<?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-27541022</id><updated>2026-01-01T13:45:11.775-06:00</updated><category term="Recipe"/><category term="Aunt Janet’s Famous Sayings"/><category term="Money Savings"/><category term="family"/><category term="Gardening"/><category term="Hope"/><category term="Money Making Tip"/><category term="Free Stuff"/><category term="Time Savings"/><category term="Goals"/><category term="pets"/><category term="Stress"/><category term="Success"/><category term="Happiness"/><category term="Loss"/><category term="Faith"/><category term="Selling"/><category term="Crafts"/><category term="Debt"/><category term="Grandpa&#39;s Stories"/><category term="Interesting Information"/><category term="Books"/><category term="Grandpa&#39;s Sayings"/><category term="Preserving the Harvest"/><category term="Responsibility"/><category term="Songs"/><category term="Canning"/><category term="Communication"/><category term="Friendship"/><category term="Beauty Tip"/><category term="Comfort Zone"/><category term="Community"/><category term="Coupons"/><category term="Free Downloads"/><category term="Greeting Cards"/><category term="Homekeeping"/><category term="Simplify"/><category term="Trust"/><title type='text'>Aunt Janet&#39;s Striving for the Simple Life</title><subtitle type='html'>My search for the simple life - simplifying my life, my finances, my home, my work...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-5463701364644583547</id><published>2014-05-20T21:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-05-20T21:51:37.617-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grandpa&#39;s Stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe"/><title type='text'>Grandpa&#39;s Famous Sayings</title><summary type="text">
Who died and left you boss?

George Engel&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/5463701364644583547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2014/05/grandpas-famous-sayings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/5463701364644583547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/5463701364644583547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2014/05/grandpas-famous-sayings.html' title='Grandpa&#39;s Famous Sayings'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-6042687827605938128</id><published>2014-05-03T23:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-05-03T23:21:28.707-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gardening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Selling"/><title type='text'>Garden Signs</title><summary type="text">


I spent the last week and a half painting these signs in the hopes of making some extra money at Kicks on 66.&amp;nbsp; I had so much fun painting them, and found out that I really did get my mom&#39;s creative gene.

My mom has a lot right off of the old Route 66, so I decided I could save money,&amp;nbsp;and set up my &quot;booth&quot; on my mom&#39;s lot.&amp;nbsp; What the heck - it&#39;s down the street from where the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/6042687827605938128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2014/05/garden-signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/6042687827605938128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/6042687827605938128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2014/05/garden-signs.html' title='Garden Signs'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTno-qaXHfaN15SieUaChwKqbPCoRl6llhGUgBZV08vNYdzqucv831-8fQv1jdrJ61k_1B8rljXb0xiTTJ_av7uEx8Az8x5ujwfPi3R7zsK7dbv8OpjUYUPoOc1_vtWCOAHlo/s72-c/Phone1+-+52014+173.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-532909522022587553</id><published>2014-04-27T22:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-05-03T23:22:26.768-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><title type='text'>Family</title><summary type="text">
Friends will come and go, but family is forever.

﻿

George&amp;nbsp;Engel aka &quot;Dad&quot; &quot;Unk&quot;

&amp;nbsp;

Dedicated to&amp;nbsp;Aunt Judy﻿ who likes my blog and the rest of&amp;nbsp;my family

&amp;nbsp;

Family is&amp;nbsp;made up of a&amp;nbsp;composite of individuals, all connected by a common link - being together either by birth or marriage.&amp;nbsp; The Google definition is &quot;all the descendants of a common ancestor&quot;.&amp;nbsp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/532909522022587553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2014/04/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/532909522022587553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/532909522022587553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2014/04/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-5969525750745142391</id><published>2014-01-30T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2014-05-03T23:23:37.165-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grandpa&#39;s Sayings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Money Savings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe"/><title type='text'>Chance to Be Better</title><summary type="text">
Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.


Albert Camus

&amp;nbsp;

In many ways, I feel chained by my problems. ﻿I will be released&amp;nbsp;from these burdens&amp;nbsp;this year - whether positively or negatively yet to be determined.&amp;nbsp; Either way, the weight will be gone.

&amp;nbsp;

The weight of things out of my control causing a snowball effect until the snowball was as big as a giant mountain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/5969525750745142391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2014/01/chance-to-be-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/5969525750745142391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/5969525750745142391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2014/01/chance-to-be-better.html' title='Chance to Be Better'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-8237761252985716148</id><published>2013-09-16T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-09-16T22:46:15.813-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aunt Janet’s Famous Sayings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe"/><title type='text'>Small Town</title><summary type="text">

I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be

John Mellencamp

I wasn&#39;t born here, didn&#39;t go to
grade school here, but this is my hometown.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a small town.



A couple of years back, you used
to know everyone in town.&amp;nbsp; Never could get away with anything without your
parents finding out because of the eyes and ears all over town.&amp;nbsp; Yes,
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/8237761252985716148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/09/i-can-be-myself-here-in-this-small-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/8237761252985716148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/8237761252985716148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/09/i-can-be-myself-here-in-this-small-town.html' title='Small Town'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-3718301301838823712</id><published>2013-09-15T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-09-16T21:35:09.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">
If there&#39;s a road I should walk,&amp;nbsp;

Help me find it.

Sidewalk Prophets








There are times in our lives that don&#39;t make sense. &amp;nbsp;That no matter what we do, nothing seems to turn out the way we want them to - the way we think is the best way. &amp;nbsp;We thought we had it under control, we were doing what was right, we were being giving and patient, and it all blows up in our face.



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/3718301301838823712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/09/if-theres-road-i-should-walk-help-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3718301301838823712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3718301301838823712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/09/if-theres-road-i-should-walk-help-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-3115774924603579983</id><published>2013-09-02T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-09-02T09:29:22.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Them Anyway</title><summary type="text">
People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.


&amp;nbsp;Love them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.&amp;nbsp;Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and true enemies.&amp;nbsp;Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;Be good anyway.
Honesty and frankness will make you vulnerable.&amp;nbsp;Be honest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/3115774924603579983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/09/love-them-anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3115774924603579983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3115774924603579983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/09/love-them-anyway.html' title='Love Them Anyway'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-2901412129685286548</id><published>2013-08-18T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2024-06-23T18:09:51.330-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Canning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gardening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Preserving the Harvest"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe"/><title type='text'>Refrigerator Dill Pickles - Revised Recipe</title><summary type="text">
  Recalling the pleasures of growing and gathering foods and preparing them
      with care, of relishing the changing seasons ... was her way of preserving
      an important part of American life and sharing its rewards with
      others.


  Judith Jones



  We have been searching for a good dill pickle for years. Finally, last year, I
  stumbled on one, but they were too salty. So, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/2901412129685286548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/08/refrigerator-dill-pickles-revised-recipe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/2901412129685286548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/2901412129685286548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/08/refrigerator-dill-pickles-revised-recipe.html' title='Refrigerator Dill Pickles - Revised Recipe'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wE12QNv8-995HibQ6hca3Qoqm7X8GSBR13GBeVm7OaFGNO4kFwNT4Fr1pnrgBaZ_f_ZEiACwXI7BTWnxIYGLOeLl5ZJmj8zFaRh86NJ7XUwDebSgalfhAcXxrMhyphenhyphenTy1luvOQ/s72-c/pickle1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-2350700949409495574</id><published>2013-08-10T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-08-10T23:11:40.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/2350700949409495574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/2350700949409495574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/2350700949409495574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWalP5laZgeBQlhB__eEt44pUw2AMZNXAbX-8qBZtxXbLNlT9ko5JZMjZHlCV0_Wb7EhqxDQpEpoyikaEFB71DT7eqrKgFlDSH636F7j0iQvUqiH1_xKQAeyjSfd2fENSzmEoc/s72-c/shout.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-1037349399979162620</id><published>2013-07-24T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-07-30T21:45:56.507-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Preserving the Harvest"/><title type='text'>Canning Tomato Sauce</title><summary type="text">
Canning tomatoes are like summer saved
all that deep sun kissed flavor
ready to enjoy.

Better Homes and Gardens




Tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes.&amp;nbsp; Everywhere I turn, tomatoes.&amp;nbsp; They are ripening on the vine as I type, beckoning me to go harvest, prepare, and savor their taste.&amp;nbsp; And, thus, I can, capturing the moment in a little canning jar.

Canning
(Canning tomatoes, revisited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/1037349399979162620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/07/canning-tomato-sauce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/1037349399979162620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/1037349399979162620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/07/canning-tomato-sauce.html' title='Canning Tomato Sauce'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWFvWKq8mcfhxynTKENOgYCjIUA_dBhXuLZrhVaSRslWwOjnc_KGjk2UePLhP6Nz4LbGCyXkmul6JUkRiXgn4nqX6aqyVmf_InbdlE-yxDRscCbp6UPlKSw8aZX8ph_zyF9oNx/s72-c/PICT0127.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-3935629899953342997</id><published>2013-07-22T22:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-07-22T22:38:59.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guaranteed Laugh</title><summary type="text">

Tonight, while watching TV, Uncle Todd asked me where I got
these cookies.&amp;nbsp; Cookies?&amp;nbsp; I looked over and saw our four-legged girls, Maggie
and Abbie, sitting next to him with their tails going 240. Uncle Todd was
happily munching away at a cookie, paper bag on his lap, muttering “These are
good.”&amp;nbsp; I started to hysterically laugh,
tears running down my face, and I told him.


I had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/3935629899953342997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/07/guaranteed-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3935629899953342997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3935629899953342997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/07/guaranteed-laugh.html' title='Guaranteed Laugh'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-3967667312991436025</id><published>2013-05-22T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-22T22:18:25.878-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stress"/><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">
Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its troubles

It empties today of its strength.

Mary Engelbreit

For several years, I have been endlessly trying to live by the Bible quote - &quot;Be still and know that I am God&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Endlessly because it is something I need to do everyday.&amp;nbsp; Trying because I have to consciously&amp;nbsp;work at it&amp;nbsp;to prevent myself from going into a deep spiral of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/3967667312991436025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/05/worrying-does-not-empty-tomorrow-of-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3967667312991436025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3967667312991436025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/05/worrying-does-not-empty-tomorrow-of-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-9209386561191929909</id><published>2013-05-11T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-11T09:28:04.424-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aunt Janet’s Famous Sayings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beauty Tip"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals"/><title type='text'>Education</title><summary type="text">The main part of intellectual education is not the acquisition of facts but learning how to make facts live.

Oliver Wendell Holmes



A college education is a gift that you give yourself.&amp;nbsp; Nothing can take away the knowledge that you worked so hard to gain.&amp;nbsp; It becomes a part of you and shapes you into the person you will become.&amp;nbsp; You alone can earn it - it is your accomplishment!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/9209386561191929909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-main-part-of-intellectual-education.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/9209386561191929909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/9209386561191929909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-main-part-of-intellectual-education.html' title='Education'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-4706600986795638516</id><published>2013-01-01T09:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T09:48:40.425-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grandpa&#39;s Sayings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe"/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type="text">
“There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.”  


C.S. Lewis

Goodbye 2012 - Hello 2013!&amp;nbsp; 

It&#39;s faith and hope that fortify my days - the strength to tackle life&#39;s many challenges, for challenges strengthen us.&amp;nbsp; Without challenges, there are no rewards.

May you be challenged and rewarded inexhaustibly in 2013!


My Challenges for 2013

Post to blog.&amp;nbsp; (I&#39;m </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/4706600986795638516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/4706600986795638516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/4706600986795638516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2013/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-2400644068176639151</id><published>2011-12-05T21:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:51:12.018-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Information"/><title type='text'>Saint Nicholas</title><summary type="text">Saint Nicholas Poem 

Holy Bishop St. Nicholas lived farawayNear the Aegean Sea is where Turkey did lay.Travel back with us now to a time long ago.We will visit his country, his life we will know.
We remember this saint, such a holy, good man.Be like him in charity, do all that you can.Many miracles Nicholas hastened to do,Helping people in need with gifts that were new.
Bishop Nicholas traveled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/2400644068176639151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/12/saint-nicholas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/2400644068176639151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/2400644068176639151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/12/saint-nicholas.html' title='Saint Nicholas'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuGgW-Snwchq2cZGXOikKSh3JLbaCRLJKddVdsxEW-6XXAVCuGVP5TPZJxxjwQiYCRpbHgWo_eDLL-4syj8OzELk_s3gEMV9zltb0XBbuYhfaWUVYGGWhcZxJCoBB_WnBIkd5/s72-c/stnick.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-5342657887451785026</id><published>2011-11-22T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:51:58.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranberry Relish</title><summary type="text">There, too, I admired, though I did not gather, the cranberries, small waxen gems, pendants of the meadow grass, pearly and red, which the farmer plucks with an ugly rake, leaving the smooth meadow in a snarl, heedlessly measuring them by the bushel and the dollar only, and sells the spoils of the meads to Boston and New York; destined to be jammed, to satisfy the tastes of lovers of Nature </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/5342657887451785026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/11/cranberry-relish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/5342657887451785026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/5342657887451785026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/11/cranberry-relish.html' title='Cranberry Relish'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxp_r5lp0FylEJkFly4oQlkY5L_VBFKU0qFhwp9mRnpc73ZIQg56aKrrVUJedq-xRt7TAhD6uAHSkJmVrBTyp9NVTRE5IaSshFAwtjYqLgrR7j6auj4rAhWtmFZl4OiPdoPl0s/s72-c/hist_harvesting.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-2752154828676428346</id><published>2011-07-31T01:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T01:51:39.561-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Loss"/><title type='text'>Help to Carry On</title><summary type="text">Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there&#39;s always tomorrow

Lean on me, when you&#39;re not strong
And I&#39;ll be your friend
I&#39;ll help you carry on
For it won&#39;t be long
&#39;Til I&#39;m gonna need
Somebody to lean on

Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill those of your needs
That you don&#39;t let show

Lean on me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/2752154828676428346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/07/help-to-carry-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/2752154828676428346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/2752154828676428346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/07/help-to-carry-on.html' title='Help to Carry On'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/HaVXfHZv50Y/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-6076320365959618213</id><published>2011-07-06T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:42:30.098-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><title type='text'>Fable of the Porcupine</title><summary type="text">I received this in an email, and the parable is so worth sharing!&amp;nbsp; But have you ever seen a baby porcupine?!&amp;nbsp; I would pass it along just for this! 





Fable of the porcupine 

It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold. The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep warm. This way they covered and protected themselves; but the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/6076320365959618213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/07/fable-of-porcupine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/6076320365959618213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/6076320365959618213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/07/fable-of-porcupine.html' title='Fable of the Porcupine'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj4V8tC0IcQf-5OYKS0PQp6hd6HAzjBIudq1_QVedMwtzW4HgSd_y7nbAh5YwoccV50u-2VwgDHaGbFGbAkqfYAzKreBgt4lh3u20Vg3pqLOv-PQlr_eyQC9fBugvWLbpDvAPo/s72-c/ATT00004.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-9120473856595646849</id><published>2011-07-05T22:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:46:04.563-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gardening"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe"/><title type='text'>Dirty Hands and Pineapple Sorbet</title><summary type="text">Dirty hands, iced tea, garden fragrances thick in the air and a blanket of color before me, who could ask for more?Bev Adams, Mountain Gardening
Not me.&amp;nbsp; I love getting&amp;nbsp;dirt under my nails, sipping a tall cold glass of iced tea, walking past lemon balm, mint, or lavender and getting a whiff of their abundant fragrance.&amp;nbsp; I love summer!

I have never found a pair of gloves that work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/9120473856595646849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/07/dirty-hands-and-pineapple-sorbet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/9120473856595646849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/9120473856595646849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/07/dirty-hands-and-pineapple-sorbet.html' title='Dirty Hands and Pineapple Sorbet'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25p_LmJtEGfedhCHJeZYPRaySOnLh1Jmrnq6MlyfsCfJcdFBi0mepxkXMztP5WCSArIp09kk7zeHx4dcn9sE03gQ8v8WtXbVlqLU_vFp262Zl73KZx4hSRJYTFWVj_NfdqGt0/s72-c/chives.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-3918006546321931825</id><published>2011-06-22T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:47:43.760-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crafts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Money Making Tip"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe"/><title type='text'>Strawberry Ice Recipe</title><summary type="text">Strawberries are the angels of the earth,
innocent and sweet with green leafy wings reaching heavenward.Terri Guillemets
My strawberry season is coming to an end.&amp;nbsp; We have made strawberry jam and strawberry ice.&amp;nbsp; The season is ending too soon, and there is definitely not enough strawberry ice.&amp;nbsp; I have become addicted to this delicious, easy-to-make delicacy.&amp;nbsp; I call it a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/3918006546321931825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/06/strawberry-ice-recipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3918006546321931825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3918006546321931825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/06/strawberry-ice-recipe.html' title='Strawberry Ice Recipe'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-873129975941178368</id><published>2011-06-10T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:46:45.540-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe"/><title type='text'>Is Your Grass Green?</title><summary type="text">If the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, it&#39;s because they take better care of it.Cecil Selig
If only.&amp;nbsp; If only I had more money, if only my husband was more attentive, if only my life went according to plan, then my life would be wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t think so.

God gave you life choices, and&amp;nbsp;you can go&amp;nbsp;wherever&amp;nbsp;you want. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/873129975941178368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-your-grass-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/873129975941178368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/873129975941178368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-your-grass-green.html' title='Is Your Grass Green?'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-8201488629641089078</id><published>2011-05-24T23:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T13:17:18.505-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Loss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Selling"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Songs"/><title type='text'>Children - Be Kind to Your Parents</title><summary type="text">Be kind to your parents Though they don&#39;t deserve it.&amp;nbsp; Remember that grown ups Is a difficult stage of life They&#39;re apt to be nervous And over excited Confused by their daily storm and strife.&amp;nbsp; So keep in mind though it seems hard I know.&amp;nbsp; Parents were children long ago. Incredible!!&amp;nbsp; So treat them with patience and kind understanding.&amp;nbsp; Despite of all the foolish things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/8201488629641089078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/05/children-be-kind-to-your-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/8201488629641089078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/8201488629641089078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/05/children-be-kind-to-your-parents.html' title='Children - Be Kind to Your Parents'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-7188664751580512324</id><published>2011-05-06T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:44:38.923-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aunt Janet’s Famous Sayings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Money Savings"/><title type='text'>Consequences</title><summary type="text">Always listen to your elder&#39;s advice,not because they are always right, but because they have more experience at being wrong.Author Unknown
We learn from our experiences.&amp;nbsp; We also learn from the experience of others.&amp;nbsp; When we see our young making a wrong move, we try to reach out and give&amp;nbsp;advice.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it is taken.&amp;nbsp; Other times we are told to let them make their own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/7188664751580512324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/05/consequences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/7188664751580512324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/7188664751580512324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/05/consequences.html' title='Consequences'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-6204210864187922557</id><published>2011-04-30T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:43:08.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity Prayer</title><summary type="text">God grant me 
the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the Courage to change the things I can,
and the Wisdom to know the difference; 

Living one day at a time; 
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace;
Taking, as Jesus did, this sinful world as it is,
not as I would have it: 

Trusting that you will make all things right
if I surrender to your will;
that I may be reasonably happy in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/6204210864187922557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/04/serenity-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/6204210864187922557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/6204210864187922557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/04/serenity-prayer.html' title='Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27541022.post-3668485523046038531</id><published>2011-01-05T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:03:54.476-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grandpa&#39;s Sayings"/><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">For last year&#39;s words belong to last year&#39;s language
And next year&#39;s words await another voice
And to make an end is to make a beginning.~T.S. Eliot, &quot;Little Gidding&quot;
Without thinking, I searched for a quote for today.&amp;nbsp; I didn&#39;t realize that I picked the same quote from my previous post until after I began working on this post.&amp;nbsp; Coincidence or is there something that draws me to explore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/feeds/3668485523046038531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-last-years-words-belong-to-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3668485523046038531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27541022/posts/default/3668485523046038531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjanets.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-last-years-words-belong-to-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Aunt Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01315517910773412595</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>