<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7356319643795347264</id><updated>2024-10-06T20:04:15.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie B&#39;s Buzz</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life As It Is</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbray411.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356319643795347264/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbray411.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356319643795347264.post-3746405270580189708</id><published>2013-11-19T22:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-20T22:15:23.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
With the Thanksgiving Holiday nipping at our heels I have been mindful these last few days of how thankful I am for the life God has laid out before me. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not been an easy life by any stretch of the imagination, however it&#39;s a life filled with grace and the love of my family and friends. &amp;nbsp;Terry and I will be married 27 years in January. &amp;nbsp;He still spoils me and I still let him. &amp;nbsp;We have our kids, grand kids and now a great grandchild. &amp;nbsp;With that how can I not be thankful. &lt;br /&gt;
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This year Terry and I are doing Thanksgiving differently than we have in years. &amp;nbsp;We are going to have Thanksgiving with Teddy, Elizabeth and Cassidy and Teddy is doing the cooking. &amp;nbsp;We are excited to do things a little differently this year. &amp;nbsp;And I don&#39;t have to cook it. &amp;nbsp;It will be a test to see if I can stay out of the way of the chef. &amp;nbsp;We taught our kids to cook. &amp;nbsp; Now we reap the rewards of those lessons taught so long ago. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am mindful of all that I have to be thankful for and when I think about it I can&#39;t help but feel blessed.&lt;/div&gt;
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We had a very busy weekend. &amp;nbsp;Our son Rick that lives in Canada was here for a church convention and his mother planned a surprise 40th birthday party for him at his favorite Mexican restaurant. &amp;nbsp;We had such a good time getting to visit with Rick, Vonnie, Connor and Carson, and our grandson Trent and Lauren were there and Seth and his girlfriend Savannah were there. &amp;nbsp;I had never met Savannah. &amp;nbsp;She is such a doll. &amp;nbsp;We had the opportunity to visit with our family and friends all together in one place. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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As I sat there looking around the room I was reminded how important family time is. &amp;nbsp;Today Teddy and Cassidy were down from Sacramento and they are staying the night. &amp;nbsp;Kenny and Lisa, Grant and Little B were here so when we are lucky enough to get us all together I like to cook something special. I made chicken and dumplings. &amp;nbsp;When I make chicken and dumplings it is quite the ordeal because when I make them the boys, Kenny, Teddy and Terry like to eat until they can&#39;t eat anymore. &amp;nbsp;So I make my chicken stock with chicken, celery, carrots and onions. &amp;nbsp;I simmer it for a good long time and when I am ready to make the dumplings I have to pour the stock into my big electric roasting pan because I have to make so many dumpling that&#39;s the only way they will all fit. &amp;nbsp;I quadruple my recipe and it&#39;s just the right amount to fill the surface of the stock. &amp;nbsp;Then 15 minutes later we have chicken and dumplings.&lt;/div&gt;
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The most favorite part of a dinner like this is seeing my kids, daughter-in-laws and grand kids all sitting around the table talking, being silly and enjoying each other. &amp;nbsp;I can just sit back and drink it in. &amp;nbsp;Having them all together just makes me feel so good. &amp;nbsp;Laughing, joking, talking about what&#39;s going on in their lives. &amp;nbsp;No better feeling for me. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m glad Teddy and Kenny have continued the tradition of having meals at the dinner table several nights a week with their families. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s what kept of close and grounded when they were growing up. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s still important to me that Terry and I eat dinner at the table. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not every night like it was when the kids were young but we do put forth the effort to disconnect everything in order to connect over dinner a few nights a week. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday dinner is a tradition that I look forward to each and every Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I was a kid time seemed to go so slow. &amp;nbsp;I remember that I couldn&#39;t wait to turn sixteen so I could drive. &amp;nbsp;I couldn&#39;t wait to turn eighteen so I could vote. &amp;nbsp;I couldn&#39;t wait to turn twenty-one so I could purchase alcohol and go to bars (even though I didn&#39;t drink). &amp;nbsp;So fast forward, here I am at 54 wondering where exactly did the time go?&lt;/div&gt;
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I noticed before Halloween this year there were Christmas decorations out and holiday commercials on television. &amp;nbsp;It seems to me that the time between being inundated by the media in relation to holidays grows shorter and shorter. &amp;nbsp;Here we are are in the second week of November with Thanksgiving right around the corner and Christmas nipping at our heels. &amp;nbsp;This year the holidays have snuck up on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our kids all have their own lives and commitments and places they have to go on holidays. &amp;nbsp;As our families are blended we have always been the parents who don&#39;t pressure our kids to be with us on the actual date of the holiday. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not about the date of holiday. &amp;nbsp;For me it has always been about family and being able to be together. &amp;nbsp;So, celebrating Thanksgiving a few days after the fact has never been an issue. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For many years we had Thanksgiving dinner with my in-laws. &amp;nbsp;As the years went by and they grew older Terry and I hosted Thanksgiving dinner. &amp;nbsp;After my father-in-law passed away Thanksgiving wasn&#39;t the same anymore. &amp;nbsp;The family splintered and now each one does their own thing. &amp;nbsp;I miss being together. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t care about the date on the calendar. &amp;nbsp;I care about family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So as the hustle and bustle settles over us heading towards the holidays I will remind myself to take a deep breath and enjoy being with my husband and family and thankful for the time we have together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s funny how our priorities change as we get older. &amp;nbsp;Every minute I have with my children and grandchildren I want time to stand still. &amp;nbsp;I make a conscious effort to not sweat the small stuff and making the most of &amp;nbsp;my time. &amp;nbsp;I have learned that time is a fleeting thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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