents and four siblings(sometimes more) and one bathroom (three other older siblings were gone from home.)  Hygene was sometimes a quick sponge bath at best, as a leisurely bath was to die for with so many in the house.  I remember that doing laundry was an everyday thing, and dishes, and cooking for the household often fell on me - being the oldest sibling at home.  Mom was disabled by a traffic accident so most of the housework fell on us kids.  Two of us oldest at home had most of the work as the younger ones were involved in lots of school activities like band &amp; etc.  Then my sister who was helping me was chosen to go to Calif. to help an older brother.  Guess who got then most of the work........me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my dad when I was three years out of high school, divorced and a child to raise.  Dad was my rock to lean on, and he was gone from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next years were sad attempts to keep a roof over our heads and keeping a job that I could like working at...and being the family joke of not being able to settle down, and marrying so many times.  I am currently on #5 and he is a gem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a long time to figure out who I was, what religion was to me, and many other issues.  Unfortunately this hurt my daughter a lot........as well as losing a son to adoption (who is now found.)  I guess that I was running from what my childhood pushed on me, and the responsibility it gave me.  Didn't teach me to be responsible tho.......and am still learning that lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did learn was that I am a good organizer (sometimes not for myself) and keeping my house from too much clutter (except for my office.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am truly sorry for any pain that I caused my children, but hope that they learn something from the way I lived my life....Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-116032472262966568?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/116032472262966568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=116032472262966568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/116032472262966568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/116032472262966568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-life-as-i-see-it-in-response-to-my.html' title='MY LIFE - AS I SEE IT, IN RESPONSE TO MY DAUGHTER&apos;S BLOG'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115871483248569782</id><published>2006-09-19T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:21:25.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Be Politically Correct - Thursday 13 &amp; More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/thursday%2013.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/thursday%2013.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Due to the climate of political correctness now pervading America, Kentuckians, Tennesseeans and West Virginians will no longer be referred to as "HILLBILLIES."&lt;br /&gt;You must now refer to them as "APPALACHIAN-AMERICANS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And furthermore . TO SPEAK ABOUT WOMEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She is not a "BABE" or a "CHICK" - She is a "BREASTED AMERICAN."&lt;br /&gt;3. She is not a "SCREAMER" or a "MOANER" - She is "VOCALLY APPRECIATIVE."&lt;br /&gt;4. She is not "EASY" - She is "HORIZONTALLY ACCESSIBLE."&lt;br /&gt;5. She is not a "DUMB BLONDE" - She is a "LIGHT-HAIRED DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY."&lt;br /&gt;6. She has not "BEEN AROUND" - She is a "PREVIOUSLY-ENJOYED COMPANION."&lt;br /&gt;7. She is not an "AIRHEAD" - She is "REALITY IMPAIRED."&lt;br /&gt;8. She does not get "DRUNK" or "TIPSY" - She gets "CHEMICALLY INCONVENIENCED"&lt;br /&gt;9. She does not have "BREAST IMPLANTS" - She is "MEDICALLY ENHANCED."&lt;br /&gt;10. She does not "NAG" you - She becomes "VERBALLY REPETITIVE."&lt;br /&gt;11. She is not a "TRAMP" - She is "SEXUALLY EXTROVERTED."&lt;br /&gt;12. She does not have "MAJOR LEAGUE HOOTERS" - She is "PICTORIALLY SUPERIOR."&lt;br /&gt;13. She is not a "TWO-BIT HOOKER" - She is a "LOW COST PROVIDER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT MEN:&lt;br /&gt;14. He does not have a "BEER GUT" - He has developed a "LIQUID GRAIN STORAGE FACILITY."&lt;br /&gt;15. He is not a "BAD DANCER" - He is "OVERLY CAUCASIAN."&lt;br /&gt;16. He does not "GET LOST ALL THE TIME" - He "INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE DESTINATIONS."&lt;br /&gt;17. He is not "BALDING" - He is in "FOLLICLE REGRESSION."&lt;br /&gt;18. He is not a "CRADLE ROBBER" - He prefers "GENERATIONAL DIFFERENTIAL RELATIONSHIPS."&lt;br /&gt;19. He does not get "FALLING-DOWN DRUNK" - He becomes "ACCIDENTALLY HORIZONTAL."&lt;br /&gt;20. He does not act like a "TOTAL ASS" - He develops a case of RECTAL-CRANIAL INVERSION."&lt;br /&gt;21. He is not a "MALE CHAUVINIST PIG" - He has "SWINE EMPATHY."&lt;br /&gt;22. He is not afraid of "COMMITMENT" - He is "RELATIONSHIP CHALLENGED."&lt;br /&gt;23. He is not "HORNY" - He is "SEXUALLY FOCUSED."&lt;br /&gt;24. It's not his "CRACK" you see hanging out of his pants - It's "REAR CLEAVAGE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-rfc2396E" href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;"http://thursdaythirteen.com"&lt;/a&gt;&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt; The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-rfc2396E" href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;"http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen"&lt;/a&gt; rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115871483248569782?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115871483248569782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115871483248569782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115871483248569782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115871483248569782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-be-politically-correct-thursday.html' title='How To Be Politically Correct - Thursday 13 &amp; More'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115791606965039350</id><published>2006-09-10T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:21:24.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 Tribute - Leo A Roberts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/leoaroberts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/320/leoaroberts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 44, Leo Roberts had so much to be thankful for. He had a beautiful wife and 4 loving children. On September 11, 2001, in Wayne, NJ, Leo Roberts kissed his wife and children and headed to work for the very last time. You see, Leo worked as a municiple bond trader for Cantor Fitzgerald at the WTC Tower 1 on the 104th floor. Sadly, Leo and many others did not make it home from work that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his future wife, Betty, worked at the same company and fell in love in 1981. They married in 1985. They had 4 children in the duration of that loving marriage: Dan, Michael, Jeffrey and their sister Taylor. Dan shared his love of life and music with his children every time they got in a car together for whatever the reason. All of his children were active in sports and Leo was a willing chauffer because, not only did it give him more time with his children, but it was also the perfect time to teach them about his music... classic rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once told his son Dan that if he would promise to learn how to play Stairway To Heaven, he would buy him a new guitar. Dan did get his new guitar from his mother and played the song at his dad's memorial with his brother, Jeffrey, singing vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you, the Roberts Family and your dad, whom I know is very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="275" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1Kje1dJR5k"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1Kje1dJR5k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="275" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a complete list of participants and their honorees, please click the image below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dcroe.com/2996/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cpprpnny/2996-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115791606965039350?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115791606965039350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115791606965039350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115791606965039350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115791606965039350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/09/911-tribute-leo-roberts.html' title='9/11 Tribute - Leo A Roberts'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115671655797601645</id><published>2006-08-27T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:09:17.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD AGE IS A GIFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Old age,&lt;br /&gt;I decided, is a gift&lt;br /&gt;I am now, &lt;br /&gt;probably for the first time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;the person I have always wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not my body!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes despair over my body      &lt;br /&gt;the wrinkles, the baggy eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the sagging butt.&lt;br /&gt;And often I am taken aback&lt;br /&gt;by that older person that lives in my mirror,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't agonize over those things for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never trade my friends,&lt;br /&gt;my good life,  my loving family&lt;br /&gt;for less gray hair or a flatter belly.&lt;br /&gt;As I've aged,&lt;br /&gt;I've become more kind to myself,&lt;br /&gt;   and less critical of myself.  &lt;br /&gt;I've become my own friend.&lt;br /&gt;I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie,&lt;br /&gt; or for not making my bed,&lt;br /&gt;or for buying the silly cement gecko&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't need&lt;br /&gt;but looks so avant-garde on my patio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am entitled to overeat, &lt;br /&gt;to be messy, to be extravagant.  &lt;br /&gt;  I have seen too many dear friends&lt;br /&gt;leave this world too soon;&lt;br /&gt;before they understood the great&lt;br /&gt;  freedom that comes with aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose business is it &lt;br /&gt;if I choose to read&lt;br /&gt;or play on the computer until 4 a.m. ,&lt;br /&gt;and sleep until noon ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will dance with myself&lt;br /&gt;to those wonderful tunes of the 60's,&lt;br /&gt;and if I, at the same time&lt;br /&gt;wish to weep over a lost love.....&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will walk the beach in a swim suit&lt;br /&gt;that is stretched over a bulging body,&lt;br /&gt;and will dive into the waves&lt;br /&gt; with abandon if I choose to,&lt;br /&gt;despite the pitying glances&lt;br /&gt;from the bikini set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They, too, will get old.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;  I know I am sometimes forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;But there again,&lt;br /&gt;some of life is just as well forgotten .&lt;br /&gt;and I eventually remember&lt;br /&gt;the important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, over the years,&lt;br /&gt;my heart has been broken.&lt;br /&gt;  How can your heart not break&lt;br /&gt;when you lose a loved one,&lt;br /&gt;or when a child suffers,&lt;br /&gt;or even when a beloved pet&lt;br /&gt;gets hit by a car?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But broken hearts are what give us&lt;br /&gt;strength and understanding&lt;br /&gt;and compassion. &lt;br /&gt; A heart never broken&lt;br /&gt;is pristine and  sterile&lt;br /&gt;and will never know the joy&lt;br /&gt; of being imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed&lt;br /&gt; to have lived long enough&lt;br /&gt; to have my hair turn gray,&lt;br /&gt;and to have my youthful laughs&lt;br /&gt; be forever etched&lt;br /&gt;into deep grooves on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many have never laughed,&lt;br /&gt;and so many have died&lt;br /&gt;before their hair could turn silver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say "no", and mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say "yes", and mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you get older, &lt;br /&gt;it is easier to be positive.&lt;br /&gt;You care less about what other people think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't question myself anymore. &lt;br /&gt;   I've even earned the right to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So, to answer your question,&lt;br /&gt;I like being older. &lt;br /&gt;It has set me free. &lt;br /&gt;I like the person I have become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to live forever,&lt;br /&gt;  but while I am still here&lt;br /&gt;I will not waste time&lt;br /&gt;lamenting what could have been,&lt;br /&gt;  or worrying about what will be.  &lt;br /&gt;    And I shall eat dessert every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115671655797601645?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115671655797601645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115671655797601645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115671655797601645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115671655797601645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/08/old-age-is-gift.html' title='OLD AGE IS A GIFT'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115578150107631239</id><published>2006-08-17T06:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:31:06.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 TRIBUTE</title><content type='html'>Leo A. Roberts, age 44.Place killed: World Trade Center. Resident of Wayne, N.J. (USA).Leo A. Roberts will be honored by M Carver at the blog &lt;a href="http://momcarver.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;AuntieM&lt;/a&gt;. This was the 1877th blogger to sign up for the 2,996 Tribute project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will serve as my T13.......for this week. I am honored to pay tribute to Leo A. Roberts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the devastation this caused my family and me. Even though I didn't know anyone that was killed, I still honor them all for giving their lives so that we all in America could live in peace.....and someday... harmony for all nations. Peace be to all.......AuntieM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go to: &lt;a href="http://www.dcroe.com/2996/?page_id=34"&gt;http://www.dcroe.com/2996/?page_id=34&lt;/a&gt; to sign up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115578150107631239?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115578150107631239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115578150107631239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115578150107631239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115578150107631239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/08/911-tribute.html' title='9/11 TRIBUTE'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115530535276807056</id><published>2006-08-11T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:09:12.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to the crazy ones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/Beggars%20Pelicans%20and%20Seagulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/320/Beggars%20Pelicans%20and%20Seagulls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Advertisement for Apple Computer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115530535276807056?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115530535276807056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115530535276807056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115530535276807056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115530535276807056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/08/heres-to-crazy-ones.html' title='Here&apos;s to the crazy ones.'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115488058270127218</id><published>2006-08-06T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:09:42.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INCREDIBLE!!!  I hope you all find this as interesting as I did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/1%20world.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/400/1%20world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/2%20world.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/400/2%20world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/3%20world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/400/3%20world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/4%20world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/400/4%20world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/5%20world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/400/5%20world.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/24497647-115488058270127218?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115488058270127218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115488058270127218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115488058270127218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115488058270127218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/08/incredible-i-hope-you-all-find-this-as_06.html' title='INCREDIBLE!!!  I hope you all find this as interesting as I did!'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115472384922573176</id><published>2006-08-04T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:37:33.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.badgirl1.com/PMS.htm"&gt;http://www.badgirl1.com/PMS.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN RELATE TO THIS  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115472384922573176?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115472384922573176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115472384922573176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115472384922573176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115472384922573176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/08/pms-blues.html' title='PMS Blues'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115460830447680590</id><published>2006-08-03T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T07:31:44.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO T13 THIS WEEK...</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks, company delayed coming till this week.....so got lots to do. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great TT.  I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;MomCarver (AuntieM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115460830447680590?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115460830447680590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115460830447680590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115460830447680590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115460830447680590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-t13-this-week.html' title='NO T13 THIS WEEK...'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115436933387359872</id><published>2006-07-31T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:09:00.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Native American Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/Howling%20at%20the%20Moon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/320/Howling%20at%20the%20Moon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;One wolf is the vengeful, angry, violent one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandson asked him, "Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandfather answered: "The one I feed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Native American Story ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115436933387359872?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115436933387359872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115436933387359872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115436933387359872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115436933387359872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/native-american-story.html' title='Native American Story'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115394767181825375</id><published>2006-07-27T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:20:13.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen things that happened this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/thursday%2013.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/thursday%2013.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First to report is that we are not buying the house in GA that we had an offer on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a repo, in great shape, 4 br/2 ba manufactured MH on 1.1 acre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fannie Mae decided they didn't want to bring property up to code....(well &amp; septic drain field).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This would have cost approx. $11-12K and they only offered $7K off the $62K asking price to do this. Doesn't compute in my book. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They cannot sell the property without a working well, and the county had never approved the original drain field from back in 1998.....and want it moved from it's existing location to another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not only would we have to buy all new appliances &amp;amp; floor vents (these were either stolen/or removed from the previous owner) and fix all the electrical stuff and no way to find out if the furnace and air conditioner are in working order. (no power on - sellers responsibility so inspection can be done.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I posted in my previous post, I had the flu from Friday to Monday....and still was feeling queasy on Tues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was unable to get the duck story out to my public in the blog. Will have to do that next week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still walking in a soft support for my right ankle. Some days are better than others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Company coming this weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend that I haven't seen in 5 years...but keep in contact with is coming to visit for a week or so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been busy all day getting beds made and general cleaning that has been let go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day here in NE Florida is gorgeous with a nice breeze out of the east....love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115394767181825375?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115394767181825375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115394767181825375' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115394767181825375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115394767181825375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/thirteen-things-that-happened-this.html' title='Thirteen things that happened this week'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115377981067261386</id><published>2006-07-24T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:23:30.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating.......</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not been posting since Thursday 13..was in bed with the flu.  Still have some side effects, but feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised the duck story, but will have to wait until symptoms are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings 'n love.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115377981067261386?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115377981067261386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115377981067261386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115377981067261386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115377981067261386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/updating.html' title='Updating.......'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115327090342780708</id><published>2006-07-20T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T03:28:06.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIRTEEN THINGS I ALWAYS WONDERED ABOUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/thursday%2013.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/thursday%2013.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  If you step on an ant does it scream?  Would we want to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Can ants hear us scream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  How does a one legged duck walk? (Have a true story about that I will post one   day next week. Keep checking back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  How are lizards born?  Hatched from eggs or live birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  How come lizards/gecco tails keep moving when they get cut off?  And for how long?  Who wants to stay around and watch?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6.  Why do some plants fold their leaves at night and others don't?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  If they fold their leaves, are they praying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Why do some days pass so fast and others drag by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Why are jar/can lids so hard to get off, but when you give it to someone else..it comes right off at first turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Why can some people grow plants, and others seem to kill them.  Is it in our DNA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is DNA responsible for being broke or rich with money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What other things about DNA haven't scientists discovered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Why am I asking these questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115327090342780708?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115327090342780708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115327090342780708' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115327090342780708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115327090342780708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/thirteen-things-i-always-wondered.html' title='THIRTEEN THINGS I ALWAYS WONDERED ABOUT'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115318293398858676</id><published>2006-07-17T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:35:34.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/indian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/indian.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* THE EARTH TEACHES ME * &lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me quiet,&lt;br /&gt;as the grasses are still with new light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me suffering,&lt;br /&gt;as old stones suffer with memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me humility,&lt;br /&gt;as blossoms are humble with beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me caring,&lt;br /&gt;as mothers nurture their young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me courage,&lt;br /&gt;as the tree that stands alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me limitation,&lt;br /&gt;as the ant that crawls on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me freedom,&lt;br /&gt;as the eagle that soars in the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me acceptance,&lt;br /&gt;as the leaves that die each fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me renewal,&lt;br /&gt;as the seed that rises in the spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me to forget myself,&lt;br /&gt;as melted snow forgets its life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth teach me to remember kindness, &lt;br /&gt;as dry fields weep with rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ A Prayer from the Ute } (Native American Indian)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115318293398858676?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115318293398858676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115318293398858676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115318293398858676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115318293398858676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/earth-teaches-me-earth-teach-me-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115287901734482400</id><published>2006-07-14T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T07:10:17.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panhala quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/Jackson%20Hole%20Summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/320/Jackson%20Hole%20Summer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week must be what the ancient Chinese had in mind when they would curse someone with "may you live in interesting times."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The woes of the world are many and the madness spreads; sometimes you just have to come up for air and let it all go for a while.  Victor Frankl said that "to choose one's attitude is the last freedom."  While we can't ignore all that is going on in the world, being overwhelmed isn't going to do any good either.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, a little "found Buddhism" in a country music song by Roshi Lyle Lovett.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing "profound" or "socially relevant," but I feel better after listening.  Sometimes, that's enough.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you're interested:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;http://www.panhala.net/In_My_Own_Mind.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115287901734482400?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115287901734482400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115287901734482400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115287901734482400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115287901734482400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/panhala-quote.html' title='Panhala quote'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115279766420509598</id><published>2006-07-13T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:56:48.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen One Word Things about AuntieM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/thursday%2013.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/thursday%2013.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quilter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crafter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PC'er&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gardener&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organizer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Housekeeper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collector&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not necessarily in that order. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115279766420509598?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115279766420509598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115279766420509598' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115279766420509598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115279766420509598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/thirteen-one-word-things-about-auntiem.html' title='Thirteen One Word Things about AuntieM'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115262840737275813</id><published>2006-07-11T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T09:33:27.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is a slow day here in sunny NE Florida....well, temporarily sunny.  Expecting rain off and on all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having open house on Saturday to try and sell this house, so doing lots of pick-me-ups around the house like little details that have been let slide.  Just got my closet organized, have to change the curtains and bed to make it brighter in there.  I like my room dark when I sleep, but other people look at it like a dark cave.  So time to please others.....than myself.  Anything to sell this house.  Have to iron sheets today.  Most of the ones I have are chambray which wrinkles a lot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been some depressed.  On so much medication for left groin sprain and right ankle sprain.  Kinda makes it hard to get around....and up and down.  The groin one is the one that get ya up from the *john* and out of chairs.....and the ankle keeps me from putting much weight on it.  My doctor prescribed a "lift chair" but the medical supply companies want them paid for up front first.  Gotta call my insurance co to find out how/what they pay before I can get one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been sleeping a lot and not doing much......one sign of depression..at least I admit it. Wish all this house buying/selling were over with....and all the stress that goes with it.  Me......the person that is usually upbeat and positive........is in a definite slump.  Guess I need a change of pace and less meds.  Am currently weaning off of one that could be part of the problem.  It causes weight gain and swelling.  I have both.  So off it I go....and will see if it helps.  Almost 20# gained since I started taking the medication.  Six more days to go....then done with it.  Problem is.....it is preventing nerve pain in my legs from my surgery in December '05.  I have enough built up in my system that it hasn't started back hurting yet......will see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, back to the grind.........see ya around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115262840737275813?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115262840737275813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115262840737275813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115262840737275813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115262840737275813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115238840724295330</id><published>2006-07-08T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T11:05:29.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hugging"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugging is healthy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It helps the body's immune system; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it keeps you healthier; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it cures depression, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it reduces stress, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it induces sleep, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's invigorating, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's rejuvenating, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it has no unpleasant side effects, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hugging is nothing less than a miracle drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugging is all-natural. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is organic, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;naturally sweet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no pesticides, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no preservatives, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no artificial ingredients and 100% wholesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugging is practically perfect. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are no movable parts, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no batteries to wear out, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no periodic checkups, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;low energy consumption, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;high energy yield, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inflation proof, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;non-fattening, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no monthly payments, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no insurance requirements, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;theft proof, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;non-taxable, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;non-polluting, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and of course, fully returnable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/24497647-115238840724295330?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115238840724295330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115238840724295330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115238840724295330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115238840724295330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/hugging.html' title='&quot;Hugging&quot;'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115235965866128215</id><published>2006-07-08T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T06:54:18.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do you have to "put your two cents in".. . but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a round pizza come in a square box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you just try singing the two songs above?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115235965866128215?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115235965866128215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115235965866128215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115235965866128215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115235965866128215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115206811665382352</id><published>2006-07-04T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:59:01.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/thursday%2013.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/thursday%2013.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You should not confuse your career with your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never lick a steak knife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A person, who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your friends love you anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and never squat while wearing your spurs!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=momcarver&amp;amp;postid=06Jul2006" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115206811665382352?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115206811665382352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115206811665382352' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115206811665382352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115206811665382352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday-thirteen-7.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 7'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115201632202522529</id><published>2006-07-04T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:32:02.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/4th%20of%20July.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/320/4th%20of%20July.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, who can be trusted with power,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and who may act in your place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those with a passion for justice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who speak the truth from their hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who have let go of selfish interests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and grown beyond their own lives;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who see the wretched as their family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the poor as their flesh and blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They alone are impartial and worthy of the people's trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their compassion lights up the whole earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and their kindness endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Psalms, translations by Stephen Mitchell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115201632202522529?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115201632202522529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115201632202522529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115201632202522529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115201632202522529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115184692125472668</id><published>2006-07-02T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T08:28:41.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraham-Hicks from 5/10/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/angel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/angel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Sunday!!! No new posting today, but one that is understandable by itself. Enjoy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"There is this feeling that humans have - and we understand why you've got it - that goes like, "I have to find the problem and fix it." Well, that is in part right because the problem is what helps you identify what you do want, but the art of deliberate creating is, once you know what you do want, turning your full attention to that and no longer beating the drum of what you do not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what you're saying to us is accurate. You're saying, "Well, it's hard not to beat the drum once it's manifest." And we said, well, it was easier when it was only an emotion, but you didn't know it so you kept beating the drum. And then it was easier when it was only a sensation, but you didn't know it so you kept beating the drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It doesn't matter at what point you decide to stop beating the drum, in the moment you stop beating the drum of what you don't want, well-being will flow right in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;www.abraham-hicks.com&lt;br /&gt;Abraham-Hicks Tarrytown, N.Y., 5/10/03B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115184692125472668?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115184692125472668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115184692125472668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115184692125472668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115184692125472668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/abraham-hicks-from-51003.html' title='Abraham-Hicks from 5/10/03'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115175768815722308</id><published>2006-07-01T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:41:28.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Abraham-Hicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/oberoimauritius_resortoverview_img3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/oberoimauritius_resortoverview_img3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, how is it that you achieve vibrational harmony with something? Well, you observe it, you contemplate it, you chew on it, you talk about it, you think about, you muse about it, you consider it, you remember it, you stew over it. In other words, by giving your attention to something, if you spend any amount of time in your observation of it, you, within a few seconds, usually 14 or 15 or 16 seconds, begin to achieve vibrational harmony with your object of attention, and once that has been achieved, it is yours".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abraham-hicks.com"&gt;http://www.abraham-hicks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who'd of thought it was so easy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115175768815722308?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115175768815722308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115175768815722308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115175768815722308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115175768815722308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-abraham-hicks.html' title='Today&apos;s Abraham-Hicks'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115166961877753029</id><published>2006-06-30T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T07:21:40.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funeral Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/Sleepy%20Hollow%20Farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/320/Sleepy%20Hollow%20Farm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a  border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a grave-side service for a homeless man, with no family or friends. The funeral was to be held at a cemetery way back in the country, &amp; this man would be the first to be laid to rest there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost, and being a typical man did not stop for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived an hour late. I saw the backhoe &amp;amp; the crew, who were eating lunch, but the hearse was nowhere in sight. I apologized to the workers for my tardiness, and stepped to the side of the open grave, where I saw the vault lid already in place I assured the workers I would&lt;br /&gt;not hold them up for long, but this was the proper thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I poured out my heart and soul. As I preached the workers began to say "Amen," "Praise the Lord,"&amp; "Glory," I preached, and I preached, like I'd never preached before: from Genesis all the way to Revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the lengthy service with a prayer &amp;amp; walked to my car. As I was opening the door &amp;amp; taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another, "I ain't never seen anything like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115166961877753029?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115166961877753029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115166961877753029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115166961877753029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115166961877753029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/funeral-service.html' title='The Funeral Service'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115159190112832670</id><published>2006-06-29T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:35:15.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/thursday%2013.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/thursday%2013.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;LILACS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DAFFODILS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ROSES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PLUMBAGO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CERISSA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AZALEAS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GERANIUMS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HONEYSUCKLE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BOUGANVILLA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DASIES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IRISES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DAY LILLIES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;VIOLETS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of these I either have grown or are existing in my yard here in N. Florida. Lilacs, honeysuckle and irises are from my previous life in Michigan, and daffodils from Georgia and Michigan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=momcarver&amp;amp;postid=29Jun2006" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115159190112832670?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115159190112832670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115159190112832670' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115159190112832670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115159190112832670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-thirteen-6.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 6'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115149768248805782</id><published>2006-06-28T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T07:28:02.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Abraham-Hicks to ponder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/truck.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/truck.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Recognize that you have only to state, "I want a new red car," and leave it at that—not setting forth your counter-creation, your contradictory-creation, your destructive-creation, your anti-creation or your un-creation. Offer only those thoughts and words that are in the direction of what you want."&lt;br /&gt;Expressed by &lt;a href="http://www.abrahamfreemp3downloads.com/"&gt;Abraham-Hicks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115149768248805782?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115149768248805782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115149768248805782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115149768248805782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115149768248805782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-abraham-hicks-to-ponder_28.html' title='Today&apos;s Abraham-Hicks to ponder...'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115136921458877715</id><published>2006-06-26T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:46:54.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's A Tough Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/polar%20bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/polar%20bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The San Francisco Zoo has an elephant named Calle who&lt;br /&gt;has a chronic illness, requiring medication. The zoo&lt;br /&gt;people couldn't get Calle to take her dose orally, so&lt;br /&gt;a California pharmacologist developed a suppository.&lt;br /&gt;The 10-inch-long, four-pound, cocoa-butter bullets&lt;br /&gt;are crafted by the good folks at Guittard Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;in Burlingame.&lt;br /&gt;Administering the DAILY medication takes five zoo workers&lt;br /&gt;including one person to distract Calle with treats and&lt;br /&gt;one person who wears a full-arm glove.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling you this????&lt;br /&gt;Just think - - - FIVE people have jobs worse than yours!&lt;br /&gt;Now stop complaining and get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115136921458877715?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115136921458877715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115136921458877715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115136921458877715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115136921458877715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-tough-life.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s A Tough Life&quot;'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115128553514077320</id><published>2006-06-25T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:16:55.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/file003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/320/file003.jpg" width="400" 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/24497647-115128553514077320?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115128553514077320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115128553514077320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115128553514077320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115128553514077320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115123821561406026</id><published>2006-06-25T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T07:23:35.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Abraham-Hicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/image006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abraham is not about guiding anyone toward or away from anything. We want you to make all of your decisions about your desire. You have that right. You should be able to do that. Our only desire is that you discover the way to achieve your desires."&lt;br /&gt;Expressed by Abraham-Hicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a continuation of yesterday's theme.....ALLOWING.  We were all born with FREE WILL, but part of free will is finding and creating our desires.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must work at finding ways to achieve our desires. At the end of the day have you made a step toward achieving your desires?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115123821561406026?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115123821561406026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115123821561406026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115123821561406026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115123821561406026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-abraham-hicks_25.html' title='Today&apos;s Abraham-Hicks'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115116223199054599</id><published>2006-06-24T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:17:12.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Abraham-Hicks to ponder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/Autumn%20Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/Autumn%20Waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only thing that makes the difference in the way you feel right now is the thought that you are thinking right now. It doesn't matter how much money you've got; there are joyful people with no money, and there are unhappy people with lots of money. How you feel is about how you are allowing the Source that is You to flow. So when we talk about the Art of Allowing, we're talking about the art of living; about the art of thriving; about the art of clarity. We're talking about the art of being who you really are."&lt;br /&gt;Expressed by Abraham-Hicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, allowing ourselves to be happy? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I can do this, not so hard in my book.  He says.....be happy with the way we are, with or without money or the things we want in our lives.  If we allow things to flow in our lives and in our being....we can be happy.  Who knew?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the waterfall has to go over and around rocks and other debris, it surely finds it's way to where it is going.  So can we in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115116223199054599?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115116223199054599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115116223199054599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115116223199054599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115116223199054599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-abraham-hicks-to-ponder_24.html' title='Today&apos;s Abraham-Hicks to ponder...'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115108019033756718</id><published>2006-06-23T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:29:50.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From UNITY...thoughts for a brighter day</title><content type='html'>“In oneness with God,&lt;br /&gt;I perceive the day with a true and bright outlook.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“When life seems overly serious, a good laugh can help my outlook for the day be from a truer, brighter perspective.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“A funny article, movie, or television program not only provides a distraction from concerns; it also reminds me of the absurdity of allowing outer circumstances to impede my awareness of the joy of God within me.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“A deep, hearty laugh impacts my entire being in a positive way. As I chuckle, I release tension, which allows me to view my world with a positive outlook and perceive the possibility for good that each day holds.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Perhaps my greatest realization is that I have dispelled any illusion of separation from God. The more I am aware of my oneness with God, the more reason I have to laugh and be happy.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115108019033756718?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115108019033756718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115108019033756718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115108019033756718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115108019033756718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/from-unitythoughts-for-brighter-day.html' title='From UNITY...thoughts for a brighter day'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115098386461057793</id><published>2006-06-22T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T09:14:28.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/thursday%2013.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/320/thursday%2013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIRTEEN JOBS I HAVE HELD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ice cream soda jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waitress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Restaurant Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Electronics board assembly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Electronics quality control tester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Electronics, Nasa Certification (Space Lab communications switch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Property management - Assistant Manager, Atlanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Property management - Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Office assistant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Accounting, Receivables &amp;amp; Payables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fabric store, assistant manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Realtor assistant - farming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These employments ranged from my age 14 to age 54 when I went on disability due to an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many jobs have you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=momcarver&amp;amp;postid=22Jun2006" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115098386461057793?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115098386461057793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115098386461057793' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115098386461057793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115098386461057793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-thirteen-5.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 5'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115090247581359063</id><published>2006-06-21T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:07:55.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whale story from the news</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/att__2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/att__2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the front page story of the SF Chronicle, you would have read about a female humpback whale who had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her mouth. A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farralone Islands (outside the Golden Gate) and radioed an environmental group for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her ... a very dangerous proposition. One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="98" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/att__4.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, and nudged them, pushed gently around-she thanked them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/200/att__5.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eyes were following him the whole time, and he will never be the same.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May you, and all those you love, be so blessed and fortunate to be surrounded by people who will help you get untangled from the things that are binding you. And, may you always know the joy of giving and receiving gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pass this on to you, my friend, in the same spirit.&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT FOR THE MOON! IF YOU MISS....YOU'RE STILL AMONGST STARS!&lt;br /&gt;A positive attitude is a powerful force that cannot be stopped! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115090247581359063?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115090247581359063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115090247581359063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115090247581359063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115090247581359063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/whale-story-from-news.html' title='Whale story from the news'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115054418014684828</id><published>2006-06-17T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T06:36:20.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Abraham-Hicks to ponder...</title><content type='html'>"If you feel drawn to someone, but you are annoyed because you think that they are telling you some lies, try to look beyond the lies and try to focus upon the feeling. People offer all kinds of words for all kinds of different reasons. Most lies are offered to try to keep things in alignment. We're not encouraging it, but the motive behind lying is usually a pretty honorable motive. In other words, when a child lies to their parents, it's usually because they want to be free to do what they want to do, and they don't want their parents to be upset about it. It's about wanting an alignment. Physical ears have a hard time hearing this. You keep talking about "We need to be honest." And we say, we don't meet any of you who are honest. Even those who claim to be the most virtuous, are not honest, but your vibration always is. We would trust the feeling more than the words."&lt;br /&gt;Expressed by Abraham-Hicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should always speak true words but more often or not we say things just to make other people feel good.  This is not being truthful. Of course, there is always NOT saying truth to someone if it will hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to always listen to my intuition when dealing with other people.  One never knows when the words are true or not. Trust your instincts, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115054418014684828?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115054418014684828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115054418014684828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115054418014684828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115054418014684828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-abraham-hicks-to-ponder_17.html' title='Today&apos;s Abraham-Hicks to ponder...'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-115045786255549026</id><published>2006-06-16T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T06:37:42.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Abraham-Hicks</title><content type='html'>"Overwhelment is about you not being up to speed with what you told the Universe that you want. The Universe is yielding to you. You're just not ready to receive it right now."&lt;br /&gt;Expressed by Abraham-Hicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, are you overwhelmed with your life?  Are things not going the way you want?  This is true in so many of our lives.  Maybe we need to change the way we are doing things, and how we are looking at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frequently get this way, and have to get out of my own way to let things calm down, or even to cancel appointments just to have time to breathe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to allow the Universe yeild to what you wish for.  One cannot receive if one is too busy to let it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you handle it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-115045786255549026?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/115045786255549026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=115045786255549026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115045786255549026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/115045786255549026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-abraham-hicks.html' title='Today&apos;s Abraham-Hicks'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-114987404985025432</id><published>2006-06-09T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T07:43:42.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Tomato Soup</title><content type='html'>1 can (14 1/2 oz.) diced tomatoes, undrained&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;garlic salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;pepper &amp; salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;4 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp. butter/margarine&lt;br /&gt;chopped parsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring tomatoes to a boil, add baking soda &amp;amp; seasonings.&lt;br /&gt;Reduce heat, add milk &amp; butter. Heat through but do not boil.&lt;br /&gt;Garnish with parsley &amp;amp; croutons to taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-114987404985025432?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/114987404985025432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=114987404985025432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/114987404985025432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/114987404985025432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/moms-tomato-soup.html' title='Mom&apos;s Tomato Soup'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24497647.post-114985305034830484</id><published>2006-06-09T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T06:38:59.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Floyd's Rice Pudding recipe</title><content type='html'>1  1/4 cup dry rice, cooked&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup raisins &lt;br /&gt;3 eggs beaten&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 can evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp cinnamon &lt;br /&gt;dash of nutmeg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook rice, add other ingredients and stir well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add 1 tsp of vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake 20 minutes at 350 degrees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24497647-114985305034830484?l=momcarver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/feeds/114985305034830484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24497647&amp;postID=114985305034830484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/114985305034830484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24497647/posts/default/114985305034830484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momcarver.blogspot.com/2006/06/uncle-floyds-rice-pudding-recipe.html' title='Uncle Floyd&apos;s Rice Pudding recipe'/><author><name>AuntieM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349527204856784363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4766/2540/1600/m%202001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
