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At the end of this video series, there is a mint pea soup recipe that sounds delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-2372547028003786801?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/BltOm_GyTGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/BltOm_GyTGc/how-to-plant-peas-fine-gardening-video.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LwGEaqhLVkQ/TYecxYv7toI/AAAAAAAAAZU/aP1tTJfEhHI/s72-c/909-Fetes-Claremont-PeaSoup-LR.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-plant-peas-fine-gardening-video.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-5475499132275286867</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T09:41:59.957-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hook'em Longhorns!</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMY85QENd5E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMY85QENd5E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-5475499132275286867?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/74em7T6X5pw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/74em7T6X5pw/hookem-longhorns.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2009/12/hookem-longhorns.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-970473288058782398</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 20:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-22T12:14:32.649-08:00</atom:updated><title>Daily Inspirational Quotes</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/resource/quotes.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkpeople.com/resource/qotd/quote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-970473288058782398?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/uyozb_iRqtA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/uyozb_iRqtA/daily-inspirational-quotes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2009/02/daily-inspirational-quotes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-4146071666485340217</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2009 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-06T21:22:31.280-08:00</atom:updated><title>Encouragement for Today</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SY0ai1I7v1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/_ujES-521xI/s1600-h/LavBear-pray4U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SY0ai1I7v1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/_ujES-521xI/s200/LavBear-pray4U.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921522167365458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people think that wealth and possessions are what they truly want, but there's something far better. Aren't the things described here what everyone longs for? There is true wealth in peace with God, wholesome living, and gaining honor by being a person of character. This lifestyle involves possessing the wisdom to acquire and manage wealth properly, so that it's truly a blessing—not only to oneself but others as well. The way to get what we want most in life is to seek God's ways and his wisdom. Don't seek wealth; seek wisdom instead! Only a life lived God's way leads to true riches, honor, and justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Diane Eble, author of Abundant Gifts: A Daybook of Grace-Filled Devotions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-4146071666485340217?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/G5rBOyeOwQk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/G5rBOyeOwQk/encouragement-for-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SY0ai1I7v1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/_ujES-521xI/s72-c/LavBear-pray4U.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2009/02/encouragement-for-today.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-7587353245571982478</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T21:36:58.792-07:00</atom:updated><title>Longing for those days of R &amp; R....</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As I look at my calendar, I see that school starts two weeks from this coming Thursday. I know if you are not from California, you are probably saying, big deal, school already started here a week ago.  It's just that I am not ready for summer to end. I do love the fall and winter seasons. They are my favorite times of year, but with that comes lots of school projects, never ending spelling words, and homework. Ugh!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So as I look back over my summer, and the last weeks of the school year 2007-2008, I do long for those leisurely days of vacations, pools, and sleeping in late. So I will take this time and with the next few post, I will tell you about my wonderful adventures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The first started with our trip to Sedona, Arizona from May 16-May 20, 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SKeJtwS1J6I/AAAAAAAAASg/f9ikwKuM338/s320/2007-09-10-Arizona+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235304510992492450" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This was our yearly business meeting, but since my husband and I are the only 2 shareholders, it made it a quiet intimate meeting!  After our 1st year in business, it was nice to get away and retreat to a place that was quiet and also had a beautiful setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SKeesZb_AJI/AAAAAAAAASw/_PjHobLgk-o/s320/enchantment-resort-mii-amo-spa_0287_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235327577421185170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now my husband loves to do things in style for me, so when we got to the Phoenix airport, there was a full size limousine  waiting for us. Two hours of pure pleasure and relaxation. W&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;e popped open a bottle of White Star Champagne, kic&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ked back, put our feet up and enjoyed the beautiful scenery along the way. Once we arrived at our final destination, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enchantmentresort.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Enchantment Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, we were ready to work! (...that is, work at resting and relaxation!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SKeh3Cq4GTI/AAAAAAAAATA/9AqPWvDg9WQ/s200/041890C.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235331058823076146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Adobe Casita style accommodations amid a pristine 70-acre setting of majestic red rock  formations of Northern Arizona's Boynton Canyon. Lovely! Since we booked two packages, &lt;a href="http://www.enchantmentresort.com/packages/index.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Tranquility Package&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.enchantmentresort.com/packages/index.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Enchantment's Mii amo Package&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; we were treated to spa treatments each day.  We spent many days after our spa treatment laying out soaking up the sun by the pool or indoors by the pool reading or relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SKeio_3oIpI/AAAAAAAAATI/WYhfRiJqhfU/s200/2007-09-10-Arizona+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235331917064708754" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Our packages also included Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner daily at the &lt;a href="http://www.enchantmentresort.com/dining/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mii amo Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which featured amazing fresh meats, seafood, and poultry all made using healthy cooking techniques. We also were able to savor the 180-degree view and the beautiful sun setting on the red rocks from our dinner table out on the patio of &lt;a href="http://www.enchantmentresort.com/dining/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Yavapai Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We could have spent the whole evening just sitting there talking. My husband also treated me to a vintage bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne. The food was delicious and I was able to enjoy two of my favorites; Rack of Colorado Lamb and Buffalo Tenderloin.  We also had a wonderful Jazz Brunch on Sunday at &lt;a href="http://www.enchantmentresort.com/dining/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Yavapai Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pictured below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SKed_xaY-oI/AAAAAAAAASo/n7cqWR_AA-E/s320/yavapai_restaurant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235326810762836610" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We also enjoyed smoothies and yummy concoctions from the juice bar in &lt;a href="http://www.miiamo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mii amo spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and poolside.  One of the highlights of our trip was a wonderful cooking demonstration we went to at &lt;a href="http://www.enchantmentresort.com/dining/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mii amo Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  We were treated to Shrimp with Gyro Marinade, Taziki (cucumber yogurt), Tabbouleh, Seared Sea Scallops in Feta Cheese Cream with Tomato Cous Cous and Eggplant Caponata.  All were easy to make and replicate in one's home kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We took quiet walks at night under what looked liked millions of stars. The weather was perfect and we couldn't have asked for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We also ventured out of the resort one night to have dinner along Oak Cre&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ek at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lauberge.com/dining.php"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;L'Auberge Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. We ate outside on the open air terrace right next to the creek. The food was delicious and the setting romantic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SKd5lYFCNCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GJrPuDfWRGA/s320/2007-09-10-Arizona+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235286774867178530" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After "wining, dining, rest and relaxation", our wonderful trip had to come to an end.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My chariot was waiting. Ahhh, all good things must come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We are looking forward to going back to the &lt;a href="http://www.enchantmentresort.com/index.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Enchantment Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the beauty and solitaire of Arizona's "Red Rock Country." I hope you will consider this wonderful place to get away from the hurriedness of our everyday life and go to a place where you can eat well, and truly get some rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We came back smiling. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SKeHvi4Cc2I/AAAAAAAAASY/c1wDMeV3olM/s200/DSC03288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235302342726939490" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;P.S. Okay it wasn't all R &amp;amp; R, I did get our business meeting minutes done...and yes, it was a business trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  white-space: pre;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  white-space: pre;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-7587353245571982478?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/EPDmN8nJPfI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/EPDmN8nJPfI/longing-for-those-days-of-r-r.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SKeJtwS1J6I/AAAAAAAAASg/f9ikwKuM338/s72-c/2007-09-10-Arizona+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/08/longing-for-those-days-of-r-r.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-8861757163938212761</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-08T21:49:45.867-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Movie Worth Seeing...</title><description>&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/_widget/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/_widget/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="492" height="591"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-8861757163938212761?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/fA2ebdVJ5g0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/fA2ebdVJ5g0/movie-worth-seeing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-worth-seeing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-8450672986890730885</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 02:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:00.552-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mom always said..."Eat Your Peas!"</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SHLOuiRdhMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nrK0OgNlUQQ/s1600-h/2008_05_05-EnglishPeas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SHLOuiRdhMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nrK0OgNlUQQ/s200/2008_05_05-EnglishPeas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220462216945173698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I remember as a kid having to eat peas and hating them. I use to swallow them whole with a big gulp of milk, which was just as bad, but better than the peas by themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Fast forward, 40 + years and I never thought I would say that I love peas! But not just any kind of peas...I lovvvvvvve Fresh English Peas!  Okay, I admit, Fresh Black Eyed Peas are my all time favorite, thanks to my Grandmother who use to always bring them to our house for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. But....Fresh English Peas run a close race!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now these are not the easiest things (or cheapest!) to find in California...but then again any "Southern Gal" would tell you that you can't find good Southern food anywhere, but in Texas!  After living in California for 21 years, I am always on the search for good "Southern" food findings....Not impossible, but it will cost me a small fortune to buy the Southern things I love if I can find them in the first place. Every once in a while I am able to find "Gulf Shrimp" on a menu.  I use to be able to find Fresh Black Eyed Peas, but the store I was getting them at upgraded, and decided that a Boar's Head Deli was more favorable then those darn black eyed peas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My newest finding is at Whole Foods Markets ( which is about 25 minutes away from my house) You guessed it, it is those wonderful little green peas that I use to hate! ( but then again my mom never served them "fresh" )  At $3.99/lb. they are not cheap, but well worth the extra dollars. I buy a big bag full, bring them home, and sit on the couch to get those precious peas out of their shells. When all is said and done, I have a little bowl of gold!  You would think that you would get a lot more for your money, but you don't so I have learned to stretch those little green things to go along way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I place my "little gold nuggets" into a pot along with halved red new potatoes and let them bowl until all is tender. After draining them, I add a couple tablespoons of flour, carefully mixing it all around. Then I add some milk, lots of salt and pepper and let it thicken up to a nice and thick yummy cream sauce. I am now in heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay, I know this isn't the healthiest way to eat peas, but hey, we're talking Southern here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now that I know where I can buy my peas, I am going to look for a healthier way to fix them... The California way...after all, I'm a "California Gal" now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, here's to peas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And here's to my mom who forced me to "eat those awful green things!"...  Now if I can only get my own kids to eat green...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mom knows best, RIGHT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When I find the healthiest way to eat these things I will let you know, in the meantime, I am going to sneak them into my kids food. What the kids don't know, won't hurt them, RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-8450672986890730885?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/X-FTAyFW3ZI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/X-FTAyFW3ZI/mom-always-saideat-your-peas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SHLOuiRdhMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nrK0OgNlUQQ/s72-c/2008_05_05-EnglishPeas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/07/mom-always-saideat-your-peas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-7927006692345446393</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-27T19:13:26.541-07:00</atom:updated><title>Summer at the Beach....</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Wouldn't be summer at the beach without S'mores'.....&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hersheys.com/smores/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stats.lightningcast.com/servlets/getElement?creativeid=72578&amp;amp;streamid=26664&amp;amp;formatid=32&amp;amp;bId=308650&amp;amp;upid=A8CWG57SUxSkt9rHyvKBowE&amp;amp;ioid=62374&amp;amp;region=StandardBanner&amp;amp;resp=REDIR&amp;amp;fr=1214618780636&amp;amp;content=http%3A%2F%2Farcostream.vo.llnwd.net%2Fd1%2Fevtv1%2Ftranquil-earth384K.flv&amp;amp;geo=92602&amp;amp;ext=.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-7927006692345446393?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/XDVMTaxLKR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/XDVMTaxLKR0/summer-at-beach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-at-beach.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-7923078853959698980</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 21:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:01.631-08:00</atom:updated><title>Home Sweet Home</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SGQgqUNu4BI/AAAAAAAAAP4/aUONuGJAL6g/s1600-h/san_clemente_beach_sunset_pier_restaurants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SGQgqUNu4BI/AAAAAAAAAP4/aUONuGJAL6g/s200/san_clemente_beach_sunset_pier_restaurants.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216330179754778642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;t's always fun to go away, but I have to say that there is also nothing like "home!"  Before I tell you about all of our away adventures,  I want to tell you about one of our favorite places to spend the day. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Southern California is a vacation destination for everyone else in the world. It's so easy for us to take for granted what is right here in our very own "backyard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As a family we spend most Sundays down in San Clemente, the halfway point between San Diego and Los Angeles. This was the place I came to when I first vacationed in California, and I have loved it ever since. There are 20 acres of sand, a 1200 foot long pier, 342 days of sunshine, great places to eat, and a quaint downtown shopping area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Our starting point is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://pacificcoastchurch.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pacific Coast Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; located right off of I-5 and Avenida Vista Hermosa. It's about a 25 minute drive from our home.  We always notice about a 10 degree drop in temperature as we head down to San Clemente.  The kids are well taken care of with free donuts, bagels, orange juice and fruit punch every Sunday morning. A nice way to start off our day. We enjoy Pastor Mark's detailed study of the bible where he takes us through each verse and helps us to see God's word in a whole new light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After church, we are off to have some family fun!  We usually head down to Avenida Del Mar, the main street of shopping. One of our favorite restaurants down there to eat at is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avilaselranchito.net/locations9.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Avila's El Ranchito Mexican &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avilaselranchito.net/locations9.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. On a pretty day, which is most, we will ask for a table out on their patio. The food is delicious and their margarita's are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SGQVLjMbX_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/aJXiM-RKrcg/s200/SCcrop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317556571987954" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We have found several shops that we like to frequent also... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopblissboutique.com/t-about.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bliss Boutique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; is one of my favorite clothing stores.  The clothes are usually one of a kind and trendy.  Often it's hit or miss in finding something I like, but when I do find something, I am forever in love with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Rascal's Ladies Boutique has styles ranging from sexy to demure, classic to forward trending. They carry Clothing and Accessories, Lingerie and Sleepwear, and Brighton Jewelry. They don't have a web site, but you may find them at 114 Avenida Del Mar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And when you have a great husband like I do, he offers to watch the kids while he sends his wife off to the have a massage at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5elementsdayspa.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5 Elements-day spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. After my treatment, he suggest (yes, suggest) that my daughter and I go have a pedicure. How sweet is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oftentimes, we head down to the pier to spend our day at the beach instead of shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SGQgDb4ay8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/JT_O9E8ioXc/s200/Fishermansrestaurant.com-20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216329511797967810" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This past week, we decided to go down there to have dinner on the pier at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fishermansrestaurant.com/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fishermansrestaurant.com/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Fisherman's Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. It sits right out on the water and is the most relaxing atmosphere. While dining on the "Crab Feast" (yum-o!), we not only see the train as it goes by blowing it's horn, but we also see a man flying by with what looked like an electric powered parachute...much cooler than hang gliding!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The waves are big and surfers wait to catch the biggest one. After dinner, we sit out on the concrete barrier as the kids swing on the swings at dusk. A large group of people are picnicking at the tables, while one of the guys in the group plays soft rhythms on his bongo drums. The waves are crashing against the shore and my feet are in the sand. This is why I find San Clemente so extraordinary and the perfect place to just get away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SGQmTGReezI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1n2qKGDW8Hs/s200/design2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216336377945160498" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  If you are in town in July make sure to join us for &lt;a href="http://oceanfestival.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;San Clemente's Ocean Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. There will be fun, food and entertainment...A guaranteed good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SGQgjOd_2-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/nDivDkwT6TQ/s200/san+clemente+pier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216330057953303522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you don't have to go far from home to find a little bit of paradise!&lt;br /&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/5233674244339139932-7923078853959698980?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/RDzRRzYwVfg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/RDzRRzYwVfg/home-sweet-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SGQgqUNu4BI/AAAAAAAAAP4/aUONuGJAL6g/s72-c/san_clemente_beach_sunset_pier_restaurants.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-sweet-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-7257414481357796368</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:01.847-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sorry for long delay....</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SFmvPyOIkFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SZA0AaDY5Eo/s1600-h/BlinkieSmileyOnFloatie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SFmvPyOIkFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SZA0AaDY5Eo/s320/BlinkieSmileyOnFloatie.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213390729372012626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I've been off traveling again!  To... Sedona, Az., Amsterdam, The Netherlands; and to Dallas and Austin, Texas.  Now I am back for the summer and will have some time to catch up on my blogging and tell you all about my trips!...so much fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The kids last day of school was today.  It's hot here in California, so we are heading to the pool tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Check back soon for more blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-7257414481357796368?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/JGykaeIYLI0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/JGykaeIYLI0/sorry-for-long-delay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SFmvPyOIkFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SZA0AaDY5Eo/s72-c/BlinkieSmileyOnFloatie.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-for-long-delay.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-4546263431177254312</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:02.145-08:00</atom:updated><title>Why God Made Moms...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SCcJRe9L_TI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-0RI7TPSoUM/s1600-h/unknown-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SCcJRe9L_TI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-0RI7TPSoUM/s320/unknown-1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199134490794655026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Questions second-graders where asked about the most important women in their lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Why did God make mothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mostly to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;How did God make mothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.&lt;br /&gt;3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He Just used bigger parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;What ingredients are mothers made of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.&lt;br /&gt;2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We're related.&lt;br /&gt;2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;What kind of little girl was your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.&lt;br /&gt;3. They say she used to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His last name.&lt;br /&gt;2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook?&lt;br /&gt;3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Why did your Mom marry your dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats alot.&lt;br /&gt;2. She got too old to do anything else with him.&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Who's the boss at your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;What's the difference between moms and dads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moms work at work and work at home, &amp;amp; dads just go to work at work.&lt;br /&gt;2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dads are taller &amp;amp; stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.&lt;br /&gt;4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;What does your Mom do in her spare time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mothers don't do spare time.&lt;br /&gt;2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;What would it take to make your Mom perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on her back of her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Source: Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-4546263431177254312?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/jALekz8vvA0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/jALekz8vvA0/why-god-made-moms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SCcJRe9L_TI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-0RI7TPSoUM/s72-c/unknown-1.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-god-made-moms.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-7891006532577223916</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:02.281-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tent Camping and Batter Blaster!</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I always wonder why I continue to be a Girl Scout Leader for my daughter's troop. It's not something I love to do, but I do it for my daughter and that means the world to me. This time it was tent camping at El Dorado Park in Long Beach. It's called Junior Jamboree and I have to admit, I had a good time!  Over the years, I have learned to be a good little camper.  I know how to pitch a tent and I have learned that a good sleeping bag and a full size air mattress are a must! I have also learned that 10 year old girls like to stay up and talk late into the night. Luckily, I no longer stay in the same tent as them, so I manage to get a good nights sleep.  I have learned that 2 days is my maximum time without a shower.  Nothing feels better than taking that hot shower when I get home.  It reminds me of the same feeling I got as a kid, when I would come home from the Gulf Coast after a long day at the hot sticky beach, all sandy, and jump in to our shower. AHHH!  It was like heaven!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Now I have to share something with you....Sunday morning before we left, we made pancakes. My family would tell you that I am not a breakfast cook. It's not my favorite meal. But I have to tell you I was amazed by this product that one of the mom's picked up at Costco.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.batterblaster.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Organic Batter Blaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It's amazing! I was sold on this stuff. It squirts out just like cool whip.  No mess in the morning. Gotta love that.... Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SCCJRl_yQXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/QNitnVNz_io/s200/200711021407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197304905335980402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;This video will show you exactly what I mean....My kind of breakfast cooking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5v43YINDoI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5v43YINDoI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5233674244339139932-7891006532577223916?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/8MCN9UTcxwk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/8MCN9UTcxwk/tent-camping-and-batter-blaster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SCCJRl_yQXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/QNitnVNz_io/s72-c/200711021407.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/05/tent-camping-and-batter-blaster.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-4050384208309179271</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:02.652-08:00</atom:updated><title>Las Vegas - A Needed Break!</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So sorry for the long delay.  Life gets in the way sometimes!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Steve wisked me off to Las Vegas for a very needed break. He attended the &lt;a href="http://www.nab.org/AM/Template.cfm?Section=Home"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;National Association of Broadcasters Convention (NAB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the Las Vegas Convention Center, while I laid out at the pool and just relaxed. We stayed at&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mandalaybay.com/persona/THEhotel.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;THEhotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at The Mandalay Bay this time around. It did not turn out to be our favorite hotel in Las Vegas.  We still prefer &lt;a href="http://www.bellagio.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The Bellagio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and both decided that the next time one of us talks the other into a different hotel, we'll talk each other out of it and pay the extra few dollars to stay at the place we love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Not to say that THEhotel was all that bad, but we have gotten spoiled in the past. Especially after our last trip to Las Vegas where my dear husband put me up in a Penthouse suite in The Bellagio. We had a nice business meeting there, and it was a nice write-off! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So back to THEhotel....the room itself was very nice, but no turn-down service. Yes, we are spoiled!  The other thing lacking is a pool.  Guest at THEhotel have to use Mandalay Bay's pool, which is like a block away from THEhotel.  You either have to walk outside and through the garage or you have to walk about a mile through the casino and restaurant area.  Once you finally get to the pool, it is mostly sand.  Maybe I am just getting old, but if I want to lay out in sand I will go to Laguna Beach.  There were two pools nearby where there was cement, but there was sand in the pools.  So I guess if you are a fan of sand, then this is the place for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SA4tfl_yQVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dC5z82s2qQU/s320/Redsquare2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192137441203601746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Monday night we had dinner at one of our favorite Las Vegas restaurants, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mandalaybay.com/dining/redsquare.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Red Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;. It's located in Mandalay Bay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;It's the one time we can splurge and order Beluga Caviar. We both went for the tasting menu paired with wine. Our main course was a Roquefort Crusted Filet Mignon. I like my filet rare and it was superb!  No complaints here, we had such a nice evening. We ended our evening by going over to The Bellagio and both winning at Blackjack. There haven't been too many times I can say I came home with money from Las Vegas, but this time we did well at Blackjack, and came home with an extra few dollars in our pockets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SA4xt1_yQWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/D1Tdb_0EuAw/s320/olivesrestaurant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192142084063248738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;One of our other favorite restaurants in Las Vegas has become Todd English's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellagio.com/restaurants/olives.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Olives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;, located in The Bellagio. It has become a tradition for us to have lunch there before we have to leave and drive back home to California. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As I am an olive lover, I enjoy the complimentary appetizer of flatbreads and olives, along with both black and green olive tapenade. Delicious!  We haven't yet had a table out on the patio or by the window overlooking Lake Bellagio, so I suggest if you go there, to call ahead for reservations and ask for a table by the Lake. Along with excellent food, you will have a exquisite view of &lt;a href="http://www.bellagio.com/amenities/fountains-of-bellagio.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Fountains of Bellagio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; water show that takes place on the lake. You won't be sorry that you ate here. We keep coming back for more every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Last but not least, I can't go on a trip without bringing home a cookbook or two. This time around I picked up Wolfgang Puck's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Live-Love-Eat-Best-Wolfgang/dp/B000Y4YMKQ/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1208890289&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Live, Love, Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;- a collection of the best of Wolfgang Puck. On the opposite end of the spectrum,  I also found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stubbs-Bar-B-Q-Cookbook-Legendary-Kitchen/dp/0471979961/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1208890418&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Stubb's Bar-B-Q Cookbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;- the back cover says C.B. "Stubb" Stubblefield's Austin restaurant is a barbecue shrine! It says Stubb never let a friend leave his house hungry. Sounds like a plan to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So all and all it was a nice needed break.  To my dear husband, thanks for a wonderful time away from our hectic lives!  I love you more than anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5233674244339139932-4050384208309179271?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/EsU_cnxczRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/EsU_cnxczRo/las-vegas-needed-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/SA4tfl_yQVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dC5z82s2qQU/s72-c/Redsquare2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/04/las-vegas-needed-break.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-1423707087913738729</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:03.177-08:00</atom:updated><title>David Charles Edgar</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-0XQ460RZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SwmApdzASUY/s1600-h/27_so_racer1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-0XQ460RZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SwmApdzASUY/s320/27_so_racer1_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182824325097735570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;RACING LOVER: Dave Edgar in his dragster Jeep, taken hours before the crash on March 15 that resulted in his death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID C. EDGAR&lt;br /&gt;Age: 59&lt;br /&gt;Died: March 24, from injuries suffered in a drag-racing crash in Fontana on March 15&lt;br /&gt;Home: Modjeska Canyon&lt;br /&gt;Family: Wife Sheryl; six surviving children; three brothers and two sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Safety officer, U.S. Forest Service; Owner &amp;amp; Operator, Santiago Equestrian Center; part-time private investigator; reserve deputy, Orange County Sheriff's Department&lt;br /&gt;Services: 10 a.m. Monday, March 31 at Saddleback Church, 1 Saddleback Parkway, Lake Forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5233674244339139932-1423707087913738729?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/ik1xxdt2KbM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/ik1xxdt2KbM/racing-lover-dave-edgar-in-his-dragster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-0XQ460RZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SwmApdzASUY/s72-c/27_so_racer1_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/racing-lover-dave-edgar-in-his-dragster.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-8941479935530573650</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:03.488-08:00</atom:updated><title>In Loving Memory....</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-m4lo60RYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SvO6GytHb_w/s1600-h/dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-m4lo60RYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SvO6GytHb_w/s200/dave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181875803045250434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roman 8:28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;David Charles Edgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Beloved Father and Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;February 8, 1949 - March 24, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I will miss you my dear friend!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-8941479935530573650?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/kFq1CMBsI5g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/kFq1CMBsI5g/in-loving-memory.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-m4lo60RYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SvO6GytHb_w/s72-c/dave.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-loving-memory.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-1582985533449713729</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 21:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:03.729-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Power of Our Blessings</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-glxY60RWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1DmLpy-W5Qg/s1600-h/Mistybugtwinklebearhugs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-glxY60RWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1DmLpy-W5Qg/s320/Mistybugtwinklebearhugs.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181432901722719586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We bless the life around us far more than we realize. Many simple, ordinary things that we do can affect those around us in profound ways: the unexpected phone call, the brief touch, the willingness to listen generously, the warm smile or wink of recognition. We can even bless total strangers and be blessed by them. Big messages come in small packages. All it may take to restore someone's trust in life may be returning a lost earring or a dropped glove.&lt;br /&gt;A woman once told me that she did not feel the need to reach out to those around her because she prayed every day. Surely, this was enough. But a prayer is about our relationship to God; a blessing is about our relationship to the spark of God in one another. God may not need our attention as badly as the person next to us on the bus or behind us on line in the supermarket. Everyone in the world matters, and so do their blessings. When we bless others, we offer them refuge from an indifferent world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The capacity to bless life is in everybody. The power of our blessing is not diminished by illness or age. On the contrary, our blessings become even more powerful as we grow older. They have survived the buffeting of our experience. We may have traveled a long, hard road to the place where we can remember once again who we are. That we have traveled and remembered gives hope to those we bless. Perhaps in time they too can remember this place beyond competition and struggle, this place where we belong to one another... I first learned to do this from people who were dying, people who had moved into a more authentic relationship with those around them because only that which is genuine still had meaning for them. These people had let go of the ways in which they had changed themselves to win approval, and so they made it safe for others to remove their masks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "My Grandfather's Blessings: Stories of Strength, Refuge, and Belonging," by Rachel Naomi Remen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5233674244339139932-1582985533449713729?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/ucRgMxqU6Nc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/ucRgMxqU6Nc/power-of-our-blessings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-glxY60RWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1DmLpy-W5Qg/s72-c/Mistybugtwinklebearhugs.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/power-of-our-blessings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-4822017522073004016</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 05:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:03.932-08:00</atom:updated><title>An Easter Prayer</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-Xy7o60RVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7dBmFNPNFx0/s1600-h/john+3-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-Xy7o60RVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7dBmFNPNFx0/s320/john+3-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180814052769940818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the gift of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You gave us on Easter morning.&lt;br /&gt;Because of You we know that no problem is too difficult and even death does not have power over us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the gift of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You gave us when You were resurrected.&lt;br /&gt;Because of You we know that no matter how challenging life may be, in the end we will rejoice again.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the gift of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You gave us when You laid down Your life. Because of You we know that there is no sin too great to separate us and we are incredibly valuable to You.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the gift of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You gave us when you left the tomb.&lt;br /&gt;Because of Easter we know this world is just the beginning and we will spend forever in heaven with You.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate You, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with hearts full of praise and gratitude for who You are and all You've done for us!&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Holley Gerth-Writer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dayspring.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;DaySpring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-4822017522073004016?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/cLQXBGRyVyc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/cLQXBGRyVyc/easter-prayer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R-Xy7o60RVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7dBmFNPNFx0/s72-c/john+3-16.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-prayer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-4967306423227811434</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:04.521-08:00</atom:updated><title>I forgot...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R9f-HJxjxcI/AAAAAAAAANA/SoVYipq-hPA/s1600-h/todotattoo_648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R9f-HJxjxcI/AAAAAAAAANA/SoVYipq-hPA/s200/todotattoo_648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176885695521998274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;If you look closely at the small words underneath &lt;a href="http://www.worldwidefred.com/todotattoo.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"To-Do Tattoo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... it says "The Perfect Solution for Your Shoddy Short Term Memory!"  This set includes 12 tattoos and a skin safe gel pen (which in a few years will be a cancer-causing gel pen and will be pulled from the market!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As I get older and it seems like my 46th birthday is fast approaching, my memory seems to be going also (whoops did I say 46...I will actually be 47!)  This seems like the perfect solution, as I am always forgetting to sync my Treo, which has my "to-do" list on it. A permanent hand "To-Do Tattoo" would even be better. But in my older age, the thought of anything permanent on my body, scares me.  So I guess the real answer for now is that I will just have to become better friends with my Palm and my never ending to-do list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Okay, moving on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Did I forget to mention what we did for Valentine's Day this year. It is the first time, my husband and I have gone out on the actual day.  I know it is a month later that I am telling you about our night, but again I forgot. We went to another one of my favorite restaurants in Orange County, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turnernewzealand.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Turner New Zealand's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;. It's a quaint restaurant serving some of the finest lamb, beef and seafood in town. Turner Ranch is famous for its free-range, grass-fed meat: beef, lamb and venison. It also imports magnificent fish and shellfish. Service is excellent. The waiters never overwhelmed us, but meticulously cleared our table after each course was done. While we enjoyed a 5 course meal for Valentine's Day, you could easily make it&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; a part of a  special evening which could include an evening performance at the &lt;a href="http://www.ocpac.org/home/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Orange County Performing Arts Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Costa Mesa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R9gDmpxjxdI/AAAAAAAAANI/zgjDjZV8qWI/s200/ff_turner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176891734246016466" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;After dinner, w&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); "&gt;e cros&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); "&gt;sed the street to have a dr&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); "&gt;ink at a &lt;a href="http://www.culinaryadventures.com/restaurants/savannah/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Savannah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a contemporary American restaurant, serving American regional cooking. The warm, clubhouse décor features dark wood, oversized booths, soft lighting and stone fireplaces, reminiscent of Moulin Rouge in Paris.  I half expected to see can-can dancers in the dimly-lit bar...but was met with a delightful sound of a jazz duo, quietly playing in the corner.   The bar is exquisitely decorated with red leather booths and comfortable chairs to lounge in and has perfect lighting to enjoy a romantic evening. As we arrived on Valentines Day, the waiter quietly placed a box of chocolates on our table...A perfect ending to a perfect evening.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R9gNGZxjxeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ziHOh-0PGHg/s200/4795_image1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176902175311513058" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5233674244339139932-4967306423227811434?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/mn19bY6x2do" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/mn19bY6x2do/i-forgot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R9f-HJxjxcI/AAAAAAAAANA/SoVYipq-hPA/s72-c/todotattoo_648.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-forgot.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-6501608956355184994</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:04.842-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ah Yes.... The Thrill of the Grill !!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R9X0K5xjxYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NNoEUcVrDRw/s1600-h/king-of-grill.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R9X0K5xjxYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NNoEUcVrDRw/s320/king-of-grill.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176311814876808578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Well I can't recall when  was the last time I grilled dinner!  I know it was back in my single days. I think I grilled once for my husband when we were dating and we ate out on my patio of my apartment. So you can imagine the thrill I got from being the master of the grill tonight!  Now let it be known that you can't find any graphics on the internet that show a gal grilling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;because we all know that it's a man's job. But then so is taking out the trash and mowing the lawn.  Okay, I'm a little old fashioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I am a great griller... if I say so myself! The menu consisted of Cracked Peppercorn Beef Tenderloin, Boneless Chicken Breast, and two types of sausage: Chicken Parmesan Italian Sausage and Chicken Basil Sausage. Delicious! Too bad my dear husband wasn't here to enjoy it.  Or maybe I just wanted to brag a bit! Even my daughter piped in during dinner and said, "Mom you are a better griller than Dad!"  Oh the knife that would have cut through Dad if he heard those very words.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So let it be know that for just this one night only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; I WAS KING OF THE GRILL.   :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-6501608956355184994?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/mEcH6yKSiCc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/mEcH6yKSiCc/ah-yes-thrill-of-grill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R9X0K5xjxYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NNoEUcVrDRw/s72-c/king-of-grill.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/ah-yes-thrill-of-grill.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-6497119711659621512</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:07.971-08:00</atom:updated><title>You Cannot Unscramble An Egg!</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R8zeVrf1AoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fopvRno9lfk/s1600-h/cinnadunkers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R8zeVrf1AoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fopvRno9lfk/s320/cinnadunkers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173754535976698498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;CINNADUNKERS....have you heard of these things?  OMG....TGIF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay well it's not Friday, but these things are good any day of the week!  If I ever was to say that I have a sweet tooth, then this is what I would choose to indulge in. They are awesome!  But now TGIF's tells me they are taking them off of their menu!  Girls Night Out will never be the same in my opinion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So what is this girl to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I found the answer.... I could make my own with this nifty donut maker! But I wouldn't dare buy it...unless I am really down and out and need a little pick me up!  I would eat all 7 donuts in one sitting if I bought it. YIKES!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R8zffLf1ApI/AAAAAAAAAMY/riY6S5D6WAo/s320/img37m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173755798697083538" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gosh this was at William Sonoma, but it was such a hot seller, it is no longer on their website. Bummer!  Okay I settled for a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Oster-385182-4716-Egg-Cooker/dp/B00006IUUP/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=home-garden&amp;amp;qid=1204609857&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hard boiled egg/poached egg maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at amazon.com instead. Much healthier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, I'll still be dreaming about those TGIF cinnamon oh so yummy donuts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" All the goodness of a good egg cannot make up for the badness of a bad one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5233674244339139932-6497119711659621512?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/qQK4OPmtSts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/qQK4OPmtSts/cinnadunkers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R8zeVrf1AoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fopvRno9lfk/s72-c/cinnadunkers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/cinnadunkers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-6188460575481448989</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 02:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:08.124-08:00</atom:updated><title>How lazy can one be?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R8DTT1YOmGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hpkMh78ozO8/s1600-h/51u0h1Ko4RL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R8DTT1YOmGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hpkMh78ozO8/s200/51u0h1Ko4RL._AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170364709921003618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Okay, these have to be the ultimate house slipper! Clean your floors with your feet...you think I am kidding, don't you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;But hey, it's true, our world has now come to this. You can get your very own pair of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Slipper-Genie-Microfiber-Cleaning-Slippers-1/dp/B000ZLYNE8/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=home-garden&amp;amp;qid=1203819609&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Slipper Genie Microfiber Cleaning Slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; on Amazon.com. They are inexpensive to boot. Really, your floors will never be cleaner and your feet will thank you for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5233674244339139932-6188460575481448989?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/4VsS7ELeaFo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/4VsS7ELeaFo/how-lazy-can-one-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R8DTT1YOmGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hpkMh78ozO8/s72-c/51u0h1Ko4RL._AA280_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-lazy-can-one-be.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-4884618825260259261</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:08.337-08:00</atom:updated><title>Live and Learn...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R7PQ5lYOmFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CtNNEngtOsY/s1600-h/_Checking+In_applebearSST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R7PQ5lYOmFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CtNNEngtOsY/s320/_Checking+In_applebearSST.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166702885228943442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sorry I haven't been around lately. I just found out that our business taxes are due March 15th, not April 15th. Never assume anything!  So now I am scrambling to get all our tax files in order to meet with our accountant next week. I know I have made a few mistakes in our first year of business, but at least I am aware of the problems and can take my questions to our accountant and ask him how we go about fixing them now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have apples on my mind, as I just got Pampered Chef's apple corer, peeler, slicer gadget thingy. It's pretty cool and the only way I can get my kids to eat some type of fruit.  I have a good baked apple recipe I need to find and post. Last time I made it we said it definitely needed some vanilla ice cream with it. Apple pie was never my favorite, but for some reason this is sounding good! Anything to take my mind off of those darn taxes. Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One last point, large braeburn apples were $1.79/lb and I bought 4 apples. My total cost was $4.62 for stinking apples. OUTRAGEOUS!  Those are my favorite type of apples, so I guess they will be worth every penny, but I still can't get over the price of groceries these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay a little apple trivia....to put a smile on my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind of Apple Eater Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usapple.org/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;US Apple Association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are almost as many ways to eat an apple as there are apple varieties. What kind of apple eater are you? Compare your munching method with these apple profiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Compulsive Wedger: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This apple eater can't eat the apple whole; must have perfect, core-free wedges neatly arranged on a plate. Each wedge must equal one-eighth of an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Splitter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; This apple eater hates to deal with the core, but isn't compulsive enough to bother with wedges – just chop the apple in half, remove the core and munch contentedly. Muscle-bound types show off their brute force by twisting the apple in half with their bare hands (though in fact it's really not that difficult).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Circle Stickler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;: This rebellious sort slices the apple against the grain – across the core, to make round slices. She can often be found with convenient slices of cheese at hand. This person knows that round apple slices are much better than crackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Top-to-Bottom Type:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; This methodical muncher starts at the stem and munches all the way down to the bottom. He doesn't change the apple's position until one vertical top-to-bottom pass had been completed. He then rotates the apple to continue in the next lane until the whole thing is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Equator Eater:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Probably the most common approach, this muncher takes bites out of the center of the apple all the way around, until the apple looks something like a mushroom on a mirror. The nibbler then attacks the top, and finally the bottom, which is somewhat less convenient as there is no place left to hold apple without getting one's fingers juicy – but she doesn't mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The Streak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; This eater prefers to eat his apples in the nude – the apple, that is! He does not care about what he's been told about all those vitamins and fiber in the skin, peeling the stuff right off, preferably in one long winding piece. Once the peeling is complete, he either eats the apple whole or sliced. The latter method is usually employed, as the apple's skinless state can lead to copious juice drippings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Core-Free Cruncher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; This muncher comes in two personalities. Type B loves gadgets and small appliances. He eats a lot of apples because he gets to use that nifty "apple corer" gadget. Type A is a seedophobic and doesn't care whether she gets to use a gadget, knife or sharp fingernails - she just has to get those darned seeds out of there before she'll even take one bite! The Type A personality does avoid core disposal issues, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Stem Plucker:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Before the first bite, this apple muncher grabs the apple's stem and twists, saying one letter of the alphabet with each turn. The letter at which the stem comes off has profound meaning, usually interpreted as the first initial of the name of the future spouse. (Married munchers, take note: Turns can be modified to ensure the stem comes out at the desired letter.) Particularly curious Stem Pluckers continue the ritual by poking the outside of the apple with the stem to determine the number of children they will have, said to be equal to the number of pokes it takes to break the skin of the apple. (Hey, we don't make these things up, we just reprint 'em.) In a recent, incredibly unscientific poll, three out of four people surveyed reported themselves to be Stem Pluckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So what kind of apple eater are you?  I'll never tell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-4884618825260259261?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/GUHuVcMTdOE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/GUHuVcMTdOE/live-and-learn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R7PQ5lYOmFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CtNNEngtOsY/s72-c/_Checking+In_applebearSST.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/02/live-and-learn.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-6887548937290658873</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-05T06:39:06.396-08:00</atom:updated><title>Super Tuesday</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/b/vote1.gif" alt="Vote Button" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-6887548937290658873?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/i7eeJjGc6II" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/i7eeJjGc6II/super-tuesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-tuesday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-3919369448653212758</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:23:08.582-08:00</atom:updated><title>Can't Win 'em All...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R6dP-Qc6qOI/AAAAAAAAALw/svIvdcuw3s4/s1600-h/643256b0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R6dP-Qc6qOI/AAAAAAAAALw/svIvdcuw3s4/s320/643256b0.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163183428790298850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Well perhaps Hannah Montana and Miley Cyrus can, but it was the Giants who produced a show stopper!  The underdog Giants orchestrated one of the most shocking upsets in football history, beating New England, 17-14, in Super Bowl XLII on Sunday night.  I hope you stayed to watch the last 2 minutes of the game.  Now that is what I call a good game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233674244339139932-3919369448653212758?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/n87v1GjwojI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/n87v1GjwojI/cant-win-em-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAhKYDXKOX0/R6dP-Qc6qOI/AAAAAAAAALw/svIvdcuw3s4/s72-c/643256b0.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-win-em-all.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233674244339139932.post-6060559853447935452</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-03T15:52:25.847-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Change of Scenery!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.missdesigns.com/Sports/Super-Bowl/Graphics/sb9.gif" border="0" alt="Graphics by MissDesigns.com and LayoutLine.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;It's finally here, the big day!  It's a rainy day here in Southern California, so a good day to stay home and watch football.  I'm making homemade enchilada's, guacamole, chips, cheese dip and salsa. Not a day to watch the pounds on the scale.  This actually is one of my favorite days to watch football and I am rooting for the Giants to win, although the Patriots probably deserve to win. But what does that matter, it's fun to root for the underdog and hope for an upset! Go Giants!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So you have all my fondue recipes now, but I did want to mention that if you don't want to go through all the work of having a fondue party at home, I also know of two good restaurants you should check out. My favorite is located right across from the historical Mission in San Jaun Capistrano, California. It's called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lafondue.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;La Fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;. If you do the fondue feast, you get a choice of two items from a list of cheeses, seafood and meats. We tried the Wild Boar and the Buffalo. I was a little hesitant to try these two eclectic items, but thought if I don't try it now, when will I ever have another opportunity. Well, I am now a Bison lover! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Oh my goodness, it was delicious.  Bison tenderloin is so tender and healthy for you. Full of Omega 3 and much less fat than the meat from a cow. And most bison is grass-fed.  But not easy to find in the stores around here.  I did find some bison ground meat at our local grocery store that I am going to give a try. Okay got off on a little tangent there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Back to good fondue restaurants. The other one that is found in more states than California is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meltingpot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Melting Po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meltingpot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;. It's not as fancy as La Fondue, but just as good. (Sorry no Wild Boar or Buffalo) But now that everyone and his uncle knows about it, I have found that you have to make reservations for this restaurant weeks ahead of time. (When it first came to Southern California, you could just walk in there and sit down and eat!) We didn't have any trouble making reservations for La Fondue a few days before we ate there. La Fondue is a little more expensive, and a little more eclectic, but if you are looking for a little more casual atmosphere then I'd pick The Melting Pot. Looking for a romantic eclectic evening, then pick La Fondue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;There you have it, my take on Fondue!  Now let's play football!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5233674244339139932-6060559853447935452?l=mainlymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~4/itg3SZQbY74" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NCgD/~3/itg3SZQbY74/change-of-scenery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Diane Powers)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mainlymine.blogspot.com/2008/02/change-of-scenery.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

