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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 04:07:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Holidays</category><category>childhood memories</category><category>Shelby</category><category>Jimmy</category><category>Mysteries and ghost Stories</category><category>Film Clips</category><category>Matthew</category><category>Nursing issues</category><category>Dominic and Jen</category><category>Arthur</category><category>Fun times</category><category>John</category><category>A Chapter Two romance</category><category>My Stuff</category><category>Oklahoma City Murrah bombing</category><category>Grief and Healing</category><category>High School Memories</category><category>Home Sweet Home</category><category>Memorials</category><category>Business and politics</category><category>Detroit issues</category><category>Andy</category><category>State Fair of Oklahoma</category><category>Doug Marilyn and Victoria</category><category>Oklahoma Weather</category><category>My Favorite Posts</category><category>Gregory</category><category>Grandkids</category><title>The Fabric of my Life</title><description>A tapestry of love, grief, recovery and continued life.</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>519</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Wgen" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/wgen" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-7153228432237173654</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-17T22:54:56.246-05:00</atom:updated><title>Oklahoma Winter, 2012</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Be1oennLAA/TxZBhYqVsMI/AAAAAAAADvY/8RuOt7HWhxs/s1600/WP_000128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Be1oennLAA/TxZBhYqVsMI/AAAAAAAADvY/8RuOt7HWhxs/s400/WP_000128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698814420295463106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;January 17, 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-7153228432237173654?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2012/01/oklahoma-winter-2012.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Be1oennLAA/TxZBhYqVsMI/AAAAAAAADvY/8RuOt7HWhxs/s72-c/WP_000128.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-6366082878854589312</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 21:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T17:18:57.618-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Black and White Angel is in Heaven</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;Our beloved dog &lt;a href="http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2008/06/hair-of-dog.html"&gt;Tom Girl&lt;/a&gt; crossed the Rainbow Bridge today. We adopted her in 1999, and was Andy's assist dog, (after &lt;a href="http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2002/03/andys-essay-about-sheba.html"&gt;Sheba&lt;/a&gt;) until his death. I'm sure he was there to meet her at the other side of the bridge, although she might not recognize him at first without his wheelchair! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommie was not sick, or at least she gave no indication. At age 13, it's normal for a dog to have a little stiffness, but she still enjoyed playing in the backyard with Marvin and Jack Daniels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Arthur found her in her bed when he went to let the dogs out. She looked like she was asleep, all curled up in a comfy position, with her eyes closed. At least there is no indication she suffered at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was half Newfoundland, and I called her my "Big Bear Dog." I often joked that I "got Tommie her very own Dalmatian," because I hated leaving her home alone when the kids and I were at school. So Tommie really is partially responsible for Marvin coming to live with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when Arthur and I got married, she had a new friend to be there during the day. Art took over the feeding and care of the big dogs, and she became pretty attached to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a sad night at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7-FU7x2bYA/Tw9XY_Wj6fI/AAAAAAAADvI/2ZKum5oM4A0/s1600/TommieGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7-FU7x2bYA/Tw9XY_Wj6fI/AAAAAAAADvI/2ZKum5oM4A0/s400/TommieGirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696868140481505778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-6366082878854589312?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-and-white-angel-is-in-heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7-FU7x2bYA/Tw9XY_Wj6fI/AAAAAAAADvI/2ZKum5oM4A0/s72-c/TommieGirl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-1832900339569477546</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-02T21:52:00.891-05:00</atom:updated><title>Prayers...</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;Please say a prayer for my blogger friend Judy, who lost her beloved husband Fred this morning. She writes the blog &lt;a href="http://judesmusings-miller.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brighton the Corner Where You Are.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-1832900339569477546?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2012/01/prayers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-134911842069258212</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-29T01:15:50.011-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shelby</category><title>Shelby's 21st Birthday</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;I can't believe how I just blinked, and now have a beautiful 21 year old daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdzs9Ech7kE/TvwAq-wvPNI/AAAAAAAADuw/pp9WEnDaOf8/s1600/392186_2471113304263_1445280113_32117728_55011531_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdzs9Ech7kE/TvwAq-wvPNI/AAAAAAAADuw/pp9WEnDaOf8/s320/392186_2471113304263_1445280113_32117728_55011531_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691424767491390674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the evening she was born, it seemed like she would &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; be my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9h10mpLTGw8/TvwDneW5e1I/AAAAAAAADu8/GCWeRBgw9DM/s1600/Newborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9h10mpLTGw8/TvwDneW5e1I/AAAAAAAADu8/GCWeRBgw9DM/s320/Newborn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691428005788351314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing has changed. She always &lt;i&gt;WILL&lt;/i&gt; be my baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Shelby! I hope your life will be at least half as wonderful as mine has been with you around! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-134911842069258212?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/12/shelbys-21st-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdzs9Ech7kE/TvwAq-wvPNI/AAAAAAAADuw/pp9WEnDaOf8/s72-c/392186_2471113304263_1445280113_32117728_55011531_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-1335320503426553476</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-26T12:51:03.417-05:00</atom:updated><title>Busy, Fun Christmas</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;Happy Boxing Day to all! We had an enjoyable and busy Christmas. Two days of singing and three Christmas celebrations equals lots of fun! Here are a few photos taken at my Mom's, our place, and Aunt Kathy and Uncle Terry's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cpM4V5N4gvw/TvixbNhcqMI/AAAAAAAADuY/MSyTzXgx_u8/s1600/DSCF8183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cpM4V5N4gvw/TvixbNhcqMI/AAAAAAAADuY/MSyTzXgx_u8/s400/DSCF8183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690493210227157186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skQ75FBWsyM/TvixLqLLvrI/AAAAAAAADuM/W9OP9ykbS34/s1600/DSCF8242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skQ75FBWsyM/TvixLqLLvrI/AAAAAAAADuM/W9OP9ykbS34/s400/DSCF8242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690492943040495282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOdyILNhw8g/Tviu6G49J5I/AAAAAAAADs4/wv-uD8hLIkU/s1600/DSCF8233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOdyILNhw8g/Tviu6G49J5I/AAAAAAAADs4/wv-uD8hLIkU/s400/DSCF8233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690490442487768978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--u8cesqCTQI/TviupxP9T6I/AAAAAAAADss/m0wfLXB5teI/s1600/DSCF8189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--u8cesqCTQI/TviupxP9T6I/AAAAAAAADss/m0wfLXB5teI/s400/DSCF8189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690490161800761250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJWt9xapGKI/TvisKXGsRXI/AAAAAAAADsg/qmjEptP1jwg/s1600/DSCF8214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJWt9xapGKI/TvisKXGsRXI/AAAAAAAADsg/qmjEptP1jwg/s400/DSCF8214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690487423183373682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUDJEM1mWwE/Tviw2n1K7RI/AAAAAAAADuA/Y7aiDmpfT9o/s1600/DSCF8210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUDJEM1mWwE/Tviw2n1K7RI/AAAAAAAADuA/Y7aiDmpfT9o/s400/DSCF8210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690492581634043154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiAx5V34whI/TviwldHTcsI/AAAAAAAADt0/_iH1HK19XGQ/s1600/DSCF8216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiAx5V34whI/TviwldHTcsI/AAAAAAAADt0/_iH1HK19XGQ/s400/DSCF8216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690492286699532994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TfcT4qfkiU/TviwT7-PbXI/AAAAAAAADto/G5iQS5469pE/s1600/DSCF8249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TfcT4qfkiU/TviwT7-PbXI/AAAAAAAADto/G5iQS5469pE/s400/DSCF8249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491985745374578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqHcxsM9jXA/TviwL02U97I/AAAAAAAADtc/XUdjdrt6oT0/s1600/DSCF8250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rCY7GXBB2E/Tviq9gSkViI/AAAAAAAADrk/1KVmZGnTs10/s400/DSCF8282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690486102799177250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jsay-NR_t0A/TviqxDJ8SfI/AAAAAAAADrY/wnwxc4DK_PA/s1600/DSCF8302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jsay-NR_t0A/TviqxDJ8SfI/AAAAAAAADrY/wnwxc4DK_PA/s400/DSCF8302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690485888819939826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBZg90AFdQg/TviqjBcdgwI/AAAAAAAADrM/le_OmWwwsLM/s1600/DSCF8312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBZg90AFdQg/TviqjBcdgwI/AAAAAAAADrM/le_OmWwwsLM/s400/DSCF8312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690485647842575106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mFcEdd6nfc/TviyLQRuPGI/AAAAAAAADuk/JHrQ2u8f-kA/s1600/DSCF8289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mFcEdd6nfc/TviyLQRuPGI/AAAAAAAADuk/JHrQ2u8f-kA/s400/DSCF8289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690494035600227426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for all of these blessings. Next up: Shelby's 21st birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-1335320503426553476?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/12/busy-fun-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cpM4V5N4gvw/TvixbNhcqMI/AAAAAAAADuY/MSyTzXgx_u8/s72-c/DSCF8183.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-3664724502118753160</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-25T15:20:09.943-05:00</atom:updated><title>Nativity thoughts</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;"&lt;i&gt;And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him up in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People must have had much harder hearts back then than today. They were turned away because there was no room at the inn. Well, why in the heck didn’t somebody MAKE some room for them? Can you imagine the people of today refusing to give up their room to a laboring mother about to give birth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Mary and Joseph were from Nazareth, far from home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may have appeared "different" to the natives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may have spoken with a foreign dialect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Bethlehem who were not privy to the information of the Immaculate Conception may well have considered Mary an unwed mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we modern people would give up a room at the inn for any laboring mother,  wouldn’t we? Wouldn’t we do everything possible to help a poor family who decided to take a cross-country trip in the woman’s 9th month of pregnancy, even if she and her husband were of different ethnicity, different religion, and questionable morals? Of course we would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or… would we?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V16-3NdMoe8/TveEh3anfwI/AAAAAAAADrA/JYPe0Jhn93s/s1600/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V16-3NdMoe8/TveEh3anfwI/AAAAAAAADrA/JYPe0Jhn93s/s200/nativity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690162371552050946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-3664724502118753160?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/12/nativity-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V16-3NdMoe8/TveEh3anfwI/AAAAAAAADrA/JYPe0Jhn93s/s72-c/nativity.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-1895497345954459485</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-10T13:15:57.659-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Favorite Posts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grief and Healing</category><title>For a few minutes today I was Andy's wife again...</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbGsPjf6Euk/Sck_5Wp86WI/AAAAAAAACqM/Qh8PJLxquC4/s1600-h/sunrise2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbGsPjf6Euk/Sck_5Wp86WI/AAAAAAAACqM/Qh8PJLxquC4/s400/sunrise2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316851089654212962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have described my experience of being widowed and then marrying again as being sort of like living in a parallel universe. I am so in love, and feel like Art and I have always been together. We are crazy about each other, have so much fun together, are the best of friends, and sometimes it is hard to remember my past life. Then there are days that I not only remember, but I feel like that past life is just beyond the haze if I could only reach through it. Today was one of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit grey outside, and my mood matched the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 10 years now since Andy died. I have been happily married to Art for the past 7 years. But, now and then I still feel the blues... not really a grief attack, just a little bit of pesky sadness. So, I did what I usually do when I feel this way. I made a visit to the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The approaching holiday certainly wasn't helping matters any, and it really didn't help my mood when "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_v6hT_u6Zw"&gt;The Christmas Shoes&lt;/a&gt;" came on the radio as I pulled up next to the grave site. Then when I went over to the headstone, my spirits drooped further; the headstone had sunk halfway down on one side due to a recent deluge of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made my way over to the cemetery office. A nice man named Rob greeted me, and I explained why I was there. He looked up Andy's information, then said, "Well, Mrs. AndysLastName, we will take care of the problem right away." Another employee came in and Rob said to him, "I'm printing out a copy of this work order for his wife." I thanked him, and he said, "Before you leave, Mrs. AndysLastName, you can put your husband's name on the memory tree over here, and here is an ornament for your tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually comforting to put his name on the decorated memory tree. I didn't think I needed to do that sort of stuff after all these years, but it was... nice. It also was nice to be called Mrs. AndysLastName again, if only for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prepared to leave, Rob gave me the printout of the work order. He turned it over, and on the back was a printed photo of an American eagle in flight. I thought about one song I had selected for Andy's memorial service, "On Eagles Wings." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob laughed and said, "Hmmmm. It printed on eagle paper. That wasn't supposed to happen." I smiled, thanked him, and thought to myself, "Oh, yes it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped outside, I was hit by a ray of sunshine that peeked through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too bad of a day, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-1895497345954459485?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-few-minutes-today-i-was-andys-wife.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbGsPjf6Euk/Sck_5Wp86WI/AAAAAAAACqM/Qh8PJLxquC4/s72-c/sunrise2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-700470338917192666</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 04:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-14T00:20:26.822-05:00</atom:updated><title>A bit wistful before Christmas</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-m2OQdFS9c/TugwcwrM-7I/AAAAAAAADqk/oikEbjYXpWI/s1600/ChristmasDec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-m2OQdFS9c/TugwcwrM-7I/AAAAAAAADqk/oikEbjYXpWI/s400/ChristmasDec.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685847800215829426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Div align="center"&gt;There are so many people I love,&lt;br /&gt;but they are scattered far apart. &lt;br /&gt;If I could strike gold, I would travel the miles&lt;br /&gt;just for a hug...&lt;br /&gt;...or, better yet, I would bring them here.&lt;br /&gt;I would make them a good meal,&lt;br /&gt;share my space,&lt;br /&gt;a glass of wine,&lt;br /&gt;laughter,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps tears.&lt;br /&gt;And, by the time they leave,&lt;br /&gt;they will understand&lt;br /&gt;that I really do love them.&lt;br /&gt;It's just this world is too big,&lt;br /&gt;not that my heart's &lt;br /&gt;too small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-700470338917192666?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/12/bit-wistful-before-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-m2OQdFS9c/TugwcwrM-7I/AAAAAAAADqk/oikEbjYXpWI/s72-c/ChristmasDec.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-7607561897340978205</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-01T15:23:48.383-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Business and politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><title>It's a Wonderful Life.... or is it???</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font size=4&gt;  A real “feel-good" movie. A holiday classic. But why?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NbrEr626Ws/TtZB0ZwwKvI/AAAAAAAADo4/8ke4MyMyjlU/s1600/WonderfulLife4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NbrEr626Ws/TtZB0ZwwKvI/AAAAAAAADo4/8ke4MyMyjlU/s400/WonderfulLife4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680800348498832114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt; &lt;B&gt;There is a terrible side to this movie, a dark side that is still going on today.&lt;/B&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ms6bJiDv2HA/TtZZgGm5o4I/AAAAAAAADqA/lK_ktrHfQf8/s1600/WonderfulLife7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ms6bJiDv2HA/TtZZgGm5o4I/AAAAAAAADqA/lK_ktrHfQf8/s400/WonderfulLife7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680826388038919042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Here is the plot, in case you have been living on a desert island for the last 50 years:
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN="center"&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/DIV&gt;George Bailey is a small-town man whose life has become so desperate he contemplates suicide. He, like his father before him, is a champion of the poor and downtrodden in his town. Extremely honest and hard working, he sacrificed his education for his brother's, kept the family-run savings and loan afloat while still allowing ordinary residents to take out reasonable home loans, protected the town from takeover by the greedy banker Mr. Potter, and happily married his high school sweetheart. However, a series of unfortunate events plus the constant onslaught from Mr. Potter to take over the savings and loan, George feels that it would have been better for everyone if he had never been born. His guardian angel Clarence arrives on a mission to earn his heavenly wings. As George prepares to jump from a bridge, Clarence shows him how miserable life would have become for the residents of Bedford Falls had he never lived. 
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN="center"&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/DIV&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt; &lt;B&gt;The implications are pretty obvious, unless you want to cover your eyes with blinders.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bailey family and friends represent the 99%.
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&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Potter represents the 1%.&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/B&gt;Of course the Occupy Movement was not around back when this film was released. But the battle is nothing new. The masses continually battle against greed. The greedy few continually want more and more, at the masses' expense. 
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;From the movie script of&lt;a href=”http://sfy.ru/?script=its_a_wonderful_life”&gt; It’s a Wonderful Life&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDMwG-uyWt0/TtZJWjw5gDI/AAAAAAAADpo/H4Dx_dUAttQ/s1600/WonderfulLife5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDMwG-uyWt0/TtZJWjw5gDI/AAAAAAAADpo/H4Dx_dUAttQ/s400/WonderfulLife5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680808631880745010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;MR. BAILEY (George's father)
&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crying, Mr. Potter.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;POTTER
&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're begging, and that's a whole lot worse.
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&lt;br /&gt;MR. BAILEY
&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking is thirty days more . . . 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE (interrupting)
&lt;br /&gt;Pop!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;MR. BAILEY
&lt;br /&gt;Just a minute, son.
&lt;br /&gt;(to Potter)
&lt;br /&gt;Just thirty short days. I'll dig up that five thousand somehow.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;POTTER
&lt;br /&gt;Have you put any real pressure on those people of yours to pay those mortgages?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;MR. BAILEY
&lt;br /&gt;Times are bad, Mr. Potter. A lot of these people are out of work.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;POTTER
&lt;br /&gt;Then foreclose!
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&lt;br /&gt;MR. BAILEY
&lt;br /&gt;I can't do that. These families have children.
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&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE
&lt;br /&gt;Pop!
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&lt;br /&gt;POTTER
&lt;br /&gt;They're not my children.
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&lt;br /&gt;MR. BAILEY
&lt;br /&gt;But they're somebody's children.
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&lt;br /&gt;POTTER
&lt;br /&gt;Are you running a business or a charity ward?
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&lt;br /&gt;MR. BAILEY
&lt;br /&gt;Well, all right . . . 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;POTTER (interrupting)
&lt;br /&gt;Not with my money!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;CLOSE SHOT –– Potter and Bailey.
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&lt;br /&gt;BAILEY
&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Potter, what makes you such a hard-skulled character? You have no family –– no children. You can't begin to spend all the money you've got.
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&lt;br /&gt;POTTER
&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose I should give it to miserable failures like you and that idiot brother of yours to spend for me.&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;You people out there, the ones who love this film, don’t you SEE? Don’t you GET IT??? Why do you feel good about the end of this movie, if you really want Mr. Potter to win? How can you cheer for George in good conscience if, deep down inside, you believe Potter is right; George Bailey is a failure, an idiot, a buffoon?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;Font size=”3”&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-159ZUOk7i9s/TtZY9E9q2sI/AAAAAAAADp0/22BnTuIVez8/s1600/WonderfulLife8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-159ZUOk7i9s/TtZY9E9q2sI/AAAAAAAADp0/22BnTuIVez8/s400/WonderfulLife8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680825786302126786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE
&lt;br /&gt;[My father] did help a few people get out of your slums, Mr. Potter, and what's wrong with that? Why... here, you're all businessmen here. Doesn't it make them better citizens? Doesn't it make them better customers? You... you said... what'd you say a minute ago? They had to wait and save their money before they even ought to think of a decent home. Wait? Wait for what? Until their children grow up and leave them? Until they're so old and broken down that they... Do you know how long it takes a working man to save $5,000? Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you're talking about... they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn't think so. People were human beings to him. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they're cattle. Well in my book, my father died a much richer man than you'll ever be!&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKMJk-EWwak/TtZe0_YobaI/AAAAAAAADqM/1Cn35IcH2n8/s1600/WonderfulLife9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKMJk-EWwak/TtZe0_YobaI/AAAAAAAADqM/1Cn35IcH2n8/s400/WonderfulLife9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680832244435414434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=”4”&gt;&lt;B&gt;Please, friends, WAKE UP!!! Or if you are already awake, find a way to let your voice be heard! More and more homes are being foreclosed upon, people are unemployed, wages are being lowered, college tuition is going through the roof. The average person cannot afford their health care, even if they do have insurance. But Mr Potter has all he needs 10 times over, and doesn't care! After all, we aren't HIS children.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUAWBIbZo8/TtZCIzWmPSI/AAAAAAAADpE/_hKmUP1upuE/s1600/WonderfulLife3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUAWBIbZo8/TtZCIzWmPSI/AAAAAAAADpE/_hKmUP1upuE/s400/WonderfulLife3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680800698965835042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;If we continue to pander to the Mr. Potters, soon this country will become POTTERSVILLE! It really &lt;i&gt;won’t&lt;/i&gt; matter whether or not George Bailey was ever born.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=”2”&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SR_t7SVmPsQ/TtZDAQ6aXZI/AAAAAAAADpQ/oCiIoYxMZEc/s1600/WonderfulLife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SR_t7SVmPsQ/TtZDAQ6aXZI/AAAAAAAADpQ/oCiIoYxMZEc/s400/WonderfulLife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680801651793485202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;…. And poor old Clarence will never earn his wings. :( &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHxpL2mJUtA/TtZEwUapftI/AAAAAAAADpc/qIaZFL1UD7I/s1600/WonderfulLife2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHxpL2mJUtA/TtZEwUapftI/AAAAAAAADpc/qIaZFL1UD7I/s400/WonderfulLife2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680803576879349458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-7607561897340978205?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-wonderful-life-or-is-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NbrEr626Ws/TtZB0ZwwKvI/AAAAAAAADo4/8ke4MyMyjlU/s72-c/WonderfulLife4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-4514959569871222832</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 04:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-17T00:00:47.791-05:00</atom:updated><title>Another Annual Tradition</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, on the night the first hard freeze is predicted, we go out and clip all of the blooming roses of the rose bushes. This year there were quite a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVHUrOK9g_4/TsSS1ngmJ4I/AAAAAAAADoo/NQgD7dyEwBo/s1600/Roses%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVHUrOK9g_4/TsSS1ngmJ4I/AAAAAAAADoo/NQgD7dyEwBo/s400/Roses%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675822880230090626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... including one perfect yellow bud that makes a perfect center piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of another growing season, and tonight I'm feeling just a bit wistful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1334290892133546402-4514959569871222832?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-annual-tradition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVHUrOK9g_4/TsSS1ngmJ4I/AAAAAAAADoo/NQgD7dyEwBo/s72-c/Roses%2B014.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-5308046664249487325</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 16:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-11T12:56:54.846-04:00</atom:updated><title>Who are the Occupy people, and what do they want??</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Occupy people are from all walks of life, and &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/10/11/idUS387529884420111011"&gt;THIS is what we want!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/10/11/idUS387529884420111011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-5308046664249487325?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-are-occupy-people-and-what-do-they.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-8493649478519148229</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2011 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-01T23:45:04.332-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">John</category><title>Happy 17th Birthday, John Henry!</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMIkIqnlCY/TofbU_MhOnI/AAAAAAAADn4/Z6mrY2ryoFM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMIkIqnlCY/TofbU_MhOnI/AAAAAAAADn4/Z6mrY2ryoFM/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658732610422127218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PezxfpEYS0E/TofbI27rTxI/AAAAAAAADnw/V2iN3P963bI/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PezxfpEYS0E/TofbI27rTxI/AAAAAAAADnw/V2iN3P963bI/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658732402045570834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-8493649478519148229?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-17th-birthday-john-henry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMIkIqnlCY/TofbU_MhOnI/AAAAAAAADn4/Z6mrY2ryoFM/s72-c/002.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-1682259200129289224</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-17T20:35:27.983-04:00</atom:updated><title>State Fair Button 2011</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5u_A-i3juZ0/TnU66neB0QI/AAAAAAAADnY/M095-HpLyzA/s1600/StateFair2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5u_A-i3juZ0/TnU66neB0QI/AAAAAAAADnY/M095-HpLyzA/s400/StateFair2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653489685935280386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here is number twenty-five in the series. My goodness!!! A quarter of a century of fair buttons!!! 25 years in the history of a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S.... here is last year's: &lt;a href="http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-2010-state-fair-button.html"&gt;http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-2010-state-fair-button.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-1682259200129289224?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/09/state-fair-button-2011.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5u_A-i3juZ0/TnU66neB0QI/AAAAAAAADnY/M095-HpLyzA/s72-c/StateFair2011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-2683483708155636660</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2011 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-09T19:13:30.860-04:00</atom:updated><title>Politics and Respect</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;I am honored to have a large group of friends, with a diverse lot of political beliefs. Most of you know I lean to the left, although not quite to the point of hugging trees... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Facebook, my friends range from very far right to very far left. I have friends who are Democrats, Republicans, Independents, Libertarians, and even a couple anti-government. They say their piece, I say mine... sometimes the conversations become quite animated! However, I wouldn't be without a single one of these friends. It's these discussions that help expand my horizons of knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one common denominator that all of these folks possess that seems to be lacking in much of society today, and that is &lt;i&gt;respect.&lt;/i&gt; We are all friends of Voltaire, ascribing to the philosophy: "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the discussions continue, and let's stay friends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bHw3xadHorw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHw3xadHorw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHw3xadHorw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-2683483708155636660?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/09/politics-and-respect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/bHw3xadHorw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-3526180325948375176</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2011 07:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-24T03:57:59.951-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun times</category><title>A brief but pleasant visit</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;Although I have been very busy with Mom's move, I was able to get together with &lt;a href="http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2007/04/visiting-bear-and-kelly.html"&gt;Bear and Kelly&lt;/a&gt; and their kids for awhile today. We had lunch at a place called &lt;a href="http://route66.com/"&gt;"Pops"&lt;/a&gt; in Arcadia. I had not seen them in ages, it was so nice to be able to visit with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTywST28u28/TivMOQrA31I/AAAAAAAADlo/ryzFoVmbz7M/s1600/Photo_B7376C08-F549-9022-0B6B-B87E8F8B6308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTywST28u28/TivMOQrA31I/AAAAAAAADlo/ryzFoVmbz7M/s400/Photo_B7376C08-F549-9022-0B6B-B87E8F8B6308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632820304322551634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pops is a pretty cool place, they have different sodas from around the country, and great burgers. They even have Faygo, from Michigan! Good food, good company and some Faygo Rock-n-Rye... what could be better? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-3526180325948375176?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/07/brief-but-pleasant-visit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTywST28u28/TivMOQrA31I/AAAAAAAADlo/ryzFoVmbz7M/s72-c/Photo_B7376C08-F549-9022-0B6B-B87E8F8B6308.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-6353443360041296571</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2011 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-30T00:02:37.420-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday's Reflection: Coming soon to a Catholic Church near you! :)</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JCMDg7kr0o/TeMWAahmxxI/AAAAAAAADlc/4ni5rBC6etk/s1600/7846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JCMDg7kr0o/TeMWAahmxxI/AAAAAAAADlc/4ni5rBC6etk/s200/7846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612353757009856274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of stumbled on this by accident while looking for a YouTube video of a song... ANY song our choir sang today. I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanted to find Michael Connolly's "Where o Death is your Victory," but after searching all over the internet, the closest thing I could find was a download of a sound file, and the link didn't work. :( &lt;br /&gt;Giving up on that, I tried to find any of the others. No luck. Frustrated, I decided to look for the "Mass of Angels and Saints" that we are using... then, I found this! This is the new version that the Catholic Church will be switching to within the next year. So, instead of posting the past, I am posting the future! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJy8X5c3Mls&amp;feature=BFa&amp;list=PLCBA3B32000F9455F&amp;index=19"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJy8X5c3Mls&amp;feature=BFa&amp;list=PLCBA3B32000F9455F&amp;index=19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-6353443360041296571?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/05/sundays-reflection-coming-soon-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JCMDg7kr0o/TeMWAahmxxI/AAAAAAAADlc/4ni5rBC6etk/s72-c/7846.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-2407214121155890558</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2011 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-21T13:41:49.996-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">John</category><title>The end of our family's percussion era</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG8kw-H8fEg/Tdf4k0sWv1I/AAAAAAAADlU/gvYdWxajxhs/s1600/SquareDanceFlyer%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG8kw-H8fEg/Tdf4k0sWv1I/AAAAAAAADlU/gvYdWxajxhs/s200/SquareDanceFlyer%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609225172416905042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everybody knows, the Putnam City High School Band has been a central part of our lives for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDDimpasrZw/Tdfo3v58TcI/AAAAAAAADkE/OYsdp60i_FQ/s1600/44675_10150267667590721_543340720_14244261_7266189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDDimpasrZw/Tdfo3v58TcI/AAAAAAAADkE/OYsdp60i_FQ/s320/44675_10150267667590721_543340720_14244261_7266189_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609207905363185090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with Jimmy. He actually trail blazed the way for his younger siblings, as I had never been a band parent before. There was a lot to learn! Marching competitions, equipment needed, expenses, time consumed, fund raising, practicing before sunrise, coda tryouts, drumline tryouts... WOW! I had no idea what being a band parent entailed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zljWywt0NlU/TdfoJsTev-I/AAAAAAAADjs/RmiS7CJ3BHE/s1600/jimmyband.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 109px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zljWywt0NlU/TdfoJsTev-I/AAAAAAAADjs/RmiS7CJ3BHE/s400/jimmyband.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609207114122575842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, there was Shelby. I already knew the score by that time, and it was much easier... except perhaps the year she broke her ankle in the middle of marching season.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHEUoMGX9wY/TdfoV2xzUmI/AAAAAAAADj0/sow0-CfBd6w/s1600/Broken%2BArrow%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHEUoMGX9wY/TdfoV2xzUmI/AAAAAAAADj0/sow0-CfBd6w/s200/Broken%2BArrow%2B054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609207323092537954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there is John. By this time, it's a given that band is a part of our lives... except for one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMEigxyDeUU/TdfnJu4i-FI/AAAAAAAADjc/5AdaFtQqSUM/s1600/71756_1434623151088_1398232795_30954595_7603987_n%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMEigxyDeUU/TdfnJu4i-FI/AAAAAAAADjc/5AdaFtQqSUM/s320/71756_1434623151088_1398232795_30954595_7603987_n%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609206015303284818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has decided to leave the band. I can't believe it!!!! But, last week he sat down with me for a serious talk. He has a number of reasons for wanting to leave, all of them valid; the main one being he is working very hard to graduate with honors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably silly that this whole thing has made me cry the past few days, because it really is up to him. We band parents are supposed to be there for our kids, not the other way around! I keep hoping he will reconsider, but ultimately the decision is his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few other memories from the years John has been in band and even before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John seemed destined to be a percussionist back when he thought that Jimmy's practice pad made a great toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjnHcWLN3mY/Tdf00KKOdvI/AAAAAAAADk0/7_i4U379yxM/s1600/johndrum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjnHcWLN3mY/Tdf00KKOdvI/AAAAAAAADk0/7_i4U379yxM/s200/johndrum.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609221037830862578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is as the Band Queen crown-bearer back in 2005, when Shelby was a Sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCKN2QZWnOQ/TdfvGegSwyI/AAAAAAAADkU/qAFB7NP1QAA/s1600/band1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCKN2QZWnOQ/TdfvGegSwyI/AAAAAAAADkU/qAFB7NP1QAA/s400/band1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609214755460006690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From some of the football games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeQuMrR4tYg/Tdfz6cEGdUI/AAAAAAAADkk/DBk_gRmNsIQ/s1600/60728_10150275820000258_765230257_15048053_6224502_n%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeQuMrR4tYg/Tdfz6cEGdUI/AAAAAAAADkk/DBk_gRmNsIQ/s400/60728_10150275820000258_765230257_15048053_6224502_n%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609220046204597570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLaraFgwoMM/Tdf2FpJOqmI/AAAAAAAADlE/lkd0jh3sJtM/s1600/62220_164885846860254_100000165184406_630621_7515092_n%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLaraFgwoMM/Tdf2FpJOqmI/AAAAAAAADlE/lkd0jh3sJtM/s400/62220_164885846860254_100000165184406_630621_7515092_n%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609222437717584482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rW_13p9viX4/Tdf3G73b4wI/AAAAAAAADlM/IhN5hwaEt6M/s1600/7318_1260287707510_1239193353_808343_8016240_n%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rW_13p9viX4/Tdf3G73b4wI/AAAAAAAADlM/IhN5hwaEt6M/s400/7318_1260287707510_1239193353_808343_8016240_n%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609223559434724098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's been a good time being a band parent, now it's time to rest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-2407214121155890558?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-of-our-familys-percussion-era.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG8kw-H8fEg/Tdf4k0sWv1I/AAAAAAAADlU/gvYdWxajxhs/s72-c/SquareDanceFlyer%2B001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-4757300957961604705</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2011 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-15T13:25:00.318-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday's Reflection</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;This is a song our choir sang today, but it's a much more complicated version. This arrangement really is worth a listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is Come Again," aka "Now the Green Blade Rises"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Mu-JPsfQs9A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/Mu-JPsfQs9A"&gt;http://youtu.be/Mu-JPsfQs9A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-4757300957961604705?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/05/sundays-reflection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Mu-JPsfQs9A/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-4518883812555661174</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2011 12:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-08T08:45:00.367-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">John</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shelby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jimmy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><title>A few of my favorite "Being a Mom" photos...</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'm celebrating today. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIYFH5nDXZg/TcYLxSmv5FI/AAAAAAAADiM/ZAy1pnKgnEE/s1600/Momfavorite6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIYFH5nDXZg/TcYLxSmv5FI/AAAAAAAADiM/ZAy1pnKgnEE/s400/Momfavorite6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604179727745016914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3nGeFl6Jn4/TcYLL6MqioI/AAAAAAAADh8/97T7aFdZ-C0/s1600/MomFavorite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3nGeFl6Jn4/TcYLL6MqioI/AAAAAAAADh8/97T7aFdZ-C0/s400/MomFavorite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604179085538003586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLlEx_jz-Jw/TcYUsobbX7I/AAAAAAAADiU/qkwfEO26IVA/s1600/halloween%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLlEx_jz-Jw/TcYUsobbX7I/AAAAAAAADiU/qkwfEO26IVA/s400/halloween%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604189543308418994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JR0QdLIBKfc/TcYK3tQ2WTI/AAAAAAAADh0/h7aP12cpp28/s1600/Momfavorite3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JR0QdLIBKfc/TcYK3tQ2WTI/AAAAAAAADh0/h7aP12cpp28/s400/Momfavorite3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604178738468510002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTsOqI8uCGQ/TcYKdDp_vbI/AAAAAAAADhs/9-mVkeElJKo/s1600/MomFavorite4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTsOqI8uCGQ/TcYKdDp_vbI/AAAAAAAADhs/9-mVkeElJKo/s400/MomFavorite4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604178280623095218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1HiUBngiy_4/TcYVUB7oxAI/AAAAAAAADic/4SgdMDgeECE/s1600/John_s_birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1HiUBngiy_4/TcYVUB7oxAI/AAAAAAAADic/4SgdMDgeECE/s400/John_s_birthday1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604190220169298946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9xenOK2Cyo/TcYLcn9RFCI/AAAAAAAADiE/XVzC_PUeY48/s1600/momfavorite7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9xenOK2Cyo/TcYLcn9RFCI/AAAAAAAADiE/XVzC_PUeY48/s400/momfavorite7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604179372699358242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gO6ZZDU8qiM/TcYWnpAjQGI/AAAAAAAADik/66RsMzywvVc/s1600/MomsDay.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gO6ZZDU8qiM/TcYWnpAjQGI/AAAAAAAADik/66RsMzywvVc/s400/MomsDay.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604191656588034146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8NEINE25vY/TcYKMWDpZ8I/AAAAAAAADhk/COOmhrsWsKA/s1600/momfavorite8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8NEINE25vY/TcYKMWDpZ8I/AAAAAAAADhk/COOmhrsWsKA/s400/momfavorite8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604177993504745410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeTxFLZGlBU/TcYJwis3oPI/AAAAAAAADhc/ZOljae3b1nA/s1600/ShelbyMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeTxFLZGlBU/TcYJwis3oPI/AAAAAAAADhc/ZOljae3b1nA/s400/ShelbyMom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604177515862532338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxvmM4VallM/TcYYC21eg8I/AAAAAAAADis/XkdNf7HlTlM/s1600/Me_and_Babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxvmM4VallM/TcYYC21eg8I/AAAAAAAADis/XkdNf7HlTlM/s400/Me_and_Babies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604193223667778498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I celebrating these blessings, but I am also lucky enough to have a few "bonus" kids that may have been to big for me to carry by the time they came into my life, but I carry them in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to everybody who is somebody's Mom, or is a child who blessed the life of a Mom, like all of mine have blessed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-4518883812555661174?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-of-my-favorite-being-mom-photos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIYFH5nDXZg/TcYLxSmv5FI/AAAAAAAADiM/ZAy1pnKgnEE/s72-c/Momfavorite6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-8527514846288407854</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-25T19:55:03.921-04:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Easter Monday</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;Hope everybody had a blessed and filling Easter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9gPoxLsGmo/TbYJho1LIAI/AAAAAAAADhU/EE2l84_eVRs/s1600/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9gPoxLsGmo/TbYJho1LIAI/AAAAAAAADhU/EE2l84_eVRs/s400/easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599673660182568962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my crazy crew did! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-8527514846288407854?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter-monday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9gPoxLsGmo/TbYJho1LIAI/AAAAAAAADhU/EE2l84_eVRs/s72-c/easter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-5214845005041786720</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-22T09:16:40.600-04:00</atom:updated><title>Remembering loved ones on Good Friday</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;For a number of years we have engaged in a little ritual on Good Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started because of the beautiful Christmas cards that came in the mail every year. I couldn’t bear to get rid of them after only having them up for a week, so I started leaving them up longer and longer. Then one day it occurred to me that Good Friday would be an appropriate day to take them down, because we celebrate Christmas as the day of Jesus’ birth, and honor Good Friday as the day of Jesus’ death. Then, of course, Sunday we will celebrate the Great Resurrection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eu_3Qmi3M14/TbF93oyn5iI/AAAAAAAADhM/oWeXrzVtWPQ/s1600/Cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eu_3Qmi3M14/TbF93oyn5iI/AAAAAAAADhM/oWeXrzVtWPQ/s400/Cards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598394206594262562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the cards we received this past Christmas. We will take them down tonight after the Good Friday service. As we take them down we will say a small prayer for each person and family that sent them. So if you sent us a card this year, we are putting it to good use! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-5214845005041786720?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/04/remembering-loved-ones-on-good-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eu_3Qmi3M14/TbF93oyn5iI/AAAAAAAADhM/oWeXrzVtWPQ/s72-c/Cards.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-3119048888748212444</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-17T16:36:47.315-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday's Reflection</title><description>&lt;br&gt;Today is Palm Sunday, and this hymn is one that is frequently used for this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xcfEO8qRp48" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcfEO8qRp48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, I really wanted to use a different one that we sang today, but I couldn't find a video. But you can listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.spiritandsong.com/compositions/15220"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. I love it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-3119048888748212444?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/04/sundays-reflection_17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/xcfEO8qRp48/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-979495079015608620</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2011 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-16T19:39:17.404-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">John</category><title>John goes to Prom!</title><description>&lt;BR&gt;Like his older brother, John is attending his first formal dance as a sophomore, since his girlfriend is an upper-classman. I had forgotten how much easier it was to help a young man prepare for the prom. A rented tux, a shower, hair combed and he was ready! Wow, is my baby ever handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something neat happened today, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow rose bush bloomed for the first time this year, and not just one bloom. There are at least a dozen blooms and buds on it! I think &lt;a href="http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2002/04/yellow-roses-for-me.html"&gt;John's dad is watching &lt;/a&gt;today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OONjwjY1Wg/TaoleDIJ3mI/AAAAAAAADhE/VLF2UumKrYY/s1600/john3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OONjwjY1Wg/TaoleDIJ3mI/AAAAAAAADhE/VLF2UumKrYY/s400/john3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596326685127073378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5L0LqW2Nv1E/TaolPT0GLPI/AAAAAAAADg8/5ZOjYsrS744/s1600/Prom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5L0LqW2Nv1E/TaolPT0GLPI/AAAAAAAADg8/5ZOjYsrS744/s400/Prom1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596326431908310258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eTMB--x1f8/TaolDv4slZI/AAAAAAAADg0/_ntRDcb3fY4/s1600/prom4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eTMB--x1f8/TaolDv4slZI/AAAAAAAADg0/_ntRDcb3fY4/s400/prom4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596326233285367186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71pC-vDhVO4/TaokwDVGjhI/AAAAAAAADgs/Vw9YO-NhiWQ/s1600/prom2011%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71pC-vDhVO4/TaokwDVGjhI/AAAAAAAADgs/Vw9YO-NhiWQ/s400/prom2011%2B10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596325894907399698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-979495079015608620?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/04/john-goes-to-prom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OONjwjY1Wg/TaoleDIJ3mI/AAAAAAAADhE/VLF2UumKrYY/s72-c/john3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-7160379940658228291</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2011 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-05T22:35:26.215-04:00</atom:updated><title>It's Tulip Time. :)</title><description>&lt;br&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-tucked-in-nice-and-cozy.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, back when my tulips were all tucked in nice and cozy? Well, the cold dark days are over, and now they are blooming in the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKZFVJ0q0d0/TZvNWIdHSFI/AAAAAAAADgU/lrlfQ8GkQH8/s1600/rose%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKZFVJ0q0d0/TZvNWIdHSFI/AAAAAAAADgU/lrlfQ8GkQH8/s400/rose%2B043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592289142421014610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMz3FHkwk74/TZvMe8g27UI/AAAAAAAADgE/oSZkCHGkCag/s1600/rose%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMz3FHkwk74/TZvMe8g27UI/AAAAAAAADgE/oSZkCHGkCag/s400/rose%2B048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592288194322689346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mHzJkBM94Q/TZvQsgv0BtI/AAAAAAAADgk/kylR4Ht13aM/s1600/rose%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mHzJkBM94Q/TZvQsgv0BtI/AAAAAAAADgk/kylR4Ht13aM/s400/rose%2B045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592292825433900754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HPhGCejlQM/TZvQaeB8c7I/AAAAAAAADgc/Y6ZiWirz6u8/s1600/rose%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HPhGCejlQM/TZvQaeB8c7I/AAAAAAAADgc/Y6ZiWirz6u8/s400/rose%2B044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592292515466998706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE Spring, don't you??? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-7160379940658228291?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-tulip-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKZFVJ0q0d0/TZvNWIdHSFI/AAAAAAAADgU/lrlfQ8GkQH8/s72-c/rose%2B043.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334290892133546402.post-4939864625227720983</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2011 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-03T16:46:41.194-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday's Reflection</title><description>&lt;br&gt;I am going to attempt a new regular feature on my blog that I'm calling "Sunday's Reflection." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it will be a YouTube video of a song that our choir sang that morning. Almost every Sunday one of the songs keeps running through my head all day long, so this will serve a two-fold purpose. One; I can share a favorite song, and two; maybe that way I'll get the danged thing unstuck from my brain! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is today's psalm response, and was also the psalm response &lt;a href="http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2009/07/father-frank.html"&gt;at the services for my father-in-law&lt;/a&gt;, the hauntingly beautiful "Shepherd me O God." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AmFM4jZasvs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AmFM4jZasvs&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334290892133546402-4939864625227720983?l=okwildlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://okwildlady.blogspot.com/2011/04/sundays-reflection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/AmFM4jZasvs/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

