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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEARnk5eCp7ImA9WhRaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437546297364029186</id><updated>2012-02-12T14:30:47.720-06:00</updated><category term="Artsy attempts" /><category term="helpful hints" /><category term="Bible study" /><category term="free" /><category term="grandkids" /><category term="thanksgiving" /><category term="flea markets" /><category term="organizing" /><category term="fashionable me" /><category term="summer" /><category term="travel" /><category term="just for fun" /><category term="chocolate" /><category term="everything else" /><category term="clothing" /><category term="golf balls" /><category term="family" /><category term="&quot;blondness&quot;" /><category term="Red Hat society" /><category term="sister" /><category term="meet me Monday" /><category term="stamping" /><category term="friends" /><category term="contest" /><category term="reading" /><category term="pet peeves" /><category term="TV" /><category term="recycling" /><category term="camera" /><category term="helping others" /><category term="follow/friend Friday" /><category term="convertible" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="my aching body" /><category term="hubby" /><category term="culture/art" /><category term="God's timing" /><category term="skunk" /><category term="crafts" /><category term="thrifty finds" /><category term="jewelry" /><category term="beauty/household products" /><category term="thrift shops" /><category term="misc." /><category term="scrapbooking" /><category term="the Friday 56" /><category term="winter time" /><category term="holidays" /><category term="food" /><category term="retreat" /><category term="wordless Wednesday" /><category term="gardening" /><category term="seasons" /><category term="garage sales" /><category term="cards" /><category term="wildlife" /><title>CHOCOLATE, One of My Many Addictions</title><subtitle type="html">The chocolate chips in my life: crafts, grandkids, friends, family, scrapbooking, reading, stamping, Red Hats, thrifting, and I even get on my soapbox on occasion.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437546297364029186/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627990579836256581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SJqOCbPLKIo/SrvHq7XbWCI/AAAAAAAAABg/WYD5kdRn2-g/S220/wall+photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>585</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/ChocolateOneOfMyManyAddictions" /><feedburner:info uri="chocolateoneofmymanyaddictions" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>ChocolateOneOfMyManyAddictions</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGRnY7fip7ImA9WhRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437546297364029186.post-1471269250939023650</id><published>2012-02-12T11:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T11:10:27.806-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T11:10:27.806-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading" /><title>the Current Rate of Exchange</title><content type="html">I just finished reading this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ebook&lt;/span&gt; by Jacqueline T. Lynch. It's not the best book I've read but it was free and I'll give it a good. I like to try different books other than best sellers, the free books on my Nook give me that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;, I can read 'em or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delete&lt;/span&gt; 'em.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7008Kr7V5c/TzfwhnmNbKI/AAAAAAAACUc/a6pGZfvuQnY/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708295513070988450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7008Kr7V5c/TzfwhnmNbKI/AAAAAAAACUc/a6pGZfvuQnY/s320/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This quote is from Good Reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Rose, a tall, bumbling American woman, travels to New Zealand to re-establish ties with her late mother’s family, navigating the otherworldly tension of traveling in the months after 9/11. Her ill-planned adventure turns her life around, and that of Nora, her New Zealand cousin, whose family problems immediately begin to involve Rose. Nora’s elderly mother, who broke off ties with Rose’s family; Nora’s unemployed husband who confides his dreams to Rose instead of to his wife; and Nora’s brother whose emotional meltdown from losing the family farm all challenge Rose to bring her family’s past full circle. A sudden romance with the farm manager with the mysterious past of his own was not, however, on her original agenda. She is anxious about continuing it lest she repeat mistakes her American father and New Zealand mother made. Armed with old family letters, Rose retraces her mother’s footsteps as a World War II government agricultural worker, or Land Girl. The information Rose learns from the letters is key to preventing a tragedy in Nora’s family."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-1471269250939023650?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If I do this, then I can get that? If I get rid of this I can buy that? What I do is: 'if I get this cleaned then I can play'....but many times I do not come through with the first part of the deal. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHX2MsqLIf4/TzRj4h6y0oI/AAAAAAAACUM/d_CthZehjqA/s1600/val.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707296450614055554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHX2MsqLIf4/TzRj4h6y0oI/AAAAAAAACUM/d_CthZehjqA/s320/val.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Tuesday evening at our Red Hat meeting we played LET'S MAKE A DEAL and we played fair. (more about that later) The February hostesses had the table set up so pretty, and many of the gals brought cards and goodies for everyone. I had good intentions to do so, but with helping my SIL move I just ran out of time and 'steam'. Monday was a 12 hour moving day for me. ....oh, I digress.....We have secret sisters in our Red Hat group and look what mine gave me for Valentine's day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEGT7ztCciM/TzRj4a-5OEI/AAAAAAAACUA/FG2U5C5zeKQ/s1600/ab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707296448752203842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEGT7ztCciM/TzRj4a-5OEI/AAAAAAAACUA/FG2U5C5zeKQ/s320/ab.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gotta love the dark chocolate Bliss! That chocolate 'cupcake' is 3 ounces of chocolate fudge....and I just had my annual doctor visit and was informed that I NEED to watch my sugar levels and cholesterol. Guess I will eat in moderation. My secret sister knows what I like :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many years ago I visited Hollywood with the hope of getting on the LET'S MAKE A DEAL program.....but none of us made it on. Tuesday night there was no auditioning, we were all automatically in the game. I was prepared with a bag of 'stuff' and won the the first prize with the toothbrush I pulled out of my bag. That made me the first contestant for a chance at one of the bags. I KNEW which one I wanted and took bag #1 with out hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36Baq6LmB9I/TzRj34nP9mI/AAAAAAAACT0/ieLxLUDc1MA/s1600/ac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707296439526225506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36Baq6LmB9I/TzRj34nP9mI/AAAAAAAACT0/ieLxLUDc1MA/s320/ac.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the prize inside was just what I was hoping for................a TP tag book. Joyce is so talented and made such a nice prize. Since I didn't get to be TV I had to do my best and jumped around and screamed like I was on camera. We all had fun....even the gal who got ZONKED with the pregnancy test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RuA8C8GRjY0/TzRj3p9e_6I/AAAAAAAACTo/oh9YVBndVZM/s1600/ad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707296435592953762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RuA8C8GRjY0/TzRj3p9e_6I/AAAAAAAACTo/oh9YVBndVZM/s320/ad.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm really glad we weren't playing the way we do with our white elephant gifts at Christmas because the gal whose turn was after mine wanted bag #1 also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMyIW7eRUR0/TzRj3IXiToI/AAAAAAAACTc/6ny2UhFpLVA/s1600/aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707296426575416962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMyIW7eRUR0/TzRj3IXiToI/AAAAAAAACTc/6ny2UhFpLVA/s320/aa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-4037083758196291854?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No, I'm not moving but helping my sister in law move. That's hard work, even though I do more cleaning than moving boxes of stuff. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VtX_fPyxm-c/Ty8jNNGAJJI/AAAAAAAACTQ/13i2mpdHYzY/s1600/houston-texas-2-592nm070910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705817962661815442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VtX_fPyxm-c/Ty8jNNGAJJI/AAAAAAAACTQ/13i2mpdHYzY/s320/houston-texas-2-592nm070910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubby left this morning for Houston for work, he'll be gone all week. Actually our weather hasn't been bad, no major snow storms and none predicted for the near future. Yesterday I helped move all day, like I said, I did some cleaning (cupboards-seems to be my specialty) and organizing of things (in the basement). It was a very sunny, spring-like day, I only had on a sweat shirt over my t-shirt and was comfortable.....except when I was in SIL's house &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt; packing up her curio cabinets.........I was worried sick that her hubby would come home early from work and find me. He knows she's moving but the night before he eavesdropped on our telephone conversation and and had plenty of cuss words to call me after we hung up.....and all I said was that he should have stepped up and helped discipline their son. There are several member of his family that have ADHD but he blames it all on SIL's parenting.....well, then why didn't he help her????&lt;br /&gt;Our grandson was over last night, took him to Sunday School today, we made a candle for mom for Valentines Day, and had my nephew over in the afternoon to play so SIL could do some more packing. Both boys and I did another craft, we made a t-paper core caterpillar. Now that the boys are older and on ADHD meds they get along pretty good. When Michele came to pick up her son I heated up some leftovers and we had dinner. Then my DIL came to pick up my grandson, she NEVER comes in, just sends her older son it to get J.......Guess I was just crabby with all that is going on and when I walked out to the car I couldn't even say Hi to her or the baby. GRRR my bad behavior, I know........but.....Everyone was gone by 6:45 but I still have dishes to wash, a kitchen floor to sweep, and 2 HEAPING baskets of clothes to fold. I'd really like to watch some TV and read for a bit too.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to house sit for a delivery SIL is expecting in the morning. After that I am sure I will offer to help in the afternoon too. She needs to be out tomorrow!!! Too darn hard to stay there with all the stress.&lt;br /&gt;It's always something....the week hubby is gone and I only work Tuesday and Wednesday I am busy with SIL, well, I know she'd do the same for me..... My dust bunnies will wait for me. Tonight I am tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping your week is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-779111476033176337?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No matter if you're at fault or not, if you worked at making it work you feel unloved and a failure, that "lovin' feeling" make be gone but your heart is still broken, your dreams are shattered. Your trust/belief in the opposite sex may be gone. If you are lucky it can be civil, mine was for the most part; or it can be war...fighting over everything, dirty tricks, bad mouthing the other party and making everyone involved miserable. The whole thing just sucks! If children are involved it is so much worse, they may see the other parent treat you badly and tell you to leave, but they still love both parents and may not like you for what 'you have done' to their world. It takes a lot of courage to divorce someone you once loved and planned to spend the rest of your life with. Of there are those who just divorce on a whim at the first sign of a disagreement, they don't understand that marriage is work, it takes 2 (like my mom always said). Maybe they were never meant to marry in the first place???&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend and sister in law is leaving her husband of over 10 years, it was a 2nd marriage for her and 3rd for him. They have an almost 8 year old son together and he has other children. Over the years we could see things change.....did becoming a Christian change her? For many years she submitted to him, prayed, and listened to the Lord. Did their son take her attention away from him? Her hubby is very selfish, wants all of the attention to himself.&lt;br /&gt;She told me today that one of her friends said that she appeared to be a weak person, but after knowing for the past years my SIL she sees what a strong person she really is. She took the verbal/emotional/mental abuse because she was sure this is where God wanted her. She had joy in the world around her. She has the major role in caring for their son. She's a very friendly, happy, sweet person. None of her family lives here, only her in laws. But she is staying here because she doesn't want to take her son away from his dad and this is where her life is. My hubby and hers are twins...........can you say awkward!!! We all love her and don't want her to leave the family, but she has been beaten down and just can not get up anymore in that environment.&lt;br /&gt;She has been permanently laid off and has to decide if she will go to school or get a job now (at 47). Her son can be difficult (ADHD and defiance disorder). He can be very self centered like his dad. But he can be very kind and loving to her. It's hard to raise a boy alone....been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for her, I know how much it hurts. I am hoping that once she moves and gets settled in she will feel calmer and at peace and that her ex can be civil to her (he's famous for cutting down the ex, he's the &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; one (not). She has a lot of friends and is very responsible so I am sure she'll be OK. She may not be my SIL anymore but she'll still be my friend!!! Love ya Michele!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-6314383699574280536?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Are you?&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia's definiton: &lt;em&gt;Packrats are nest builders. They use plant material like branches, twigs, sticks, and other available debris. Getting into everything from attics to car engines, stealing their ‘treasures’, damaging electrical wiring and creating general noisy havoc can easily cause them to become a nuisance. A peculiar characteristic is that if they find something they want, they will drop what they are currently carrying, for example a piece of cactus, and "trade" it for the new item. They are particularly fond of shiny objects. They can also be quite vocal and boisterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes, that is the definition for the animal that the slang description of human hoarding comes from...but do you see the similarities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm a nester&lt;br /&gt;I don't steal my treasures.....but they are treasures&lt;br /&gt;I like how they will 'trade up'.....I've done that at the thrift shop or garage sale&lt;br /&gt;Shiny objects are good, right??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been known to be vocal and boisterous&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've watched HOARDERS and my house does not look like that so I guess I am safe. My mom (raised during the depression, so can you blame her?) has pack rat tendencies. But she was always the one who had what you needed to fix it or could fix it herself. I know I am a collector....of books, clothes, jewelry, toys, craft items for the grands, paper and embellishments for my scrapbooking/cardmaking adventures, and just things I like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEc6nKK7OTQ/TyXh_Mju7RI/AAAAAAAACS8/31QZyCYhdiY/s1600/confessions_of_a_pack_rat_by_zipple-d2yv6dr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703212978953710866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEc6nKK7OTQ/TyXh_Mju7RI/AAAAAAAACS8/31QZyCYhdiY/s320/confessions_of_a_pack_rat_by_zipple-d2yv6dr.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can it be good to be a saver of 'things'? Sometimes............for instance, I received this 19" TV from freecyle to replace the 12" TV that was in our spare bedroom. It's a small room, but a 12" TV is pretty darn tiny. Last weekend my granddaughter and her friend wanted to watch a movie but I didn't have a DVD player in there so I asked and located one on freecyle. The next day I saw an ad in the paper and the DVD players were on sale at a price I would pay, so I picked it up. A brand spankin' new one has to be better than the VHS/DVD player with a missing cord and a non working VHS player, right? Yesterday afternoon I decided to hook it up to the TV for my grandsons.....but the new one wouldn't work the way I needed it to so I packed it up and will be return it on Tuesday. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToDyvUZ1IpU/TyXh--V2pfI/AAAAAAAACSs/jHVr7vczCso/s1600/tv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703212975137400306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToDyvUZ1IpU/TyXh--V2pfI/AAAAAAAACSs/jHVr7vczCso/s320/tv.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My next option was to attempt to hook up the free one. I looked in my 'extra cord box' in the basement and found a cord I hoped would work....it did! I didn't get the remote to work but that doesn't really matter. As you can see it's an older TV and DVD player but it works and the price was great....FREE!!! I don't know exactly what the stand is for that it's on. I wanted hubby to put it in the basement for me but he carried it out to the garage so I had to drag it back in and it works perfectly in the room. Grandson J picked out some movies for 'his room' and placed them on a shelf. He always keeps his amphibians on top of the TV and now he's happy that there is enough room for the frog, the snake has to be on the side of the TV "but he's OK with that". Yes, we are a strange lot. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiwBKOqb7No/TyXh-nL80rI/AAAAAAAACSg/h3YNqy68ZKU/s1600/tv%2Btop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703212968921846450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiwBKOqb7No/TyXh-nL80rI/AAAAAAAACSg/h3YNqy68ZKU/s320/tv%2Btop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt; keeping a few extra odds 'n ends is not all bad, you might find just what you need.&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned out the closet in that spare bedroom too and:&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you I bought another Red Hat &lt;strong&gt;MAKE&lt;/strong&gt; me get rid of one or two or three......&lt;br /&gt;I found some more toddler items to try to sell.&lt;br /&gt;I found a bag of things I was saving but haven't needed so they will be donated to the thrift store. Grandson J and I also cleaned out the movies and stuffed animals and found some to donate.&lt;br /&gt;The closet is still pretty full but I did make a difference in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-5086719636492223724?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My mother always said "the older you get the faster the days go" and I certainly agree with her. Monday, my day off, I did laundry and ran errands (my usual Monday M.O.). After a grandchild filled weekend it was nice to have QUIET time to recharge my 'battery'.&lt;br /&gt;I mailed a package to my granddaughter, she bought something for her parents and brother and forgot it here. She is really a sweet girl and was so excited to buy everyone in her family a small gift. I return at item to Goodwill that she purchased but didn't work out. While I was there I picked up these adorable new, cute flats for 1/2 price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kGE_8TWt-Q/TyQVh8A_RnI/AAAAAAAACSU/SkIyw2s931A/s1600/shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702706700948031090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kGE_8TWt-Q/TyQVh8A_RnI/AAAAAAAACSU/SkIyw2s931A/s320/shoes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw them last week when we were there but decided I didn't need them but when they were 1/2 price on Tuesday (senior day) I scooped them up! I dropped off a few things at a consignment shop and picked up some cash there. One of the Fisher Price toys I was trying to sell (with a radio ad) sold, so that is an extra $10 and some freed up space. The week before I got a 19" TV on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freecycle&lt;/span&gt; for our spare bedroom (sure beats the 12" that was there) and I bought a DVD player (on sale) for it.....have to hook that up today. My 2 grandsons had 1/2 of school on Thursday and wanted to spend the afternoon with me (I think mom wanted a break) so I picked them up and we stopped at the library where they played really good for quite a while. When I was a kid the library was a revered place-one had to be so quiet, get your books and get out. The boys know you can play with the toys, play a board game or a computer game, read, and check out books, movies, and puppets. On the way home we stopped at the thrift store where they got: Hungry Hungry Hippos, a recorder, a toy crane that works. I talked the 6 year old out getting another baby for my house. The kids love it there because they get free toys. I love it because it makes them happy without costing me a cent. My thoughts of a certain individual who just uses me were reinforced :-( I was actually going to make a good dinner for hubby Friday night but he got home an hour earlier than I expected and he wanted fish...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I have been so hungry for a fish dinner. He just got it to go and we ate at home. About a week ago hubby put a new kitchen faucet in and he moved the K-cup for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kuerig&lt;/span&gt; and I still haven't found it....he says he saw it and didn't throw it away....but since it's something I use he just put it 'somewhere'. DANG&lt;br /&gt;I am disgusted with myself because: I just keep eating and eating and not exercising, my pants are getting tighter. Our spare bedroom desperately needs to be redecorated and I keep stalling, the same goes for the bathroom, laundry room..........hey, every room. :-( I have just been so lazy, I didn't get Christmas cards out and haven't even mailed a hand stamped card to anyone since last fall. My Washington DC scrapbook is still only 1/2 finished and about a zillion others I want to make are not even started. I go to bed early and read or watch TV, although I think that's only a winter thing. I shop too much on my lunch hour. It's too cold to sit at the park and read so I shop, I hope it warms up soon! The library is on the other side of town so by the time I drove there I'd have 15 minutes and then it would be time to leave. I could sit at McDonald's ...NOT!&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot I want to do (key word WANT) so I better shut this down &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; start my day. 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I gave them paper showed them where my supplies are and they took the initiate and scrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDMUBTuvYnU/Tx26tXzoXxI/AAAAAAAACRM/pz1_VftOmbs/s1600/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700917991968366354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDMUBTuvYnU/Tx26tXzoXxI/AAAAAAAACRM/pz1_VftOmbs/s320/b.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a bunch of shaped chipboard books and gave them each one to decorate. Tailyn made so many pretty layered flowers for hers....the flowers and ribbon bows were quite popular. They helped themselves and asked if they needed something but I let them do what they wanted. I think they enjoyed crafting. The girls even helped my 6 year old grandson make a fish (shaped) scrapbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you seen TLC's &lt;em&gt;EXTREME CHEAPSKATES&lt;/em&gt;? I watched most of it one night when I was being lazy. Some of those people are REALLY cheap: one man dumpster dived and found some one's cast off (and droopy) roses to give to his wife for their anniversary. Another woman would not buy toilet paper but insisted on using cloth rags and then washing them to reuse. I could, maybe, use rags to wipe.......but I could NOT wash them...no way, no how...that's just not me. She may be saving money but she wouldn't have the joy of recycling and could not make this little book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to the making of my little book: Start with a couple of empty toilet paper rolls. I used 4. Flatten them and grab some paint, I had some acrylic paint that I just grabbed out of the bin. Paint the outside, you can leave the center plain if you plan to cover the inside 'page' with decorative paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zx5ScT2J_Qs/Tx27Dg3guOI/AAAAAAAACRY/hSdu7kjPxxg/s1600/DSCN5165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700918372357683426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zx5ScT2J_Qs/Tx27Dg3guOI/AAAAAAAACRY/hSdu7kjPxxg/s320/DSCN5165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My book is pretty simple.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I put some simple sayings or picture on the 'pages'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pLhisWZXd8/Tx22pz82avI/AAAAAAAACQ0/NWFUwyBCOa8/s1600/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700913532757240562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pLhisWZXd8/Tx22pz82avI/AAAAAAAACQ0/NWFUwyBCOa8/s320/a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it but I punched 2 holes on one end and put rings through them. I tied a bunch of ribbon scraps onto the rings, I like the way that looks....or you could leave plain. I also glued the ends and finally I used a heavy duty stapler to staple the end together. The inside of the roll makes an 'envelope' perfect for a tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22Yx85iXCxs/Tx22pYsvMxI/AAAAAAAACQo/8ox9qL-VFzY/s1600/a2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700913525441901330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22Yx85iXCxs/Tx22pYsvMxI/AAAAAAAACQo/8ox9qL-VFzY/s320/a2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fronts and backs of my tags. One has scraps of leather as a layer, another is a playing card (found at the thrift store), the polka dotted one has a wire BELIEVE attached with brads. One of the bottom ones has a section of notes I took at a Bible study. I used rub ons on a couple and Monday is my favorite day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyEFS4xsLnw/Tx22pAvJT8I/AAAAAAAACQc/7W6WaRxYrkg/s1600/a3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700913519009550274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyEFS4xsLnw/Tx22pAvJT8I/AAAAAAAACQc/7W6WaRxYrkg/s320/a3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it looks all put together. It could definitely be used for a scrapbook too, let your imagination run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7j8wWFulK4/Tx22o-3iCNI/AAAAAAAACQQ/ZbeXrF4fygI/s1600/a5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700913518507854034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7j8wWFulK4/Tx22o-3iCNI/AAAAAAAACQQ/ZbeXrF4fygI/s320/a5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-4819310284376315526?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As I stated in a previous post my 11 year old granddaughter and her best friend are here for the weekend. They are such sweet girls. We've gone shopping, enjoyed lunch dates, did some crafting, and visited the Maritime museum where we toured the submarine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aLf2Y59tp-g/Txrv29bsFEI/AAAAAAAACPs/S_y2b1ruw84/s1600/GEDC0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700132005873456194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aLf2Y59tp-g/Txrv29bsFEI/AAAAAAAACPs/S_y2b1ruw84/s320/GEDC0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the hands on activities for visitors to the Wi Maritime Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2M7qGG1xiCo/TxrvaiQWMKI/AAAAAAAACPg/6-AKPzpqHFg/s1600/GEDC0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700131517541789858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2M7qGG1xiCo/TxrvaiQWMKI/AAAAAAAACPg/6-AKPzpqHFg/s320/GEDC0073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL of the kids love the water room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLTncn7HvbU/TxrvaAtlLKI/AAAAAAAACPU/i3Cy8qV3O8M/s1600/GEDC0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700131508537601186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLTncn7HvbU/TxrvaAtlLKI/AAAAAAAACPU/i3Cy8qV3O8M/s320/GEDC0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The US Cobia. Yes, we toured the whole sub and it was &lt;em&gt;cold &lt;/em&gt;inside and out. The heat was not working that day so it was cold on the tour .....and when we arrived above board after the tour we had a suprise- more SNOW.....hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-1JNJg91ek/TxrvZee5GZI/AAAAAAAACPI/QtUlQaRDJrs/s1600/GEDC0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700131499349186962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-1JNJg91ek/TxrvZee5GZI/AAAAAAAACPI/QtUlQaRDJrs/s320/GEDC0084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking through the tiny doorways. Tailyn is petite.......and I am not, so I had lots of 'fun' getting through the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the middle of winter in WI and we are having our coldest temps so far, the past couple of days have been barely above zero for the high. We are not winter people anyway-no snowmobiles or skis here. I wanted to do something fun with the girls so I promised them we'd go swimming. (My SIL and her son go swimming at a local hotel for a small fee). The girls wanted to invite my 2 grandsons and nephew to go along and everyone was able to, the kids were excited! Per SILs request I called the hotel to be sure that it would be OK to bring them on a Friday night (weekends are usually kept for the hotel guests).....and the person who answered the phone said 'No'...oh dear, what can I do now? I called a couple more places and they said the same thing..........so I called the one place I knew we could go-the YMCA. The cost was $15 a family (not bad for me with 4 kids, but not so good for SIL with only 1 child). The hot tub is in anther area so we couldn't relax in there and leave the kids swim alone (ages 6-11) and I think the pool is deeper (the younger ones might be too short to just play). SIL was not too thrilled about going to the Y so I made a few more calls to hotels and explained that I had grand kids here from out of town and promised to take them swimming. Finally one gal took pity on me and said 'YES'. I felt as if I had struck gold, we were thrilled.....when I asked her the cost she told me to just come and swim. The whole time we were there we had the pool to ourselves. The kids alternated from the pool to the hot tub and had tons of fun. After about 1-1/2 hours they were getting hungry and we did not see a vending machine so we said it was time to leave. The kids have 'eagle eyes' and they had spotted a coffee pot with coffee, tea, and hot chocolate on the way in so I said it would be OK to have hot chocolate. I felt guilty swimming for free and then using up their hot chocolate so I offered to pay, she said 'we have lots more' and even brought out some small bags of Teddy Grahams for the kids. We all thanked her for her generosity....her parents raised a kind and compassionate young woman! and I won't be promising to take anyone swimming on a Friday night again with out making sure we have a place to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpGXQxWNGf4/TxrvZFJOM_I/AAAAAAAACO4/HmU4Qnz2f1I/s1600/GEDC0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700131492547408882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpGXQxWNGf4/TxrvZFJOM_I/AAAAAAAACO4/HmU4Qnz2f1I/s320/GEDC0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I enjoyed myself just knowing that the kids had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD7eK3iDKok/TxrvYwoW8BI/AAAAAAAACOw/yDuxuDBJDUM/s1600/GEDC0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700131487040860178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD7eK3iDKok/TxrvYwoW8BI/AAAAAAAACOw/yDuxuDBJDUM/s320/GEDC0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-5828226009600826756?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today was the only day I could go unless I put it off for a couple of more weeks. hmmmmm, I kept putting off sending Christmas cards and they never did get sent. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9DYR6qwEek/TxS8o5CtWmI/AAAAAAAACOU/MsbxxK7iEa4/s1600/41578_117135118298520_143088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698386839223491170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9DYR6qwEek/TxS8o5CtWmI/AAAAAAAACOU/MsbxxK7iEa4/s320/41578_117135118298520_143088_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found out that mom needed a vacuum. I decided to check out the thrift store and see if they had any and if they didn't I'd make a detour to Walmart and buy a new one for her. Our local thrift store had 2 vacuums, not a common item for them to have. They both looked good and I purchased the one I thought would work best for her tiny apartment. I can't believe how many times I find just what I am looking for! Then I was ready for my 82 mile drive to moms.&lt;br /&gt;I actually enjoy driving by myself, it was a nice day and I usually listen to radio talk shows ...and can find out some 'useful' information: did you know that: &lt;em&gt;Bubble wrap was invented in 1957 by engineers Alfred Fielding and Marc Chavannes. Fielding and Chavannes sealed two shower curtains together, creating a smattering of air bubbles, which they originally tried to sell as wallpaper. When the product turned out to be unsuccessful as wallpaper, the team marketed it as greenhouse insulation. Although Bubble Wrap was branded by Sealed Air Corporation (founded by Fielding and Chavannes) in 1960, it was not until a few years later that its use in protective packaging was discovered. &lt;/em&gt;I copied that from Wikipedia but that is one of the tid bits of trivia the radio talk show host shared. She also shared a recipe for Beef Enchilada Bake, it sounded easy and good so I emailed her and asked for the recipe. I have done that in the past so I am confident I'll get the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;Wisconsin has a lot of rural area and I drive through it on my way....some interesting sights I saw on my way were: the Polish Pickle bar, a hawk in the road and I think one in a tree (but it is hard to look up when you are driving), and a couple of blocks down from the Polish Pickle was Porcupine Acres. I didn't have my camera with me but I was lucky enough to get the bar sign from their facebook page. So, you see, it wasn't a boring drive at all.&lt;br /&gt;After I visited with mom I took a circular route home in order to stop at Archiver's so I could use my credit before it expired. I didn't buy much because my coupons weren't good until the 21st. I stopped at Goodwill and looked around a bit, bought a pair of yoga pants to wear around the house. They are comfy to weary when cleaning (or not, whichever the case may be).&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to get off the computer and clean up my kitchen counter and table. My granddaughter is spending the weekend with us. I'm picking her up Wednesday after work so don't have much time to get this place presentable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-991785249145062537?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In fact, hubby went golfing the day after Christmas. Yesterday, when I was out and about on my lunch hour, it was sunny and 54 degrees. If I didn't know it was Jan 11 I would have sworn it was a gorgeous spring day! If our winter temperature hovered around 35-45 I wouldn't complain one bit. I'm definitely a fair weather friend. One winter I lived in Colorado Springs, CO. and it wasn't too bad. Seems like after a snowfall we'd get a nice warm day and it would melt a day or 2 later. Today (the day I was going to visit my mother) we are under a winter storm watch and expecting winds and 4-6" of snow. Nothing happening yet but by the time I come home it could be a mess so I've rescheduled my drive for Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyP7tAiNnV0/Tw7o3fCWsVI/AAAAAAAACNM/5HIaOq0bsb0/s1600/grass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696746618592080210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyP7tAiNnV0/Tw7o3fCWsVI/AAAAAAAACNM/5HIaOq0bsb0/s320/grass.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the GREEN grass? That's unheard of in Wi in January but I LOVE it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmtDxwE-6lI/Tw7o3z1xBCI/AAAAAAAACNc/WOWprtWyJ40/s1600/grass1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696746624176423970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmtDxwE-6lI/Tw7o3z1xBCI/AAAAAAAACNc/WOWprtWyJ40/s320/grass1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the before of our backyard........it won't look like this tomorrow. Guess I'll just be thankful we had this reprieve from real winter weather. Looking on the bright side I see that it is not dark when I leave work (at 4;30) anymore and it IS the middle of January so we have lost almost 2 months of winter weather!!!&lt;em&gt; happy dance-happy dance &lt;/em&gt;On the other hand I seem to remember not having spring last year.........so I hope this late onset of winter weather does not push summer back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FINALLY took the ornaments off the tree last night so today I can take it down and I guess I'll work on purging a few more Christmas decorations and then putting holiday things away. I also need to clean off my table downstairs....next weekend my 11 year old granddaughter and her friend are coming for a long weekend. The girls might want to do some crafts and I need to have a place for them to create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-1402824469651736236?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Probably...... I didn't do as much shopping for Christmas gifts this year as I have previously done because a lot of people received cash or gift cards from us. I love listening to people and then finding the perfect (in my mind) gift. What's even better is finding it on clearance! I always hit the clearance section first and have my eyes open for gifts for the grand kids all year round. I can shop for a good part of the day all by myself, I wander around and look at all kinds of stuff. Of course I don't do that all of the time, if I'm shopping for a specific event I usually have an idea. I try to keep in mind Senior Discount Day too, every little bit I can save helps. Unfortunately I like to shop for myself too. My favorite place to shop is any thrift store.....even on vacation I shop at thrift stores. I really should cut back on my shopping habit.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I met my daughter at a mall 50 miles away to return her daughter to her. We live in a small town and have few stores locally: Walmart, Shopko, Kohl's, Hobby Lobby, Lowe's, Menard's....get the picture? Yes, we do have some nice small shops in the downtown areas.....but often I don't take the time to peruse them. So, guess what? After I dropped my granddaughter off I walked through the mall a bit. When I was younger, single, and thinner I use to LOVE that mall and could spend the whole day there. Now it doesn't interest me that much. I checked out a few stores but the only purchase I made was in Target. Next I stopped at Archiver's (scrapbooking store) for a few things. My Nookcolor needed to be updated and I had some questions about it so I headed over to Barnes and Noble. While in the store you can read free for an hour, so I ate lunch and read for a bit, then wandered around. Like most of the places I stopped at it was busy. I love book stores but seldom get to spend time in one. They have books, music, games, magazines....and more....oh, how I'd love to be able to spend a whole day to look at books and read. I just might like book stores as much as thrift stores, maybe more, because I don't buy books but I surely like to look at what is available...and maybe find something for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I like to shop. Some of my habits need to go away though - shopping, chocolate, lack of exercise......&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to shop? What kinds of shops do you like to visit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-4097362154301082234?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It DOES work! It did get a few laughs and suggestions to hubby that he buy me a new slow cooker. I put the kibosh on that quickly! The slow cooker is only a year or 2 old and I knew I could fix it. I found a glass cover at the thrift store, unscrewed the handle, and just put it on here, perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wetRWw2k-vU/Tv5HZeJm2UI/AAAAAAAACLo/-llFz8jPfh4/s1600/GEDC0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692065481958545730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wetRWw2k-vU/Tv5HZeJm2UI/AAAAAAAACLo/-llFz8jPfh4/s320/GEDC0183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also use it to hold my photo sensitive candle on the window sill that is too narrow. No one sees the tape so it's the perfect solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sURXzvpO5O0/Tv4-HUCdYOI/AAAAAAAACLQ/xkWxgfJneUM/s1600/duct%2Btape.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692055274401915106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sURXzvpO5O0/Tv4-HUCdYOI/AAAAAAAACLQ/xkWxgfJneUM/s320/duct%2Btape.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's also a good solution to stop the leak in my favorite water bottle that I use for my ice tea at work. The bottle is plastic, large, and uses a straw and I use it all of the time. The plastic cracked because I fill it 2/3 full with tea and freeze it then at noon I pour my room temperature tea into it and have a nice big bottle of ice tea for the afternoon or when traveling. I used super glue &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; put the duck tape over it. I know, I drink too much tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-3920943307340919531?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After church we came home to collect SS, the 'baby', hubby, some gifts, and my deviled eggs and headed 6 blocks to my BFF's (and hubby's former SIL) for the extended family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbedc3S_RtE/TvnGPKsur1I/AAAAAAAACLE/bnqjgjZqOCY/s1600/aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690797568031633234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbedc3S_RtE/TvnGPKsur1I/AAAAAAAACLE/bnqjgjZqOCY/s320/aa.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gifts were exchanged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcEEdKccpGo/TvnGOVEM_UI/AAAAAAAACK8/BBrY4Jp6Fkk/s1600/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690797553634573634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcEEdKccpGo/TvnGOVEM_UI/AAAAAAAACK8/BBrY4Jp6Fkk/s320/a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd and youngest granddaughter in the family visits with her great grandma (whom the family thought they were loosing just 2 months ago).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SD and her daughter spent the night on the 24th, Chuck drove over Christmas Day. SS and his family (they have 3 boys) came over just in time from Grandpa to cook breakfast for us all.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't make anything fancy, but it is a family tradition and we look forward to it. It's the one day of the year he cooks and cleans it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ozEJspR2cNU/TvnDiXMTupI/AAAAAAAACKg/Xiqt5jiQcQ0/s1600/blog1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690794599267941010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ozEJspR2cNU/TvnDiXMTupI/AAAAAAAACKg/Xiqt5jiQcQ0/s320/blog1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checking out our youngest grandchild's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UgltByciqQ/TvnDUjho57I/AAAAAAAACKI/N9aVFlL0-Dc/s1600/blog%2B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690794362060466098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UgltByciqQ/TvnDUjho57I/AAAAAAAACKI/N9aVFlL0-Dc/s320/blog%2B4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our son in law played the guitar while his daughter sang and danced. Granddaughter M is quite the entertainer! One of the boys joined in the dancing. Thanks Chuck! It was unexpected and so much fun, a great family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhaD7c_LWbM/TvnDTrKOqzI/AAAAAAAACKA/cIe3JgFXBmc/s1600/blog3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690794346929892146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhaD7c_LWbM/TvnDTrKOqzI/AAAAAAAACKA/cIe3JgFXBmc/s320/blog3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the boy in the background with the tool belt, he LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2BPEPLM3gc/TvnDS8hFFcI/AAAAAAAACJk/XSg7Lj9G-NM/s1600/blog6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690794334409266626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2BPEPLM3gc/TvnDS8hFFcI/AAAAAAAACJk/XSg7Lj9G-NM/s320/blog6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids got out a couple of games, including Twister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great holiday: we hosted my family on the 18th, hubby's kids on the 25th, and had some of our friends over on the 26th. I only wish the WHOLE family (his &amp;amp; my children) would be here all at the same time.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to see my remaining 2 grandchildren on Thursday, but not under the happy circumstances I had hoped for. Their other grandma passed away Monday morning. Granddaughter T (11) was close to her, Grandma Pat took care of her a lot. I got to know Pat when I'd visit my granddaughter during the day while her mom and dad were at work.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I am picking my my 8 year old granddaughter so she can spend a long weekend with us. We will probably have our 6 year old grandson here on New Year's Eve too....what can a grandma do with a boy who LOVES Pokemon and a girly girl on New Year's Eve????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-1634830884867225189?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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NO SNOW to dig out from under (yet).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kxDZzWEHFE/TvKDCgx21mI/AAAAAAAACJA/xCT6QyHuodo/s1600/GEDC0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688753358504384098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kxDZzWEHFE/TvKDCgx21mI/AAAAAAAACJA/xCT6QyHuodo/s320/GEDC0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't mind one bit not having snow for Christmas, in fact I like the greenish grass bare. Yesterday I drove to my daughter's to watch my granddaughters concert. It was a long day, I left at 9AM and arrived home at 6:45PM. It was in the mid 30's with sunshine part of the day, my coat stayed in the car, a sweater was fine. I had to do a little shopping on the way there and again on the way home....because I didn't leave as early as I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IoHWM-McJTE/TvKDCP7pwvI/AAAAAAAACI0/e9nRVfW1GIE/s1600/GEDC0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688753353982067442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IoHWM-McJTE/TvKDCP7pwvI/AAAAAAAACI0/e9nRVfW1GIE/s320/GEDC0224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't stay at Amy's after the program because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; kids wanted to go to their tae kwon do party and Amy wasn't feeling too good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htIxRySnkkU/TvKDB9J1pNI/AAAAAAAACIo/NonqCo4acN4/s1600/GEDC0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688753348941292754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htIxRySnkkU/TvKDB9J1pNI/AAAAAAAACIo/NonqCo4acN4/s320/GEDC0225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stopped at these shops (first time ever in 15 years that I have been driving past) to see if I could get a good Christmas decoration photo...but as I was turning around I spotted the last shop-a St Vincent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Paul store....so I had to stop in. It was really nice....and....I found some red flats &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I had been looking for and some shoes for one of my grandsons. Both pairs of shoes were like new. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; picked up 3 other little things.....for a grand total of under $5. I think God likes me to be a thrifty shopper because so many times he puts those things I am looking for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTFHmvB0eX8/TvKDBXnsORI/AAAAAAAACIc/90sPy4QSsQ0/s1600/GEDC0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688753338865957138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTFHmvB0eX8/TvKDBXnsORI/AAAAAAAACIc/90sPy4QSsQ0/s320/GEDC0226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sky blue pink sky on my ride home. I got home after dark and only saw 1 dead deer on the way. This is a bad time of year for night &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt;..........too many deer just run out in front of cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437546297364029186-1832244148308030165?l=lindaloveschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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