<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479</id><updated>2009-11-02T06:02:33.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Taste of Heaven</title><subtitle type='html'>Just me talking about things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-6694550846196598683</id><published>2009-05-03T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:27:41.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats been going on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have not posted anything in quite a while. Guess that kinda tells ya what an action packed life I lead huh? I cannot believe January, February, March and April has past by so quickly. Now it is May and thunderstorms and tornadoes are a daily occurance. And I am not going to say how many times I have watched &lt;em&gt;Twilight &lt;/em&gt;or how many times I have read all the books. They are just so good! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331720143160937826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/Sf4TOLbnDWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wWD31Og0ObE/s200/Twilight-double_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rarely get to see Myles and Grace anymore. Jason only calls his dad and that is only when he wants something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I fill my life with the other three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SgBG2pWsMHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/408FqyIO3no/s1600-h/2875_90157342783_701337783_2628005_1692167_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332339863434571890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SgBG2pWsMHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/408FqyIO3no/s320/2875_90157342783_701337783_2628005_1692167_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob is maturing so much everytime I see him. He is in the first grade but reading on a fourth grade level. He finally let it click that what he is reading has a mental picture to go with it! He reads to his little sister and brother also. Good practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SgBY_a3EMCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Y79C0CBMTNo/s1600-h/2875_90060147783_701337783_2626294_7310122_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332359805371953186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SgBY_a3EMCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Y79C0CBMTNo/s320/2875_90060147783_701337783_2626294_7310122_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SgBY_a3EMCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Y79C0CBMTNo/s1600-h/2875_90060147783_701337783_2626294_7310122_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie never had her birthday party and she wants to have a swimming party now. So right now it will be on June 6th at their country club in Gadsden.. I think Caleb is looking forward to it as much as she is!! He loves swimming better than chocolate donuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie's ballet recital is also that evening. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/Sf-aTxszwyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nBSYQTnNjos/s1600-h/IMG_0657a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332150148379427618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/Sf-aTxszwyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nBSYQTnNjos/s320/IMG_0657a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SgBIR3x7qnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GVnzmHcA-CM/s1600-h/IMG_0811a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332341430675024498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SgBIR3x7qnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GVnzmHcA-CM/s320/IMG_0811a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SgBapT02wKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/55lPYBxJcs0/s1600-h/2875_89961272783_701337783_2624308_3536038_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332361624549769378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SgBapT02wKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/55lPYBxJcs0/s320/2875_89961272783_701337783_2624308_3536038_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    And Caleb is Caleb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy bought her a Canon Rebel ssi so I will have pictures to post soon.I am going to keep this blog up more, try to type on it more each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, our little Katie enrolled for public Kindergarten the other day and is so excited. Takes me back to when Amy got on that school bus for the first time. I was watching from my window and saw her pony tailed head bounce up and down at the bus driver. I asked her later what the driver was asking her and she said, " She wanted to know if I was old enough to go to school."Amy wanted to go to school and ride that bus from the age of three and then in junior high she wouldn't be caught dead on one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-6694550846196598683?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6694550846196598683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=6694550846196598683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/6694550846196598683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/6694550846196598683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-been-going-on.html' title='whats been going on...'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/Sf4TOLbnDWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wWD31Og0ObE/s72-c/Twilight-double_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-2205130524667589679</id><published>2008-12-19T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:50:43.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie and Caleb</title><content type='html'>Well I got to spend some quality time with Katie and Caleb today and yesterday. Katie had her Christmas program at her school and then both she and Caleb came to my house to spend the night. Nana, one of their other grandmothers, came and got Katiebug yesterday and took her to her house, and I took Caleb home CAUSE he wanted to go home to his MOMMA!!! Talk about a TOUGH mommas boy that is our Caleb. He is so ALL BOY but a mommas little darlin' too. Today we played "What was that? I heard something?" then we SNUCK all over the house looking for whatever made that sound that we really didn't hear!!! We slayed us some tigers and mean guys all over their house!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-2205130524667589679?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2205130524667589679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=2205130524667589679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/2205130524667589679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/2205130524667589679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/katie-and-caleb.html' title='Katie and Caleb'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-5568868519225865989</id><published>2008-12-10T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:43:10.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could video little Caleb's thoughts'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/Sf-Zm8HHkeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXaxIt_btaI/s1600-h/IMG_0736a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332149378080018914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/Sf-Zm8HHkeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXaxIt_btaI/s320/IMG_0736a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; is so funny we just never know what is going through his mind. But we get a hint when he comes out with funny little anecdotes that he fully believes is real. Like how he was positive that Michael Phelps was going to come to his birthday party. He watched the olympics every night and was GLUED to the tv when Michael swam. The olympics were in August and his birthday was in September. He started swimming at the country club solely from watching Michael swim. He was so funny standing on the side of the pool bent over with his arm back, and DIVING in. I am serious. He would actually dive and then do exactly like Michael did with the little 'body wave' and go a long way before coming up for air. After repeatedly doing this he convinced his mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that he didn't need his life jacket. And sure enough he didn't. He would 'dive' in head first and do the little fishtail thingy and then come up for air then swim to the side. I'll see if I can't find a video of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb &lt;/span&gt;is just so smart and fun to be around. Once we were driving down the road and a tractortrailer, without the trailer, passed us and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt; laughed and said "look he don't have a tail." I thought it was so cute that he thought the trailer was a tail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That leads me to this story, and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;may make me take it off, but I think it is just too cute to forget. Amy was getting &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt; ready for her ballet class and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt; came into her room. He did a &lt;strong&gt;double&lt;/strong&gt; take and said, "You don't have a tail!" Amy laughed and said, "a tail? You don't have a tail either!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To which &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt; exclaimed, "Yes I do!" and proceded to pull his pants down to show her! Amy cracked up and said, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb &lt;/span&gt;that is not a tail, it is a (insert correct name here, I don't won't someone coming to my blog because they googled certain words!) and girls don't have those." We just never know what is going on in that cute little head of his. I think three and four year olds are the most fun age to just listen to, or even carry on a conversation with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here is a video of him practicing calling Michael Phelps to invite him to his 3 yr old birthday party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; well it won't upload, I'll figure it out and show it later, really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-5568868519225865989?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5568868519225865989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=5568868519225865989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/5568868519225865989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/5568868519225865989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-i-could-video-his-thoughts.html' title='I wish I could video little Caleb&apos;s thoughts&apos;'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/Sf-Zm8HHkeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXaxIt_btaI/s72-c/IMG_0736a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-7334711441486452703</id><published>2008-12-08T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:55:32.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Sarah turned the big 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3TFICkmpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/liRh9Z6Hr3w/s1600-h/IMG_4578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277606423359167122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3TFICkmpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/liRh9Z6Hr3w/s200/IMG_4578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3SaATOk3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JzrfGI0KuwU/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Katie+in+Chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277605682547168114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3SaATOk3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JzrfGI0KuwU/s200/Mommy+and+Katie+in+Chicago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3R1c-7JzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5BaDVMwEtaU/s1600-h/IMG_4617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277605054591477554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3R1c-7JzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5BaDVMwEtaU/s200/IMG_4617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Our sweet little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;turned five&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;on December 1. She wanted to celebrate by going out to eat at 'crusty crab' and no she is not allowed to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; but has evidently seen it enough times she knew who or maybe what 'crusty crab' is. We didn't. But when she and her Mom drove by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Lobster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;she said there that place, that's the 'crusty crab' place. So that is where we went to eat to celebrate her turning five years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Katie is going to have a birthday pahty in January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-7334711441486452703?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7334711441486452703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=7334711441486452703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/7334711441486452703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/7334711441486452703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/katie-sarah-turned-big-5.html' title='Katie Sarah turned the big 5!'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3TFICkmpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/liRh9Z6Hr3w/s72-c/IMG_4578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-6313840083942139516</id><published>2008-11-26T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:52:58.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new for my blog 'FEEDJIT'</title><content type='html'>I have seen this on &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;others blogs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but did not know how to get it to mine. I did it and hope it stays. Even though right now nobody comes to my blog but me. My kids really need to check it out since it is mostly about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;them &lt;/span&gt;lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an old friend by just clicking (you really have to be careful about where you click) but I found &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theAgees &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;an I am so happy about that. I need to get her email and really find out what has been going on in their lives, and let them in on ours. Amy and I both have wondered and wondered where they went. So happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I are cleaning and preparing for &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. I always cook a big turkey, I have since my kids were little. That was/is my holiday tradition more so than anything to do with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mike always does the rest of the cooking. He is good at it so I'm not gonna stop him! He cleans as he cooks so there is usually no big mess later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and her bunch should be getting back from the beach in a short while. She usually comes over early on &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day and helps me decorate my house up for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have made a big start on my gift list so far. I only buy for the grands mainly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I also have some sewing to do that is a high priority. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; gifts, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and just regular sewing. I really should get off this pc and go sew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-6313840083942139516?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6313840083942139516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=6313840083942139516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/6313840083942139516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/6313840083942139516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-new-for-my-blog-feedjit.html' title='Something new for my blog &apos;FEEDJIT&apos;'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-5177010795514140000</id><published>2008-11-09T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:40:54.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Jesus Jesus, there is no sweeter name I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3Mkiv5nhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-oyMQsUdaQE/s1600-h/100_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277599266523160082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3Mkiv5nhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-oyMQsUdaQE/s320/100_0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3MNLlQ0cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KC5uEDQdUpA/s1600-h/IMG_4303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277598865167536578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3MNLlQ0cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KC5uEDQdUpA/s320/IMG_4303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oldest grandchild, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 7, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asked Jesus to come into his heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise God Whom All Blessings Flow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was just beautiful the way it all came about. Jacob has been under conviction for a while now. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;He lives in a very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;centered home and has been taken to church all his life. His school has an after school program once a week where they study the Bible and talk about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and who He is and why He had to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their way home from school that day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jacob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;told his mother about that day's class and what they talked about. He said the leaders had asked if anyone felt like they needed to step out of the room and speak with one of them one to one, to raise their hand. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He said, but I didn't raise my hand. Then he asked her how would he know when to ask Jesus into his heart. She told him not to worry about it that when &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; wanted come into his heart he would know and would have no doubt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well later that night after they had bed time prayer and he was supposed to be asleep, he came out of his room and up to Amy and said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mom I just prayed and I asked Jesus into my heart"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(insert tears of joy here).&lt;/span&gt; She talked with him for awhile and then they prayed together. I hate it that Kevin had to work late that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talked with his children's director at his church the next night, on a Wednesday, he prayed again with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and his parents. Then on Sunday, Nov 2, he went down before his church and publicly professed his faith in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(insert more tears of joy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went out to eat and I told him "Jacob, do you know what the angels in heaven did when you prayed in your bed and asked &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to come into your heart?" He said no and I told him that at that exact moment &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all the angels in heaven sang ALLELUIA and rejoiced, Luke 15:7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy for him and proud of the parents Amy and Kevin are. He is going to baptized into his church on Nov 23, I'll post pictures for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-5177010795514140000?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5177010795514140000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=5177010795514140000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/5177010795514140000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/5177010795514140000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/jesus-jesus-jesus-there-is-not-sweeter.html' title='Jesus Jesus Jesus, there is no sweeter name I know'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/ST3Mkiv5nhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-oyMQsUdaQE/s72-c/100_0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-4746483304541749915</id><published>2008-08-07T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:39:57.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myles and Gracie all dressed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SJuqC_IyS2I/AAAAAAAAADg/0Zmj3USKU6Y/s1600-h/FH040003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SJutD0NvfSI/AAAAAAAAADw/8DdhRxK7oS4/s1600-h/FH040010a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SJupu_19UTI/AAAAAAAAADY/JIOpxFH9Wm8/s1600-h/FH030009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231962016997790002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="345" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SJupu_19UTI/AAAAAAAAADY/JIOpxFH9Wm8/s320/FH030009.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I haven't posted in a while. Been so busy with &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my little tastes of heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First &lt;/span&gt;Kevin was in the hospital for over a week with double pnemonia and I got to keep their kids. Now I loved having them for a whole week, but not under those conditions! He is all better now and back at work and the kids are home. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I didn't have any grands at house so I just loafed around. Actually enjoyed just the tv's and me! No &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MiMi I'm thirsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MiMi I'm hungry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MiMi I'm bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MiMi it's hot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;MiMi I got to poop!!!&lt;/span&gt; I miss them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started school today and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; start Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be catching up on some sewing now. Amy puts me to shame. I think in two days she made about 6 Lucy's, 6 skorts, embroidered Tees to go with them, even made a couple of outfits by a new pattern called GiGi. It is a button down the front blouse and pants. Very cute. She made all these for Katie and Grace. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is so good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-4746483304541749915?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4746483304541749915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=4746483304541749915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/4746483304541749915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/4746483304541749915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-new-beginnings.html' title='Myles and Gracie all dressed up'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SJupu_19UTI/AAAAAAAAADY/JIOpxFH9Wm8/s72-c/FH030009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-6012079504645581910</id><published>2008-07-13T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:34:51.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;100 Things About Me Very Random, almost confusingly random!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, sister, neice, and an aunt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I love rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. I wish I had a college degree in home Economics, I think they call it something else today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I wish I had a college degree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. If I had a college degree, it would probably be in English Literature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. It really bothers me that I don't have a college degree, can you tell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. I loved being a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. I was a stay at home mom until my youngest was 11 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. I have a son, age 36.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. I have a daughter, age 32.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. I have been married for 38 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. I got married at 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Since my kids did go to college and worked some before having children, I became a GM at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the old age of 50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. I love being a grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. I have a twin sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. I like to sew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. I am learning to quilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. I pieced my first full size quilt this month. It will go to my granddaughter Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. I am about to start my Katie a quilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. I plan to make all of them (my five grands) a quilt to use now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. I plan to make them all one to give them for a wedding present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. I am so not good at finishing my plans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23. I like to embroider with my Embroidery machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24. I plan to embroider a quilt for my granddaughters too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25. I bought my daughter an embroidery machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;26. I live in the middle of Alabama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27. I have two brothers and two sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;28. I have one brother and two sisters that live in the area of the state I live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;29. I have one brother that lives one state over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;30. We all see each other at the same time, rarely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;30. My mother died five years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;31. I miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;32. I still have her on my answering machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;33. I love playing on my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;34. My husband hates the time I spend on my pc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;35. My husband is so talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;36. My husband has completely remodeled our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;37. We have lived in this house, bought new, for 35 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;38. Nothing is the same, he has re-furbished even the wiring and plumbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;39. My husband and I are totally opposite in personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;40. I am very close to my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;41. My son and his father are very close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;42. I don't smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;43. I do like to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;44. I don't like to cook anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;45. I am retired from civil service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;46. I love staying at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;47. Even in high school I liked staying at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;48. My twin must have got the go out a have fun gene! Cause I had rather stay home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;49. I rarely get bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;50. I have never broken a bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;51. I had a hairline skull fracture when I was 17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;52. I was in a bad car wreck at 17, see #51.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;53. My then boyfriend, now husband was driving the car when we had the wreck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;54. I really and truly believe it was God hitting me in the head and saying "You better marry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this one, I know your future!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;55. I love material/fabric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;56. I love books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;57. I like to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;58. I love piano, and wish I could play it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;59. I had a case of pneumonia and pericardidis a little over a year ago. Very painful to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;60. I have an unrealistic fear of gettting it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;61. I do have osteoarthritis that is painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;62. I plan to start an exercise program for this arthritis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;63. I wish I had an inground pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;64. I know I would plan to exercise by swimming everyday! see #22.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;65. I have traveled to Green Bay WI, Las Vegas NV, South and North Carolina, Tennessee, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;      Georgia, Florida, Mississippi, and Denver Colorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;66. My father was from Georgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;67. My father died when I was two years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;68. Both my maternal and paternal grandfathers were already dead before I was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;69. I loved my grandma, my mother's mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;70. I still can hear her saying her prayers in the dark, after we were in the bed, when my sister &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;       and i spent the night with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;71. I like to scrapbook some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;72. I like to play with my pictures on and off the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;73. My youngest grandson is 2 yrs old and just had a broken thumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;74. Two of my grandchildren are adopted from the country of Kazahkstan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;75. I wish I had my own beach condo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;76. I love going to my daughter's inlaws beach home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;77. I am never late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;78. My daughter is my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;79. We are alike in many ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;80. I am a born again christian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;81. That means that since I believe Jesus died on the cross for me, I have a mansion in Heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;82. I have a friend that I used to work with, haven't seen her in 10 years, but we email all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;      the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;83. I am a night person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;84. My husband is a morning person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;85. This causes a lot of arguments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;86. I am an Alabama Crimson Tide fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;87. I love to talk with my grand kids. They are so funny. but don't let them see you laughing at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;       something they said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;88. I love to read other peoples blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;89. I love to watch HGTV and TLC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;90. I hate housework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;91. I love Italian food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;92. I love romantic comedies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;93. I love to swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;94. I like medical shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;95. Co-workers always asked me about their medical situations as if I had some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;       important letters after my name!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;96. I love flying in airplanes. Or did before arthritis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;97. I collect books on quilting and scrapbooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;98. I like to go to open houses for new homes to get ideas for my husband to do with out home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;99. I love clean sheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;100. I love my life right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-6012079504645581910?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6012079504645581910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=6012079504645581910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/6012079504645581910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/6012079504645581910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 things about me'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-1179463696457803210</id><published>2008-03-08T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:48:24.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SPvLHrQlodI/AAAAAAAAAFw/i_NLz42uA4g/s1600-h/00000144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259020322617008594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 411px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="396" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SPvLHrQlodI/AAAAAAAAAFw/i_NLz42uA4g/s400/00000144.JPG" width="445" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes you get discouragedBecause I am so small,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And always leave my fingerprintsOn furniture and walls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But everyday I am growing,-I'll be grown up someday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all these tiny handprintsWill simply fade away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here's a final handprint,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just so you can recall,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exactly how my fingers looked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I was very small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yesterday we spent almost the whole day getting the kids handprints done. I have handprints and feetprints of Amy's kids since they were a few days old. But I have never gotten Myles and Grace's. So yesterday I went to a pottery show and had me a large platter done with all five kids, and a flowerpot and a mug with only Myles and Grace. They are 6 and 5 but at least I'll have something to smile back on. Can't wait to get them and display them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I was very tired when I got home, drove to B'ham to Gadsden and back home, about three hours of driving and I don't like to drive. Makes me very sleepy. I have a bad reputation for driving for some reason. No wrecks, no tickets, just falling asleep! Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well half the day has gone already and I need to go sew something. Maybe something wonderful will happen that I can post about later today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Children are a blessing from God, ALL CHILDREN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-1179463696457803210?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1179463696457803210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=1179463696457803210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/1179463696457803210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/1179463696457803210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-you-get-discouragedbecause-i.html' title='Handprints'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/SPvLHrQlodI/AAAAAAAAAFw/i_NLz42uA4g/s72-c/00000144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-1567071332470751739</id><published>2008-03-05T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:15:31.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R89vYN5chkI/AAAAAAAAACk/bm5QyRFQVD0/s1600-h/God%27s+colors+are+peaceful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174476958710138434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R89vYN5chkI/AAAAAAAAACk/bm5QyRFQVD0/s400/God%27s+colors+are+peaceful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R89vSN5chjI/AAAAAAAAACc/lGzVpVrGGP4/s1600-h/God%27s+colors+are+breathtaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174476855630923314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R89vSN5chjI/AAAAAAAAACc/lGzVpVrGGP4/s400/God%27s+colors+are+breathtaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R89vJd5chiI/AAAAAAAAACU/b_il7fmXkF8/s1600-h/God%27s+colors+are+beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174476705307067938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R89vJd5chiI/AAAAAAAAACU/b_il7fmXkF8/s400/God%27s+colors+are+beautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R89vA95chhI/AAAAAAAAACM/vT1JhEmrqfM/s1600-h/God%27s+colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174476559278179858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R89vA95chhI/AAAAAAAAACM/vT1JhEmrqfM/s400/God%27s+colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing has gone right today starting with getting up entirely too early. And now I cannot get a playlist to work on my page. I think I will go back to bed and start over tomorrow! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I leave you with these beautiful pictures that tell me God loves me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good night :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-1567071332470751739?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1567071332470751739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=1567071332470751739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/1567071332470751739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/1567071332470751739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/gods-colors.html' title='God&apos;s Colors'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R89vYN5chkI/AAAAAAAAACk/bm5QyRFQVD0/s72-c/God%27s+colors+are+peaceful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-2460004524288609883</id><published>2008-03-02T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:05:59.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the much loved Chocolate Chip Brownie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8uEOr67VQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g8yteoHanc0/s1600-h/Jacob+and+Chipper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173373984808064258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8uEOr67VQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g8yteoHanc0/s400/Jacob+and+Chipper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8uEDr67VPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3DvrIj1S7HY/s1600-h/Katie+and+Chocolate+Chip+Brownie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173373795829503218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8uEDr67VPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3DvrIj1S7HY/s400/Katie+and+Chocolate+Chip+Brownie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8uD6L67VOI/AAAAAAAAABs/CTnEym3Pqxg/s1600-h/Caleb+and+his+puppy+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173373632620745954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8uD6L67VOI/AAAAAAAAABs/CTnEym3Pqxg/s400/Caleb+and+his+puppy+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I have not only had the wonderful joy of entertaining these three kiddoes all weekend but also the little &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Chip Brownie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as they have so aptly named him. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt; says he will be called &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chipper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though. They sure do love him. He is the cutest thing, especially when he runs after one of them. At one time he had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by the leg of his pants and wouldn't let go until &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went over a took him off. So funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am exhausted to say the least so I am going to take the hottest shower I can and go to bed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I have to go to the kiddoes house tomorrow as Amy has to work the book fair at Jacob's school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason and a friend came over for lunch. She brought her nine month old baby boy. So cute. Jason didn't have his little ones this weekend so we didn't get to see them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A good day, except for no &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-2460004524288609883?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2460004524288609883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=2460004524288609883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/2460004524288609883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/2460004524288609883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/much-loved-chocolate-chip-brownie.html' title='the much loved Chocolate Chip Brownie'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8uEOr67VQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g8yteoHanc0/s72-c/Jacob+and+Chipper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-2288704446005086467</id><published>2008-02-25T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:03:20.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaping Lizards Bat Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171164126748315106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8OqYBITjeI/AAAAAAAAABk/14Nz8JDcJcE/s400/cocker+spaniel+puppy.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8OqSRITjdI/AAAAAAAAABc/71WyAOzOwro/s1600-h/sidblotch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171164027964067282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8OqSRITjdI/AAAAAAAAABc/71WyAOzOwro/s320/sidblotch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Amy's&lt;/span&gt; today and to a pet shop to see how &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt; would handle a small puppy. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt; had to kiss every one of them. So cute. Course I washed his mouth off when we got back to the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There also was a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;lizard&lt;/span&gt; there. Not the little kind but the kind that&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; grows to four feet!&lt;/span&gt; This particular one was the size of a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;football,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not counting his neck/head and tail! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt; was facinated with it and would stoop on the floor with his chin in his hands and watch it. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now a few months ago Caleb had several nightmares &lt;em&gt;in one night&lt;/em&gt; and after the fourth one we got out of him that snakes were getting him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so sad it was.&lt;/span&gt; Well &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smart me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;decided to pick him up and let him look over into the cage the lizard was in right at the exact moment the lizard decided to stand on its hind legs and try to come through the screen on top of the cage, and at the same time stick its snake like tongue out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Needless to say &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt; went bonkers.&lt;/span&gt; I hope he does not have nightmares about this. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mimi can be so stupid sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank goodness when we left I asked him what was his favorite thing in the pet store and he said the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'wizard'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I sure hope it was not because it scared him the most!&lt;/span&gt; There was also a snake there but it was in something like a hollowed out log and you could barely see him (it was a brightly lit cage and he was a bright readdish color) no scary at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have decided to get a six week old &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocalate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cocker spaniel&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All three kids are spending the night with me Saturday night, so I guess I'll have a puppy here also. Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which one would you choose?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-2288704446005086467?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2288704446005086467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=2288704446005086467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/2288704446005086467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/2288704446005086467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/checking-out-puppies.html' title='Leaping Lizards Bat Man'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8OqYBITjeI/AAAAAAAAABk/14Nz8JDcJcE/s72-c/cocker+spaniel+puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-8998682784095571738</id><published>2008-02-24T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:20:46.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergartener's are so funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8HS_xITjbI/AAAAAAAAABE/u7itHatbOVY/s1600-h/Jacob+at+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170645840159804850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8HS_xITjbI/AAAAAAAAABE/u7itHatbOVY/s320/Jacob+at+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jacob's dad &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kevin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ate lunch with him at school last Friday. While listening to the boys and girls talk he carefully kept a straight face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;'s friend, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Barnes&lt;/span&gt;, said he did &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; push ups &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; morning.  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not to be outdone,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;“That’s nothing. When I wake up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep, I do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;push-ups."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Barnes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;being clearly impressed said “Really.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;kinda did his head back and looked down his nose at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Barnes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;“Huh huh,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;while nodding his head and blinking real slow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;had to bite his tongue not to laugh out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I worked with four and five year olds for two years a long time ago. I loved everyday of it. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Now that my grandkids are at that age I love my life to pieces. I love to just sit a talk to them or especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen to them talk with each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So much fun. You NEVER know what is going to come out of their mouths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-8998682784095571738?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8998682784095571738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=8998682784095571738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/8998682784095571738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/8998682784095571738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/kindergarteners-are-so-funny.html' title='Kindergartener&apos;s are so funny'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8HS_xITjbI/AAAAAAAAABE/u7itHatbOVY/s72-c/Jacob+at+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-6922069897310775970</id><published>2008-02-23T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:48:07.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's my mother's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8D0qxITjZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9dgoeVQm2wI/s1600-h/MotherDaddy_1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170401387801185682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="351" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8D0qxITjZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9dgoeVQm2wI/s400/MotherDaddy_1939.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Daddy and Mother 1939&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today would have been my mothers &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;86th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She died five years ago last Novemeber at 80 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She had a massive stroke while on the phone with her Sunday School teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems just like yesterday that I got a phone call from my brother telling me to come to the hospital and it did not look good. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She never regain conciousness so no one got to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My mother was a special lady. And lady is what she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She was one of 10 children that grew up during the depression years. Well she didn't 'grow up' during the depression, she was born in 1922 so she was eight years old in 1929. I remember her singing the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'bugle boys'&lt;/span&gt; song and dancing the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;jitterbug&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mother was a character as a child, teenager and all the way up to her death. Everybody that knew her liked her. Enjoyed being around her. She was the fun of any gathering. Her favorite actor was Lucille Ball and she was a lot like her. She got into some serious/silly hair raising situations. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the time she was 12 she had fallen off of a railroad trestle and cracked her skull, been bitten by a rattlesnake and swallowed an open safety pin! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But she lived to be 80!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The first year after she died I had her five surviving sisters over for dinner. We really had a good time listening to the stories they told us that Mother never did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Like the time she had made a date with two boyfriends for the same night. She had planned to go out with the one that got there first, but they arrived at the same time. My grandmother was supposed to handle the situation, but instead she sat down and had a lively conversation of her own with them. Finally one of them left, it was not the one that became my dad, he waited the other one out. My aunt telling the story was the oldest of all the siblings and said it was very funny at the time. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;They regaled us with story after story of Mom and we all laughed till we cried.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She used to tell me when I did not call her often enough that I would wish I could call her someday and she was so right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My father died when I was only two years old and mother raised five children by herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She did a good job if I have to say so myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of us are born again christians.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All of us have been married to one partner (no divorces) and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we have all raised our children to follow Christ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My mother did such a good job that I really did not feel that I was deprived of a parent. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She was mother and father and did a great job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My twin sister called me this morning and we sang happy birthday to her. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We know she is in heaven singing with the saints and would not come back if she could!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We have no doubt we will see her again someday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-6922069897310775970?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6922069897310775970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=6922069897310775970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/6922069897310775970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/6922069897310775970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/todays-my-mothers-birthday.html' title='Today&apos;s my mother&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R8D0qxITjZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9dgoeVQm2wI/s72-c/MotherDaddy_1939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-940936433950310660</id><published>2008-02-21T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:22:31.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so cute'/><title type='text'>Such a sweet smile for MiMi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R75oIBITjWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/d9citvK8Exs/s1600-h/Caleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169683909219421538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R75oIBITjWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/d9citvK8Exs/s400/Caleb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was feeling sad today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and decided to do something about it. So I went over to see &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not feeling sad anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They were so surprised to see me. I picked Jacob up at school. I also took them a &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocolate cream filled donut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing like a little bribery is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just look at that face!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can I feel anything but good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It rained all day today. I love rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you Caleb so so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-940936433950310660?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/940936433950310660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=940936433950310660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/940936433950310660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/940936433950310660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Such a sweet smile for MiMi'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R75oIBITjWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/d9citvK8Exs/s72-c/Caleb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515101176430008479.post-9220738470831556925</id><published>2008-02-20T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:05:47.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally taking the plunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R70FjRITjVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/xqlhzzT3TM8/s1600-h/Easter+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169294050742996306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R70FjRITjVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/xqlhzzT3TM8/s320/Easter+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I finally decided to take the plunge and start me a blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I read others blogs all the time and have really found some good ones; and have wanted to start one for the longest time now. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here goes....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My blog will be mostly about my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;precious grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since they are the light of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The reason i get up in the mornings! And oh that is so hard for me to type grandchildren versus grandbabies. See my two oldest are now six already. They are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then there is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who is four and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who is five. Then there is my youngest and maybe my last grandbaby, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and he is two, so I can technically still call him a baby. But don't let him hear that, he thinks he is as old as the rest of them! And buddy he can keep up with them in a heartbeat too!&lt;/span&gt; He is tough as they come. Gives the phrase &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'All Boy'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a new meaning. Blonde &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue-eyed&lt;/span&gt; angel. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can ya tell he tugs my heartstrings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are brothers and sister. They belong to my daughter &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; belong to my son &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt; and are both adopted from Kazakstan (sp I can never remember how to spell that). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt; and her whole family has had the flu, and yes they had their flu shot. I got it from them too. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has had it really bad. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said she wasn't going to get it, but she did. I think she is so smart that &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;she knew if she waited long enough before she came down with it she would get more attention and not have to share that attention with the boys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is a very smart girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She can count all the way to a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'mousand'&lt;/span&gt; and that is a lot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am retired now for going on three years from civil service.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That is I worked for the government for almost 20 years. &lt;/span&gt;I love staying home and being able to go see my grands, three of which live within 30 minutes of me :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight had the most beautiful lunar eclipse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wish I had a better camera to take a picture of it with. As it is I have a black picture with a large blurred reddish white dot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have at least a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mousand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pictures of the grands&lt;/span&gt; that I want to start seriously scrapbooking. I want to learn how to do it online too. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have joined SIStv and hope to get over there and take some of their classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 41:10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515101176430008479-9220738470831556925?l=mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9220738470831556925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515101176430008479&amp;postID=9220738470831556925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/9220738470831556925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515101176430008479/posts/default/9220738470831556925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistasteofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-taking-plunge.html' title='Finally taking the plunge'/><author><name>mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635903947576804378</uri><email>mimi2jko@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13526207748326300232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZJPi2ietiU/R70FjRITjVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/xqlhzzT3TM8/s72-c/Easter+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>