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rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>464</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AuntJosCorner" /><feedburner:info uri="auntjoscorner" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkENQX0_fSp7ImA9WxNSF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-5997790244753200930</id><published>2009-08-31T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:31:30.345-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-31T20:31:30.345-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blathering" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading" /><title>Here I am</title><content type="html">Can you believe it's almost September? Time flies when you're working and having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my job. There's been a very small learning curve and I think I've mastered it. I can't really talk about where I work, but let's just say it's interesting and I had forgotten what a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt; it was to work with a bunch of women. The pleasure part, that's totally a joke. There's lots of gossip, dirty looks at various persons, and whispers behind the hand. I think we might need spankings and timeouts. Classes in how to treat the public are also needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a full week for the girl there the longest to get the pecking order worked out. She's not happy with the order, but she started it, not me. I'm an old fart and won't be walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done any crafting lately. At most, I get home from work and do as little as possible before bedtime. I have been reading, but then again, I'm always reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is doing well. At least that's what she tells me. I don't get to see her much, but do try to check on her everyday. She goes for her checkup next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing well and I hope to catch up on everybody very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-5997790244753200930?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=5997790244753200930&amp;isPopup=true" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/5997790244753200930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/5997790244753200930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-i-am.html" title="Here I am" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHSHwyfip7ImA9WxNTEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-551553250441620709</id><published>2009-08-14T15:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:02:19.296-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-14T16:02:19.296-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fishing" /><title>Have a fit and fall in it</title><content type="html">My ISP has been an OOPS lately. I hope they're truly fixed this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH took the local nephew fishing last Saturday and this is what the kiddo caught.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SoXO5w5QAuI/AAAAAAAADdc/rGey_F9wWNg/s1600-h/bluecat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SoXO5w5QAuI/AAAAAAAADdc/rGey_F9wWNg/s320/bluecat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369925622482076386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A whopping 10 pound Bluecat. The boy said this fish tasted better than any he's ever had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's home and recovering nicely. She had a doctor's appointment to get her staples out yesterday and the doc was pleased with her knee and her progress. Now she starts physical therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey moves the kittens daily it seems. She brings them around to eat and may or may not leave them overnight. She's beginning to wean them. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SoXQSnzyqVI/AAAAAAAADd0/D_bMeYLItg0/s1600-h/100_3898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SoXQSnzyqVI/AAAAAAAADd0/D_bMeYLItg0/s320/100_3898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369927149051619666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SoXQSMhXvRI/AAAAAAAADds/CFY9pnjiPvQ/s1600-h/100_3896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SoXQSMhXvRI/AAAAAAAADds/CFY9pnjiPvQ/s320/100_3896.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369927141726600466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SoXQR_jrX2I/AAAAAAAADdk/2Ipx3Egvor4/s1600-h/100_3895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SoXQR_jrX2I/AAAAAAAADdk/2Ipx3Egvor4/s320/100_3895.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369927138246614882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We enjoy them when they're here. Never ending entertainment out of those three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the best news of all. After 8 months and innumerable job applications, (squeeee!) I finally got a job. I start Monday and I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-551553250441620709?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=551553250441620709&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/551553250441620709?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/551553250441620709?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-fit-and-fall-in-it.html" title="Have a fit and fall in it" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SoXO5w5QAuI/AAAAAAAADdc/rGey_F9wWNg/s72-c/bluecat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INQno_fCp7ImA9WxJaFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-6310053771195098497</id><published>2009-08-06T16:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:53:13.444-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-06T16:53:13.444-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="canning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="house" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Easy Come, Easy Go</title><content type="html">Would you believe that this mess was actually put away earlier today? Then I decided to make jam and clean out the fridge.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SntPHGI9EHI/AAAAAAAADdM/eLFhkH5SlGU/s1600-h/100_3880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SntPHGI9EHI/AAAAAAAADdM/eLFhkH5SlGU/s320/100_3880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366970364267925618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey moved the kittens. Mr. Fuzz was acting ugly so I don't blame her, but I do miss them. Easy come, easy go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom update. Here's a picture of the back of her little legs. She's going to kill me, but I'll take it. Notice how much straighter the leg on the right is. It was as bowed as the left leg. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SntPG4GubJI/AAAAAAAADdE/IkGRERPVZBY/s1600-h/100_3874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SntPG4GubJI/AAAAAAAADdE/IkGRERPVZBY/s320/100_3874.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366970360500481170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today her bruises have started showing up. Poor thing. The side of her knee is black and blue. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SntPGjnDwmI/AAAAAAAADc8/utFbyAhzfTI/s1600-h/100_3878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SntPGjnDwmI/AAAAAAAADc8/utFbyAhzfTI/s320/100_3878.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366970354998952546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I take pictures so she can see what I'm talking about when I tell her her knee pits are purple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not having a good day. She got too hot sitting on the patio yesterday and was sick last evening. She's been laying down more today and hopefully she'll feel better soon. As for walking, she's moving right along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go work on a new header and see about getting July out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-6310053771195098497?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=6310053771195098497&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/6310053771195098497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/6310053771195098497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/easy-come-easy-go.html" title="Easy Come, Easy Go" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SntPHGI9EHI/AAAAAAAADdM/eLFhkH5SlGU/s72-c/100_3880.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGQ3czeyp7ImA9WxJaFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-460659011196508126</id><published>2009-08-05T15:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:20:22.983-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-05T15:20:22.983-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Mom update</title><content type="html">Mom had her knee surgery on 8/3 and came through it with flying colors. She did so well in fact that the doctor sent her home yesterday (8/4). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's making a million miles up and down my hallway and doing really well. I'm sure I'm smothering her, but soon she can go home and I'll be around if she needs me and not doing so much hovering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a fabulous Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-460659011196508126?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=460659011196508126&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/460659011196508126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/460659011196508126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/mom-update.html" title="Mom update" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04BRHo4fCp7ImA9WxJaEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-3155680923131264714</id><published>2009-08-01T16:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:25:55.434-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-01T16:25:55.434-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bag" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sewing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Cats and a bag</title><content type="html">Thank you for the kind words regarding Tucker. The backyard seems very empty. Onward and upward. It's better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, these little kitties are endless entertainment right now. This kitten is being adopted by my mom. She's named him Frady. It's funny because he's the most adventurous and not frady-cat of the whole bunch. Cute name though. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnSwM3hsqiI/AAAAAAAADc0/1pzmaABVTgc/s1600-h/100_3869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnSwM3hsqiI/AAAAAAAADc0/1pzmaABVTgc/s320/100_3869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365106791215311394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two are a little more timid and hang out close to Honey or hide behind the dog house. DH named the little tabby Stripes. That's his favorite of the three. The other one is Grumpy. He's got an attitude and it's not a pleasant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnSwMylrodI/AAAAAAAADcs/XswwnW1qj_8/s1600-h/100_3867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnSwMylrodI/AAAAAAAADcs/XswwnW1qj_8/s320/100_3867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365106789889843666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom's first knee surgery is Monday. I can't believe it's so close to time. Here's her snazzy red walker fitted out with a walker bag. You know a girl has to have a way to carry her Diet Dr. Pepper, book, and grabber thing. Now she can do it in style. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnSwMg2q7cI/AAAAAAAADck/k25qDSwFxoA/s1600-h/100_3864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnSwMg2q7cI/AAAAAAAADck/k25qDSwFxoA/s320/100_3864.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365106785129262530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has two outside pockets and is big on the inside. The straps are outfitted with snaps. Super easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now. I hope everyone is having a wonderful Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-3155680923131264714?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=3155680923131264714&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/3155680923131264714?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/3155680923131264714?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/cats-and-bag.html" title="Cats and a bag" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnSwM3hsqiI/AAAAAAAADc0/1pzmaABVTgc/s72-c/100_3869.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGRX0yfip7ImA9WxJaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-8170757133594725191</id><published>2009-07-31T18:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:47:04.396-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-31T18:47:04.396-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog" /><title>Goodbye</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnOA36h5GfI/AAAAAAAADcc/TwLfEx-644E/s1600-h/100_3861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnOA36h5GfI/AAAAAAAADcc/TwLfEx-644E/s320/100_3861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364773279220963826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Tucker, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You came into our hearts when you were 15 weeks old, all floppy ears and big feet. You chewed through more water hoses and chair cushions than any puppy I'd ever known. You've been with us through thick and thin and across three states. For 13 years you've made me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Today, you made me cry. I'm so sorry I couldn't make you better and ease your pain. I did the only thing I knew to do and that was to let you go. You've been a good dog Tucker, but it was time to say goodbye. You'll always hold a special place in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;   Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-8170757133594725191?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=8170757133594725191&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/8170757133594725191?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/8170757133594725191?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye.html" title="Goodbye" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnOA36h5GfI/AAAAAAAADcc/TwLfEx-644E/s72-c/100_3861.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIARHo-fCp7ImA9WxJaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-4365713129898630739</id><published>2009-07-31T07:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:49:05.454-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-31T07:49:05.454-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><title>Sure I'll feed your family</title><content type="html">Remember back on July 9th I talked about &lt;a href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-backdoor.html"&gt;Mr. Fuzz&lt;/a&gt; bringing home a friend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been feeding her and she hangs around most of the day in one place or another in the backyard.I named her Honey because when I go out the door and she's there, I'll say "Are you ready to eat, Honey.".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnLm4QrC_dI/AAAAAAAADcU/QXjuYSnX7XA/s1600-h/100_3857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnLm4QrC_dI/AAAAAAAADcU/QXjuYSnX7XA/s320/100_3857.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364603960374263250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what we found this morning? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnLm4K4a3SI/AAAAAAAADcM/sTMkzQNL92g/s1600-h/100_3859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnLm4K4a3SI/AAAAAAAADcM/sTMkzQNL92g/s320/100_3859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364603958819740962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnLm35XATFI/AAAAAAAADcE/h2Oh2mRnSUI/s1600-h/100_3858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnLm35XATFI/AAAAAAAADcE/h2Oh2mRnSUI/s320/100_3858.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364603954116185170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three, count them, three little bundles of hissing claws. Really only one is hissy. That would be the one with black on its nose. The other two are little sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during the night Honey moved her family into the backyard behind the compost bin and grill. I hope she leaves them there or moves them to the window well. Either way, they're welcome here and the cat food will be out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-4365713129898630739?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=4365713129898630739&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4365713129898630739?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4365713129898630739?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/sure-ill-feed-your-family.html" title="Sure I'll feed your family" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnLm4QrC_dI/AAAAAAAADcU/QXjuYSnX7XA/s72-c/100_3857.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYCR3s8eCp7ImA9WxJbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-1273925569768771242</id><published>2009-07-29T16:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:32:46.570-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-29T16:32:46.570-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adventure" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blathering" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Wacky Wednesday</title><content type="html">Sorry that Retail Tuesday didn't happen. We got a very exciting phone call and were thrown into a tail-spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story. This boy and girl met just over a year ago and started dating.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnC9dfVZSMI/AAAAAAAADb8/5Cbr4RX3OtQ/s1600-h/Justin+and+amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnC9dfVZSMI/AAAAAAAADb8/5Cbr4RX3OtQ/s320/Justin+and+amy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363995470523353282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They decided to go on vacation to San Antonio and while there visited the Tower of the Americas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnC9dNkNzwI/AAAAAAAADb0/53qQMHa5QGw/s1600-h/tower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnC9dNkNzwI/AAAAAAAADb0/53qQMHa5QGw/s320/tower1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363995465753677570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While standing on the observation deck he asked her a question and she said...&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;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnC9cirCEjI/AAAAAAAADbs/hhsKOCVNY14/s1600-h/wedding-bells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnC9cirCEjI/AAAAAAAADbs/hhsKOCVNY14/s320/wedding-bells.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363995454239543858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're beyond thrilled and so excited for them. DH is over the moon about his new son-in-law. I'm excited about the prospect of grandbabies in the future. We couldn't ask for a better kid to marry our girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've known for two weeks he was going to propose because he asked DH for her hand. Still, it was wonderful to hear the excitement in her voice when she called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tickled pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-1273925569768771242?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=1273925569768771242&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/1273925569768771242?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/1273925569768771242?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/wacky-wednesday.html" title="Wacky Wednesday" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SnC9dfVZSMI/AAAAAAAADb8/5Cbr4RX3OtQ/s72-c/Justin+and+amy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYBQ344eSp7ImA9WxJbF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-3641835619625621815</id><published>2009-07-27T18:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:15:52.031-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T19:15:52.031-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Monday Mutterings" /><title>My gluteus is maxed out and it's only Monday</title><content type="html">I'm sick of riding in a car. My tail-end feels like it's permanently asleep. My legs ache and my feet are swollen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back when I did medical transcription I spent the better part of the day standing up while typing. Guess what I'm doing now? Yep, stand-up typing. Please don't confuse this with stand-up comedy. There's nothing funny about my current condition. I'm also glad to be home once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make pretty good headway on a table runner for the dining table. I'll share it when it looks more like a table runner and not a bunch of scraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, MIL is safely and happily ensconced in the new nursing home. Let me tell you, this nursing home gig might not be a bad deal and I'm seriously thinking about moving into one myself. Three meals a day brought to your room if you like, your bed made, nails done on Friday, and all the bingo you can play. Heaven! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, her room is the size of my kitchen and computer room combined and her bathroom is the size of my laundry room, which coincidentally is larger than my bathroom. In other words, she's got half a normal house to herself and for less money than we were paying for 1/3rd of the space at the other place. It's also so clean you could eat off the floor in any room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she's got more visitors than she possibly wants at any given time. She even ran us off a couple of times so she could have a nap. The best part is that she's happy and adjusting to her surroundings. She was a real trooper during the move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in local news, Mom had her pre-op appointment, blood letting, etc., today. I only cussed the traffic around the hospital twice, I think. It was crazy. Next week at this time she'll have her first new knee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it's good to be home. I've been reading all about &lt;a href="http://www.blogher.com/"&gt;Bloggers Behaving Badly&lt;/a&gt; and am so glad I never had the desire to attend. Imagine begging for sponsors. Shame, shame, shame. Begging isn't becoming at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Retail Tuesday here at Aunt Jo's. I've got something to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-3641835619625621815?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=3641835619625621815&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/3641835619625621815?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/3641835619625621815?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-gluteus-is-maxed-out-and-its-only.html" title="My gluteus is maxed out and it's only Monday" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04GRn8_fip7ImA9WxJbE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-4939920776583248052</id><published>2009-07-22T19:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:18:47.146-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-22T20:18:47.146-05:00</app:edited><title>Here's the scoop</title><content type="html">I promised to blab about the stuff going on at Aunt Jo's corner and so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, lets have a cast of characters. &lt;br /&gt;MIL is my mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;SIL is my husband's sister&lt;br /&gt;OSIL is my other sister-in-law, married to DH's brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, set, go.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Smez6iE2JHI/AAAAAAAADbc/Wrl83EjXhOs/s1600-h/100_3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Smez6iE2JHI/AAAAAAAADbc/Wrl83EjXhOs/s320/100_3837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361451699568780402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My MIL is very unhappy at her current location. A mere week after FIL passed away they gave her a new roommate. MIL was not happy. She didn't want a roommate sleeping in FIL's bed. She's too crowded, and above all else, it stinks in her room now. She's pitched one fit after another. Thus began the phone calls. I feel bad for her. I know she's miserable without FIL, but we can't undo it and that is the root of the whole problem.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Smez6aIym1I/AAAAAAAADbU/d2I0Mpv_a7w/s1600-h/100_3834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Smez6aIym1I/AAAAAAAADbU/d2I0Mpv_a7w/s320/100_3834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361451697437842258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or so we thought. OSIL lives in the same town with MIL and is supposed to go and pick up her laundry, check on her, and take her to church on Sunday. OSIL is being paid for her time, trouble, and laundry soap. When SIL arrived on Monday she found her mother wearing dirty clothes, for the 4th day in a row, because OSIL hadn't been around to do her laundry. For two stinking weeks. OSIL hasn't been answering the phone when MIL calls and hasn't been around to take her to church. But, she's managed to put 700+ miles on MIL's vehicle, run it out of gas, and tried a few other not-so-nice shenanigans..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Smez6-axAMI/AAAAAAAADbk/lzTx8gWccOY/s1600-h/100_3839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Smez6-axAMI/AAAAAAAADbk/lzTx8gWccOY/s320/100_3839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361451707176911042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't imagine the fury that swept across DH and SIL when this shook out. OSIL is in deep doo-doo. I'll be honest, I'm not a fan of my MIL, but I'm working on it. As her attitude toward me changes, mine changes towards her. We're getting better. That said, I would never in a million years let my MIL wear dirty clothes while I was off doing heaven knows what and being paid for it. Never. Ever. No matter how we got along. It's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL feels alone and abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, SIL and DH have talked MIL into moving to a nursing home in Texas so she'll be closer to SIL. At least there we know she'll have visitors, her laundry done, and SIL can be with her more. MIL is happy with the thought of moving and ready to go, yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we're loading MIL up lock, stock, and walker and taking her to Texas. I hope she'll be happier and I know it's going to be a relief to DH and SIL not to have to worry about whether or not she's got clean clothes, visitors, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSIL will be dealt with. She's not going to be happy, but hey, that's life sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you made it that far you deserve a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the rest of the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has bad knees. They've been bad for 20+ years and are affecting her quality of life. She too young to be this miserable. So the time has come for Mom to get something done about it and I couldn't be happier. What kind of child is happy their only living parent is about to undergo surgery? No, don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she gets her first bionic knee on August 3rd and hopefully the second one six weeks later. I'm being a brat and insisting that she spend at least a couple of days with me after she's sprung from the hospital. She's not crazy about the idea, but I don't want to send her home alone and worry about her falling and such. Seeing that I'm driving her home, if I turn into my driveway and unload her here, I don't see there's much she can do about it. I promise to let her go home once I'm sure she's okay to be alone part of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. We're up to our collective eyeballs in family stuff right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The cat has nothing to do with anything, but he was cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-4939920776583248052?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=4939920776583248052&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4939920776583248052?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4939920776583248052?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-scoop.html" title="Here's the scoop" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Smez6iE2JHI/AAAAAAAADbc/Wrl83EjXhOs/s72-c/100_3837.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCRXw7fSp7ImA9WxJbEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-3568015223802035392</id><published>2009-07-21T16:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:51:04.205-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-21T16:51:04.205-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>Big girl pictures</title><content type="html">Finally! She's getting so big. She's six months old now and shows no signs of slowing down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Peepaw trying to hang on. She's quite the armful now. She wiggles nonstop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SmY2sA2qLiI/AAAAAAAADbM/_4ViNE54Alw/s1600-h/100_3820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SmY2sA2qLiI/AAAAAAAADbM/_4ViNE54Alw/s320/100_3820.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361032536202554914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who are you looking at?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SmY2r-nUF4I/AAAAAAAADbE/imde__ekcgs/s1600-h/100_3824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SmY2r-nUF4I/AAAAAAAADbE/imde__ekcgs/s320/100_3824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361032535601321858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She discovered ice. She played with it until it was nothing but a puddle. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SmY2rj-aDmI/AAAAAAAADa8/csPHCXy-L0E/s1600-h/100_3827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SmY2rj-aDmI/AAAAAAAADa8/csPHCXy-L0E/s320/100_3827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361032528450424418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just hanging out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SmY2rbsG67I/AAAAAAAADa0/-TYv659NzT4/s1600-h/100_3828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SmY2rbsG67I/AAAAAAAADa0/-TYv659NzT4/s320/100_3828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361032526226189234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie had asked for pictures of me and the baby. Well, the bottom three are it. DH took them and you'll notice he cut my head off in every one. Really though, that's not a problem since a bag of rocks looks better than I do without makeup and please pardon the bra straps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy, I need somebody to check me before I go out the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-3568015223802035392?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=3568015223802035392&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/3568015223802035392?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/3568015223802035392?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-girl-pictures.html" title="Big girl pictures" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SmY2sA2qLiI/AAAAAAAADbM/_4ViNE54Alw/s72-c/100_3820.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMFR384eSp7ImA9WxJUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-4333520037296530005</id><published>2009-07-17T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:16:56.131-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-17T21:16:56.131-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blathering" /><title>Recap of the week</title><content type="html">I've been home a week and still haven't posted baby pictures. Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned out the front flowerbed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hit myself in the ankle with a rake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a sticker in my heel that's making me miserable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cracked the shovel handle trying to get a root up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prayed for rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sifted through a wheelbarrow load of dirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prayed for rain and watered the trees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mowed the front and back yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prayed for rain and got a little bit of rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;helped my sister take stuff to the thrift shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prayed for rain and got sprinkles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;washed four loads of jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooked dinner twice this week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read three books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fell in the floor for no apparent reason other than I'm a dummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;painted a shelf for my niece&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;been a grouch about the kids running the streets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;called the police about the kid shooting a BB gun at windows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to two garage sales and bought nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and the list goes on. I've been busy, just not posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm heading to Annie's house, just up the road a piece, and I'm going to help her paint her living and dining rooms. We need to hurry because her movers are coming the 27th. That's soonish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots going on with family stuff and as soon as I can, I'll blab all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-4333520037296530005?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=4333520037296530005&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4333520037296530005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4333520037296530005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/recap-of-week.html" title="Recap of the week" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ACQXk8eCp7ImA9WxJUEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-7849101104534855219</id><published>2009-07-10T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:36:00.770-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-10T16:36:00.770-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blathering" /><title>Leavin' on a jet plane...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sle0Dme8ejI/AAAAAAAADas/-e_q_H8QoX4/s1600-h/Biplane_Acrobatics_II_(253795335).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sle0Dme8ejI/AAAAAAAADas/-e_q_H8QoX4/s320/Biplane_Acrobatics_II_(253795335).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356948255743441458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Photo ruthlessly stolen from Wikipedia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish. Instead we'll be visiting three states in a car. Yep, we're headed to NM for the weekend to check on my MIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your assignment, should choose to participate, is to have an absolutely fabulous weekend. Get out there and run through the sprinkler, visit a park, have a picnic, or something. Just have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you Monday, Lord willing and the interstate doesn't eat me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-7849101104534855219?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=7849101104534855219&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/7849101104534855219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/7849101104534855219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/leavin.html" title="Leavin' on a jet plane..." /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sle0Dme8ejI/AAAAAAAADas/-e_q_H8QoX4/s72-c/Biplane_Acrobatics_II_(253795335).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MSH49fSp7ImA9WxJUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-1110627416567800673</id><published>2009-07-09T16:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:03:09.065-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-09T17:03:09.065-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plants" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weather" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="garden" /><title>Out the backdoor</title><content type="html">Is it hot out there or what? My thermometer says 105 degrees in the shade. Thank goodness the wind is blowing 20 mph or we'd roast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fuzz has a new friend. She's pretty skittish, but never fails to show up for a meal. I've touched her twice and been hissed at for my trouble. Please ignore the sad looking mulch job and the bare rose canes. I'm ripping this bed apart come Fall. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlZlsfurPWI/AAAAAAAADac/sjdC52E78B8/s1600-h/100_3806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlZlsfurPWI/AAAAAAAADac/sjdC52E78B8/s320/100_3806.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356580621909704034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About the only thing doing well in this heat is the watermelon in the rose bed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlZlsMiZAzI/AAAAAAAADaU/cW9buwezSa8/s1600-h/100_3818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlZlsMiZAzI/AAAAAAAADaU/cW9buwezSa8/s320/100_3818.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356580616757904178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The squash is blooming, finally. I don't have high hopes that I'll get much of a crop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlZlr-xMuVI/AAAAAAAADaM/Frhoy8cLbX0/s1600-h/100_3819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlZlr-xMuVI/AAAAAAAADaM/Frhoy8cLbX0/s320/100_3819.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356580613061917010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This grape cracks me up. It's suddenly decided it likes where it's planted and it's growing like a weed. This is the one that the dog chewed off at the ground and it's been moved twice. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlZlrq4WEnI/AAAAAAAADaE/JOd0A0XOyoE/s1600-h/100_3814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlZlrq4WEnI/AAAAAAAADaE/JOd0A0XOyoE/s320/100_3814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356580607723180658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a &lt;a href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-and-about-in-yard.html"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; of it almost a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a wonderful Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-1110627416567800673?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=1110627416567800673&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/1110627416567800673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/1110627416567800673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-backdoor.html" title="Out the backdoor" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlZlsfurPWI/AAAAAAAADac/sjdC52E78B8/s72-c/100_3806.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MQH4yfSp7ImA9WxJUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-752656100426638523</id><published>2009-07-08T11:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:53:01.095-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T11:53:01.095-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dadgum" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="critter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weather" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bird" /><title>Random pictures</title><content type="html">I'm cleaning photos off my hard drive this morning and ran across a few I hadn't shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely on the right hand side and you can see little beaks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTN2cXucCI/AAAAAAAADZ8/Pxf92fEDHO8/s1600-h/100_3760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTN2cXucCI/AAAAAAAADZ8/Pxf92fEDHO8/s320/100_3760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356132192062697506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somebody needs to mow their gutter.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTN2D_R-kI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0m7DF9PTvqw/s1600-h/100_3731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTN2D_R-kI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0m7DF9PTvqw/s320/100_3731.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356132185517718082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTN2F-MpeI/AAAAAAAADZs/xlcsYkZvATc/s1600-h/100_3724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTN2F-MpeI/AAAAAAAADZs/xlcsYkZvATc/s320/100_3724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356132186050045410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTN172nHII/AAAAAAAADZk/9j-8NqAyak4/s1600-h/100_3719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTN172nHII/AAAAAAAADZk/9j-8NqAyak4/s320/100_3719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356132183333870722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTNpZYxDkI/AAAAAAAADZc/tixOdWohknM/s1600-h/100_3717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTNpZYxDkI/AAAAAAAADZc/tixOdWohknM/s320/100_3717.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356131967923457602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTNpIQTsuI/AAAAAAAADZU/Pwuy8Xf1194/s1600-h/100_3712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTNpIQTsuI/AAAAAAAADZU/Pwuy8Xf1194/s320/100_3712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356131963324576482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTNoov5U3I/AAAAAAAADZM/fyRxdKdZIoA/s1600-h/100_3711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTNoov5U3I/AAAAAAAADZM/fyRxdKdZIoA/s320/100_3711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356131954867131250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTNoX2GluI/AAAAAAAADZE/PggmSHP_G7g/s1600-h/100_3709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTNoX2GluI/AAAAAAAADZE/PggmSHP_G7g/s320/100_3709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356131950329763554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTNoQHC5jI/AAAAAAAADY8/GIU7wPuABdw/s1600-h/100_3706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTNoQHC5jI/AAAAAAAADY8/GIU7wPuABdw/s320/100_3706.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356131948253341234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-752656100426638523?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=752656100426638523&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/752656100426638523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/752656100426638523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-pictures.html" title="Random pictures" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlTN2cXucCI/AAAAAAAADZ8/Pxf92fEDHO8/s72-c/100_3760.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NRns5cCp7ImA9WxJVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-6523819680278386422</id><published>2009-07-06T09:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:03:17.528-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T14:03:17.528-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thrift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quilt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="embroidery" /><title>Stitchery on the road</title><content type="html">I don't sit well. I have to be doing something, preferably reading or working on a project. Me in a car with nothing to do for 5 hours is miserable, for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug around in my craft room and came up with a couple of projects and managed to get some stitching done during our travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the pattern out of a thrifted magazine to make this pillow top. I added the snowflakes because the snowman was looking a little lonely.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlJH_oIc9JI/AAAAAAAADY0/1zCjOMmLY3U/s1600-h/100_3802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlJH_oIc9JI/AAAAAAAADY0/1zCjOMmLY3U/s320/100_3802.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355422065327142034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not I got it made into the pillow before Christmas. Fabric from my stash. It might need a few more snowflakes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlJH_QsP8HI/AAAAAAAADYs/gnA8q3Ab1Fk/s1600-h/100_3804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlJH_QsP8HI/AAAAAAAADYs/gnA8q3Ab1Fk/s320/100_3804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355422059034833010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another thrifted project. A 40 cent sweatshirt applique kit, a little muslin from my stash and I have the beginnings of a wall hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlJH_FJg_LI/AAAAAAAADYk/qiDYRLCLw1o/s1600-h/100_3803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlJH_FJg_LI/AAAAAAAADYk/qiDYRLCLw1o/s320/100_3803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355422055936359602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying to decide what to do for borders. I found a big enough piece of fabric for the back. Quilted, this is going to be cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were cheap to do and kept me entertained. I can't ask for more than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-6523819680278386422?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=6523819680278386422&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/6523819680278386422?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/6523819680278386422?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/stitchery-on-road.html" title="Stitchery on the road" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlJH_oIc9JI/AAAAAAAADY0/1zCjOMmLY3U/s72-c/100_3802.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIGRXc4eip7ImA9WxJVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-4552145714741752239</id><published>2009-07-05T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:12:04.932-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-05T13:12:04.932-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Happy Independence Day</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDqj1RQUOI/AAAAAAAADYU/axeCNrRwwNI/s1600-h/postcard15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDqj1RQUOI/AAAAAAAADYU/axeCNrRwwNI/s320/postcard15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355037858259292386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm a day late. I had way too many irons in the fire yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with Mom coming over to help do up a dozen jars of peach jam. This is a lot darker than the other, but just as yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and &lt;a href="http://herbalannie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt; and her family came over and ate with us. After dinner we went out on the back patio and visited in the rain. I don't know anyone that wasn't wet when we got done. I enjoyed it, even the being soggy part. After Annie and crew left we went and watched the fireworks. Nothing too exciting this year. Low key and relaxed, just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope each of you had a wonderful Independence Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-4552145714741752239?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=4552145714741752239&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4552145714741752239?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4552145714741752239?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-independence-day.html" title="Happy Independence Day" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDqj1RQUOI/AAAAAAAADYU/axeCNrRwwNI/s72-c/postcard15.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMRn88eCp7ImA9WxJVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-2070233981283034206</id><published>2009-07-02T13:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:54:47.170-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-05T12:54:47.170-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fishing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bird" /><title>Gone fishing</title><content type="html">If you'd tried to find us Friday that's what the note on the door would have said. My husband has been through a lot lately and was sorely in need of a little fun so off we went. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDlD4AFNyI/AAAAAAAADYM/ks0jxqxWCWQ/s1600-h/100_3787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDlD4AFNyI/AAAAAAAADYM/ks0jxqxWCWQ/s320/100_3787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355031811678615330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the little bitty walleye he caught. Too little, throw him back.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDkz0HZ2-I/AAAAAAAADX8/idi_FG96maQ/s1600-h/100_3793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDkz0HZ2-I/AAAAAAAADX8/idi_FG96maQ/s320/100_3793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355031535757679586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the hybrid bass I caught. He was big enough to keep, but I'd rather not. In he went.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDkzl2RisI/AAAAAAAADX0/PBvjDGszfug/s1600-h/100_3794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDkzl2RisI/AAAAAAAADX0/PBvjDGszfug/s320/100_3794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355031531927734978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little guy came to visit my fishing line.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDkzD_gb4I/AAAAAAAADXs/2DaOMpbA3xs/s1600-h/100_3790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDkzD_gb4I/AAAAAAAADXs/2DaOMpbA3xs/s320/100_3790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355031522839654274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DH is thinking hard about fishing..or something.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDkyyqJCTI/AAAAAAAADXk/BPstdEeeg8s/s1600-h/100_3786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDkyyqJCTI/AAAAAAAADXk/BPstdEeeg8s/s320/100_3786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355031518186637618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of Canada geese around the lake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDkyaQfuwI/AAAAAAAADXc/i1kH3i66Qjw/s1600-h/100_3795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDkyaQfuwI/AAAAAAAADXc/i1kH3i66Qjw/s320/100_3795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355031511636622082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What! That's not a fish, a dragonfly, or a goose.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDk9bovrlI/AAAAAAAADYE/A8-vAMPxbIY/s1600-h/100_3796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDk9bovrlI/AAAAAAAADYE/A8-vAMPxbIY/s320/100_3796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355031700985327186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spotted this fine fellow on the drive home from the lake. He/she was the second one I'd seen along the road. The first, sadly I didn't get a picture, was standing in a stock tank cooling off. DH said there was a smaller one under another tree, but I didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the &lt;a href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-garage-sale-i-did-go.html"&gt;raft&lt;/a&gt;? We took it and it does indeed float and is going to be a blast out at the creek. I'm looking forward to stalking the pelicans this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good day. DH laughed for the first time in a week and got to do a little fishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-2070233981283034206?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=2070233981283034206&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/2070233981283034206?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/2070233981283034206?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-fishing.html" title="Gone fishing" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SlDlD4AFNyI/AAAAAAAADYM/ks0jxqxWCWQ/s72-c/100_3787.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4CQ3Y-eip7ImA9WxJVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-8554001894780210612</id><published>2009-07-01T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:49:22.852-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T16:49:22.852-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blathering" /><title>Happy July!</title><content type="html">I've missed you people. A whole lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're home and glad to be here. I've got quite a bit to share so when I have a little more time I'll be back with stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-8554001894780210612?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=8554001894780210612&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/8554001894780210612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/8554001894780210612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-july.html" title="Happy July!" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08AQn47eSp7ImA9WxJVEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-8836153049900989474</id><published>2009-06-27T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:24:03.001-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-27T21:24:03.001-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Sad news</title><content type="html">DH's father passed away on Thursday evening late. DH has held together pretty well considering and mother-in-law is hanging in there and showing a little sass every now and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're home long enough to swap out clothes and sleep in our bed one night. We're headed back to New Mexico in the morning. The funeral is being held on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you next week sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-8836153049900989474?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=8836153049900989474&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/8836153049900989474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/8836153049900989474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-news.html" title="Sad news" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcBR38-fSp7ImA9WxJWGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-4971176882805959075</id><published>2009-06-24T13:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:00:56.155-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-24T14:00:56.155-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collecting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="canning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="garden" /><title>I have big onions</title><content type="html">Did I get your attention? LOL. I have some onions given to us by a friend that weigh nearly 2 pounds each. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SkJ3RFAMDsI/AAAAAAAADXU/P9BJvpq0_cE/s1600-h/100_3740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SkJ3RFAMDsI/AAAAAAAADXU/P9BJvpq0_cE/s320/100_3740.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350970442554019522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That weight is in ounces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The onion on the left is gigantic compared to the one on the right.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SkJ1KVYO6BI/AAAAAAAADXM/TR6jFzHGPCQ/s1600-h/100_3738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SkJ1KVYO6BI/AAAAAAAADXM/TR6jFzHGPCQ/s320/100_3738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350968127667496978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I fixed one the other day with potatoes and it was so sweet. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yum, I made my first peach jam of the year last Saturday. The tall jars in the back hold 12 ounces and the ones in the front are regular jelly jars. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SkJ1KLEPQoI/AAAAAAAADXE/fYP1IKnCAaA/s1600-h/100_3761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SkJ1KLEPQoI/AAAAAAAADXE/fYP1IKnCAaA/s320/100_3761.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350968124899279490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't eaten any yet, but have heard it's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hanging stuff on the walls. I have a collection of old hankies and rather than leave them in a drawer I wanted to display them. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SkJ1KPy3DjI/AAAAAAAADW8/K48KxpRGN8c/s1600-h/100_3762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SkJ1KPy3DjI/AAAAAAAADW8/K48KxpRGN8c/s320/100_3762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350968126168567346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This brilliant idea came from &lt;a href="http://www.addicted2decorating.com/reader-submissionvintage-spoon-rack-converted-to-vintage-hankie-display.html"&gt;Addicted 2 Decorating&lt;/a&gt;. I chose to display the blue hankies and have the others folded in the little area below. Now I need a bigger spoon holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a fabulous Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-4971176882805959075?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=4971176882805959075&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4971176882805959075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4971176882805959075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-big-onions.html" title="I have big onions" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SkJ3RFAMDsI/AAAAAAAADXU/P9BJvpq0_cE/s72-c/100_3740.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINRHs7fip7ImA9WxJWF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-9155688094419802193</id><published>2009-06-22T15:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:03:15.506-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-22T16:03:15.506-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Quick update</title><content type="html">Time does slip through your fingers, doesn't it? I had all kinds of happy fluffy stuff to post and share, but I'm not up to it right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made an unplanned trip to New Mexico on Sunday. My sister-in-law called late Saturday night to let us know father-in-law had fallen again. DH decided we'd get up early Sunday and drive down to see how he was doing and assess the situation. It wasn't good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIL had a doctors appointment last Wednesday and everything looked really good. His blood work was as good as could be expected for someone his age and the doctor gave him the go-ahead to go out of town. He was excited about possibly going to the cabin in July and was working on gaining more strength so he could make the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three days he'd taken a turn for the worse. We thought he might have had a slight stroke and took him back to the doctor. While he hasn't had a stroke, his liver enzymes have tripled, platelets have plummeted, and he's in constant pain. He's confused and doesn't know today from 40 years ago. Today we found out that his kidneys are failing and the end is drawing near. Hospice has been called in to assist in his care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to prepare ourselves which is ridiculous. No amount of preparation ever eases the pain of losing a parent or spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you can or will, please send up a prayer or thought for the family. I really would appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-9155688094419802193?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=9155688094419802193&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/9155688094419802193?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/9155688094419802193?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update.html" title="Quick update" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8EQXw4cCp7ImA9WxJWFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-4865947963621068894</id><published>2009-06-19T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:03:20.238-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-19T10:03:20.238-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>One happy baby</title><content type="html">We made a quick trip to New Mexico and were rewarded with babysitting time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, Meemaw. I see you have that camera, again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum5QIcaOI/AAAAAAAADW0/zw5VVvfWQtM/s1600-h/100_3743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum5QIcaOI/AAAAAAAADW0/zw5VVvfWQtM/s320/100_3743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052484945733858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it when Peepaw tickles me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum5Y5bh1I/AAAAAAAADWs/Do9WqOoyg2s/s1600-h/100_3753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum5Y5bh1I/AAAAAAAADWs/Do9WqOoyg2s/s320/100_3753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052487298680658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See my tongue. I didn't know I had one of those things. I sure like playing with it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum5O7YHjI/AAAAAAAADWk/LB5IjRnL61U/s1600-h/100_3749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum5O7YHjI/AAAAAAAADWk/LB5IjRnL61U/s320/100_3749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052484622491186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come here and let me stick my tongue on that camera. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum4ju15WI/AAAAAAAADWc/PnIzxFA3j-o/s1600-h/100_3748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum4ju15WI/AAAAAAAADWc/PnIzxFA3j-o/s320/100_3748.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052473027192162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's pretty funny to wear Peepaw's hat. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum4UQwB3I/AAAAAAAADWU/E7fJW38-1xE/s1600-h/100_3758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum4UQwB3I/AAAAAAAADWU/E7fJW38-1xE/s320/100_3758.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052468874446706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's such a good baby and always so happy. She's 5-1/2 months old now and weighs 14 pounds. She's got the rolling over thing down and can really travel when she puts her mind to it. Next thing you know she'll be running and wanting the car keys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-4865947963621068894?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=4865947963621068894&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4865947963621068894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/4865947963621068894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-happy-baby.html" title="One happy baby" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Sjum5QIcaOI/AAAAAAAADW0/zw5VVvfWQtM/s72-c/100_3743.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AAQXsyfSp7ImA9WxJXFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-8940403577173215533</id><published>2009-06-10T10:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:02:20.595-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T11:02:20.595-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flower(s)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plants" /><title>Wild in Oklahoma</title><content type="html">After I told the cats to quit fighting and find something to do, outloud I might add, I decided it might be time to get out of the house for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YgcswqsI/AAAAAAAADWM/URWcSTFdX9o/s1600-h/100_3713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YgcswqsI/AAAAAAAADWM/URWcSTFdX9o/s320/100_3713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345729334683413186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YVBJ625I/AAAAAAAADWE/VH0I8Tj--ak/s1600-h/100_3714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YVBJ625I/AAAAAAAADWE/VH0I8Tj--ak/s320/100_3714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345729138310962066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YUtiIFRI/AAAAAAAADV0/IcIxgLkMP_c/s1600-h/100_3718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YUtiIFRI/AAAAAAAADV0/IcIxgLkMP_c/s320/100_3718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345729133043782930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YUjf-AHI/AAAAAAAADVs/NAwrBhde0Xo/s1600-h/100_3721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YUjf-AHI/AAAAAAAADVs/NAwrBhde0Xo/s320/100_3721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345729130350379122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YUZbI0XI/AAAAAAAADVk/6bN7_bY18OQ/s1600-h/100_3723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YUZbI0XI/AAAAAAAADVk/6bN7_bY18OQ/s320/100_3723.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345729127645761906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YC-HQCaI/AAAAAAAADVc/9kRcJsgcv6I/s1600-h/100_3725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YC-HQCaI/AAAAAAAADVc/9kRcJsgcv6I/s320/100_3725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345728828256815522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YCvIvN7I/AAAAAAAADVU/AvtukSF81z0/s1600-h/100_3726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YCvIvN7I/AAAAAAAADVU/AvtukSF81z0/s320/100_3726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345728824236521394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YCbpTH5I/AAAAAAAADVM/8A33wDImfK8/s1600-h/100_3727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YCbpTH5I/AAAAAAAADVM/8A33wDImfK8/s320/100_3727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345728819004383122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YCUSq0XI/AAAAAAAADVE/JMtWK55sE4Y/s1600-h/100_3728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YCUSq0XI/AAAAAAAADVE/JMtWK55sE4Y/s320/100_3728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345728817030418802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YCE8h45I/AAAAAAAADU8/KfWYIYgtL-Q/s1600-h/100_3729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YCE8h45I/AAAAAAAADU8/KfWYIYgtL-Q/s320/100_3729.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345728812911027090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-8940403577173215533?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=8940403577173215533&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/8940403577173215533?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/8940403577173215533?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/wild-in-oklahoma.html" title="Wild in Oklahoma" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si_YgcswqsI/AAAAAAAADWM/URWcSTFdX9o/s72-c/100_3713.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04HSXoyfSp7ImA9WxJXFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768132250461356766.post-3194181967952134958</id><published>2009-06-09T14:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:32:18.495-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-09T14:32:18.495-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="decoration(s)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blathering" /><title>On my wall</title><content type="html">I have this affinity for old platters and odd plates. I try to imagine where they've been and what they've held during their time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si602XSWWeI/AAAAAAAADU0/Frc3sY1MvHk/s1600-h/100_3705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si602XSWWeI/AAAAAAAADU0/Frc3sY1MvHk/s320/100_3705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345408653792270818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one at the very top was a thrift find and it weighs a ton. Quite a bit of the gold around the rim has worn away and it has a chip in the edge. It's had a hard life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in the middle on the left has been with me for years. I'm sure I picked it up at a garage sale years ago. Somebody, besides me, had loved this platter. I adore the shape with the delicate rose band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the top right, that's my granny's platter. I can't remember a meal that she didn't eat off of it. Breakfast, lunch, dinner and holidays, she always used it. It isn't very big at all. In my mind I can still see her one biscuit, piece of sausage, and gravy on that platter. She's been gone almost 23 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the center is the plate rack I bought the other day filled with mismatched little bread and butter plates and saucers. I understand now why it was sold. The plates have to have an absolutely flat back or they try to flip out. It was easy enough to solve with a little tape and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your walls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768132250461356766-3194181967952134958?l=auntjoscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768132250461356766&amp;postID=3194181967952134958&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/3194181967952134958?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768132250461356766/posts/default/3194181967952134958?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://auntjoscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-my-wall.html" title="On my wall" /><author><name>Aunt Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16808234188061105936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/SBYuyQkee-I/AAAAAAAABD4/esOddlct2Fs/S220/100_0943.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfiMw0y13NY/Si602XSWWeI/AAAAAAAADU0/Frc3sY1MvHk/s72-c/100_3705.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>

