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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now this one I had never heard of.&amp;nbsp; Use plain 'ol vegetable oil to help remove a splinter.&amp;nbsp; Soak the area in some vegetable oil for a few minutes.&amp;nbsp; It will help soften the skin giving you a better chance to get that pesky splinter out with your handy dandy tweezers!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Did you ever have a stack of glasses that seemed to be super-glued together?&amp;nbsp; Well just pour a little veg oil around the rim of the bottom glass and watch how easily they will come apart.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Moisten that cracked skin on your feet.&amp;nbsp; At night before you go to bed, rub some veg oil on your feet and put on a pair of socks.&amp;nbsp; You will be pleasantly surprised when you wake up how soft your footsies are!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Furniture polish.&amp;nbsp; You can make your own polish with veg oil.&amp;nbsp; Mix 1/2 cup of vinegar or lemon juice to 1 cup of veg oil and add mixture to a spray bottle.&amp;nbsp; Use it as you would pledge!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Remove pesky stickers.&amp;nbsp; If you need to remove a label from a glass jar or just a sticker in general.&amp;nbsp; Soak the sticker in veg oil for a few minutes and watch it miraculously slide off.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Hope some of these ideas work for you.&amp;nbsp; I know I'm going to have fun trying them out myself. &lt;br /&gt;
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It seems as though most were planning on using cold hard cash as their method of choice for buying this year.&amp;nbsp; I know that is one rule that our household sticks to during the holiday season.&amp;nbsp; As I have said before there is nothing like waking up on the 26th knowing that you won't be expecting a huge credit card bill the next month!&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, with this being January 3rd I was wondering if anyone has declared the ever yearly popular New Year's Resolution.&amp;nbsp; I really haven't declared any for myself this year although I suppose that I intend on canning more during the spring garden so I guess I'll call that mine.&amp;nbsp; So, what if any is your resolution?&amp;nbsp; I have listed some classic ones that seem to make the list every year or you can write in your own.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wish I weighed 40 pounds lighter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-3693983874641380714?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/vrlL5LJAonY/at-newberry-sitting-on-some-very-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/12/at-newberry-sitting-on-some-very-old.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-3192925032267403010</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T08:31:28.563-05:00</atom:updated><title>Thankful for our simple life.......</title><description>My Husband and I decided to sneak away for a quick weekend getaway to central Florida this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Oh the excitement of some alone time without the kids!(Love you guys and gals)&amp;nbsp; It never fails though that when we're on our way out of town it doesn't take very long for me at least to want to turn around and head out of dodge as quick as our 4 wheels will carry us!&amp;nbsp; As I am glancing around during the drive I can honestly say that I have seen probably at least 1000 homes that look identical to one another!&amp;nbsp; It makes me wonder if they have a button they push so their house either does one of the "chirps" or maybe makes the porch light flash on and off so they make sure they don't pull into the wrong driveway!&amp;nbsp; I guess you could say that there is a convenience to city life.&amp;nbsp; It seems that on every street corner there is either a gas station, grocery store, pharmacy, wally world, mall, movie theather, etc. to just name a few.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention every conceivable restaurant you could think of!&amp;nbsp; But, along with the convenience comes the added benefit of being able to shake hands with your neighbor through your bedroom window!! :o)&amp;nbsp; No this ex city girl desires nothing of city life.&amp;nbsp; Give me 10 acres out in the middle of nowhere where my nearest neighbor is more than a stone's throw away, where at night I can hear the crickets and their annoying musical that they put on but I love it anyway!&amp;nbsp; Plus the added bonus of the natural alarm called the roosters at 5am in the morning!&amp;nbsp; Lord let me never take for granted the beautiful painting you have gifted me right outside my front door!&amp;nbsp; How beautiful being a redneck and country bumpkin can be!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have blogged earlier about cutting back this Holiday season.&amp;nbsp; We are not participating in the annual gift giving exchange with the family.&amp;nbsp; I think the money would be more wisely used for possibly a local charity that helps the less fortunate during this time of year or in our case put it towards our Church's Lottie Moon Christmas offering this year.&amp;nbsp; However, regardless of the amount we spend we do have one important rule that we are faithful in keeping.&amp;nbsp; We DO NOT put our Christmas on credit!&amp;nbsp; It is a wonderful feeling knowing that when you wake up on the 26th you won't be expecting a huge bill at the beginning of the month!&amp;nbsp; So, what are you going to use this year?&amp;nbsp; Cash or Credit?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday was a wonderful time sharing the day with family and friends.&amp;nbsp; We had an absolutely delicious dinner followed by the taking of family photos.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would share a slideshow of some of our family.&amp;nbsp; Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got gas problems?&amp;nbsp; Take one tsp of olive oil on an empty stomach each morning.&amp;nbsp; It helps to prevent gas.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tummy hurt?&amp;nbsp; Mix 1/2 tsp of baking soda with 4 oz of warm water and send it down the hatch.&amp;nbsp; You burp almost instantaneously.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Got bloating issues?&amp;nbsp; Take the juice of 1/2 of a lemon and mix it into 1 cup of hot water.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Blocked up?&amp;nbsp; Take 2 tsps of apple cider vinegar twice daily and mix it with 8 ozs of water.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Heartburn problems?&amp;nbsp; Before you eat, mix the juice of 1/2 lemon along with a pinch of salt and add it into 8oz of water and drink.&amp;nbsp; After you eat you can also try 1 tsp of honey to take care of that heartburn as well.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Hope one or all of these help if you have those dreaded digestive problems! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/antiochyouthblog/blog-sig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-3623531754500886856?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/DFgijZLYCG4/few-home-remedies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/few-home-remedies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-1777136210579683476</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T15:59:20.012-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Question of the week</category><title>Question of the week.......</title><description>Well, it looks as if the classic Christmas movie "It's a Wonderful Life" won as the favorite Christmas movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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This week I thought I would throw out a poll regarding probably one of the most anticipated days of the year.&amp;nbsp; I'm not talking about Turkey Day or even Christmas, I'm talking about you guessed it......Black Friday!&amp;nbsp; So, are you going to brave the pushing, shoving, name calling, kicking, biting (hopefully not!) crowds that are associated with what they say is the busiest shopping day of the year?&amp;nbsp; I admit that I too have participated in this holiday tradition.&amp;nbsp; Not the pushing and shoving or even biting part but I have gotten up at a ridiculous time of the morning with way not enough sleep only to arrive seeing that 1000 other people got up even earlier than I did!&amp;nbsp; All for the sake of a $5.00 mini chopper!&amp;nbsp; Ok well maybe that was a little bit of an exaggeration but I did score a nice shop vac for the hubby last year for only $20 so I guess there is some savings to it.&amp;nbsp; I myself haven't decided if I am going to brave the early morning rush hour this year.&amp;nbsp; I am really cutting back on my shopping this year not only due to the economy but something just doesn't seem right about it to me anymore.&amp;nbsp; Like I said in a previous post it seems that more and more generations are relying on the amount of "stuff" that they have.&amp;nbsp; I personally think it would be wonderful to get back to the basics of what Christmas truly means.&amp;nbsp; The celebration of our wonderful Lord and Savior Jesus!&amp;nbsp; I wonder when it was that we allowed the world to turn it into a free for all?&amp;nbsp; Hmmm, anyway I hope you enjoy and participate in this week's poll.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-1777136210579683476?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/ZFmHF3tuO6Q/question-of-week_23.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/question-of-week_23.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-2482466385988611620</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T12:10:05.587-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mondays.....</title><description>Well, here I am again on a Monday waiting on the repairman for my washer!&amp;nbsp; Twice in one month, how lucky can I be!&amp;nbsp; I was just able to knock out Mount Fullbright of laundry from the last time of being without a washer for over a week!&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess it doesn't help matters that I couldn't sleep last night (must have been that 3 hour nap) so I did the next best thing......clean.&amp;nbsp; You would think with 5 kids I wouldn't have to worry about these things.&amp;nbsp; I'm seriously thinking about bring back Eva Braun for a return visit.&amp;nbsp; After waiting all weekend for the kids to get their chores done (miracles do happen don't they?), I had finally had enough of seeing the hurricane a clutter around my living room and decided to tackle it at 11pm.&amp;nbsp; Three hours later I put quite a dent into it.&amp;nbsp; Cleaned off the top of the TV, swept the living room, rearranged the dining room table, picked up the clutter off of the end tables, dusted, and even got in another episode of Law &amp;amp; Order.&amp;nbsp; Whew!&amp;nbsp; Finally went to bed around 2am, listened to Meg's Ipod for about 30 minutes (still can't seem to find mine), and finally drifted off to la-la land.&lt;br /&gt;
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With all that I did last night and early this morning you would think that I would be able to sleep in!&amp;nbsp; Nope!&amp;nbsp; Was wide awake at 6:30a after 4 hours of sleep so now I can say my hutch is clean, my bedroom has been straighted up, the clothes that are multiplying by the second in my bathroom have been shoved, kicked, and thrown into the corner so the repair guy can get to the washer!&amp;nbsp; I am now enjoying my THIRD episode of Dora the Explorer that is after watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Special Agent Oso.&amp;nbsp; Now if only I can talk the Hubby to start putting up Christmas decorations my crazy life will be absolutely perfect! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-2482466385988611620?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/f3669Eco9wA/mondays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/mondays.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-5632950428247610627</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 12:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T07:39:55.493-05:00</atom:updated><title>So that's how they're made!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/SwffkTZ2sfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sKcgq67nrYw/s1600/pumpkin+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/SwffkTZ2sfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sKcgq67nrYw/s320/pumpkin+pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406535692458570226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever wonder how a pumpkin pie is made?  Well thanks to my s/i/l Becky you finally have the answer! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/antiochyouthblog/blog-sig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-5632950428247610627?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/nUep4c4sJDQ/so-thats-how-theyre-made.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/SwffkTZ2sfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sKcgq67nrYw/s72-c/pumpkin+pie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/so-thats-how-theyre-made.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-2056667551044619312</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 10:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T06:06:17.850-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><title>Keep it Going!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/SwfJoDcBzeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/L2Hl68b-AQk/s1600/soccerbutton.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/SwfJoDcBzeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/L2Hl68b-AQk/s320/soccerbutton.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406511567636385250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With their victory last night against Williston, the Lady Dogs are now 6-0 for the season!  Even though the game started at a slow pace the Lady Dogs soon picked up tempo with some good passing and crosses.  Our Meg even had her first assist for the season!  Their next game is against Wakulla on Tuesday.  Way to go Ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-2056667551044619312?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/G7cq76Ql5I0/keep-it-going.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/SwfJoDcBzeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/L2Hl68b-AQk/s72-c/soccerbutton.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/keep-it-going.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-432219812134262136</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T13:47:05.149-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Question of the week</category><title>Question of the week.......</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Well it seems that most everyone has jumped on the 2% milk bandwagon myself included.  My mind tells me that it's better than whole milk and let's face it, I have never been able to get over the skim milk taste or non-taste!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the holidays upon us already (I am finding it harder and harder NOT to put up my tree!).  I thought I would enter the movie vault with this week's question.  What is your favorite holiday movie?  Do you prefer the classics?  Or do you like the comedies? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/antiochyouthblog/blog-sig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-432219812134262136?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/il1f8gvRnZM/question-of-week_16.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/question-of-week_16.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-8396295763720416713</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T13:24:11.773-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><title>Proud Assignment</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4Dwtwlw71k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4Dwtwlw71k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Wednesday Jacob was given a very proud task by the NJROTC at Suwannee High School.  He along with a cadet and fellow band member were asked to jointly play taps at the local Veterans Day Memorial service.  What a huge honor!  Of course he was trying to make it out like it wasn't a "big deal" or anything.  But, he didn't have a choice as to whether or not I was going.  Even Mamaw came to watch him play.  I don't think he liked the fact that I brought my camera though!  It was a great morning.  Speeches, memorials, a 21 gun salute, and of course taps played military style by echoing off of one another.  Jacob truly understood how thankful the veterans were when one older gentleman from the local DAV came up and firmly shook Jacob's hand looking him square in the face and said, "Thank you, you did a wonderful job.".  It was then that I think Jake realized how big of a deal it really was.  I have included a video shot by a local reporter of the 21 gun salute followed by Jacob and Jenna playing taps.  I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/antiochyouthblog/blog-sig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-8396295763720416713?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/OLGnbR53by8/proud-assignment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/proud-assignment.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-7217458287698709865</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T12:12:12.494-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Household Helpers</category><title>Household Helpers..........</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Here are some more household helpers to add to your filing cabinet.  Some are quite unique but simple as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soap wrappers - Don't throw away that soap wrapper!  Place in your dresser drawer to add a nice clean refreshing smell to your clothes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you find some scratches on your wood furniture, try rubbing it with a shelled walnut.  You see the scratches disappear right before your eyes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tired of your buttons coming off?  Dab a little clear nail polish on the threads.  This will harden them and make it harder for the threads to break.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you tired of your fingers being the target when nailing something?  Try holding the nail with a wooden clothespin.  Even if you miss your finger won't be the target!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have trouble with your shoelaces coming untied.  Try rubbing a candle on the shoelace making it less slippery so the knots won't come undone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eggshells make great glass bottle cleaners.  Crumble up an eggshell and put it in whatever bottle you are trying to clean.  Add some detergent and warm water and shake vigorously then rinse with water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hope these work for you!  I intend on trying them out around my house as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/antiochyouthblog/blog-sig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-7217458287698709865?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/ExHfJdesc0k/household-helpers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/household-helpers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-5771344285974307789</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T10:54:00.917-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Enjoying this lovely fall weather on a quick trip to Lake City.  Isn&amp;#39;t it wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-5771344285974307789?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/Tm_HOeb24Zg/enjoying-this-lovely-fall-weather-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/enjoying-this-lovely-fall-weather-on.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-1132350031806533381</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 11:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T06:58:23.712-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The daily grind</category><title>No sympathy here....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You know we had a wonderful weekend just getting away for a few days and visiting with family.  But isn't it always the case that the minute you get home harsh reality sets back in?  We arrived home around 7:30p and all seemed good.  The four "teens" were spending the night at their respective grandparent's homes and the only one we had with us was again "little man".  All was good until about 9:30p.  I was in the living room catching up on email and such when I started hearing the "noises".  I got up to investigate where and who they were coming from when I discovered that dear hubby was hugging the porcelain thrown and a garbage can all at the same time.  Not wanting to interrupt a good thing I walked back into our bedroom and decided to wait it out with Adam on the bed.  That's when I started hearing the other "noises".  I turned to see Adam just sitting there giggling uncontrollably.  It seems that he thought the noises that Daddy was making in the bathroom were the funniest he had ever heard!  How can you scold a cute little 3 year old sitting there belly laughing while at the same time try and hide a smile yourself because he looks so cute?!  Well, it seems that dear hubby heard our entire conversation amongst the waves of nausea.  I will have to give him credit, he saw through the agony and was able to kid with Adam as well about his "sick" sense of humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/antiochyouthblog/blog-sig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-1132350031806533381?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/fr-IDlNwzgc/no-sympathy-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/no-sympathy-here.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-2579893627110716675</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T13:40:02.582-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The daily grind</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/Svhg5aDN31I/AAAAAAAAAZI/2__LXaOjbhI/s1600-h/11-07-09_1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/Svhg5aDN31I/AAAAAAAAAZI/2__LXaOjbhI/s320/11-07-09_1114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402174292392533842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/Svhg5h_1oGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_hDA8C96qwk/s1600-h/11-07-09_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/Svhg5h_1oGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_hDA8C96qwk/s320/11-07-09_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402174294525845602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/Svhg5Lglm-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/3lccPwoh514/s1600-h/11-07-09_0913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/Svhg5Lglm-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/3lccPwoh514/s320/11-07-09_0913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402174288489192418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past Saturday the Hubby and I decided to take a quick weekend trip.  Our first stop was at "Mule Days" in Calvary, GA.  Now for those of you that may never have been there it is a huge flea market/craft fair located in a "don't blink or you'll miss it" town located just over the Fl/GA line north of Tallahassee.  I was shocked at the number of people that came to this middle of nowhere place all for the sake of celebrating mules!  And when I say mules I mean mules!  I have never seen so many in my life!  I thoroughly enjoyed all of the vendors and little man especially enjoyed the homemade ice cream.  On our "hike" around the venue, we came up on the edge of you guessed it a cotton field.  Although Adam really didn't understand or maybe just didn't care what it was, he at least stopped long enough for me to take his pic with his "buddy" for the day!  Dad looked like he was enjoying himself too!  Our next stop was to see John's brother Grady and his family in Alabama.  Even though it was for only one night we had a wonderful time catching up!  I even got my s/i/l Kathy on the Blogger bandwagon!  She is now the proud owner of her own blog called &lt;a href="http://feastingatthekingstable.blogspot.com/"&gt;Feasting at the King's Table&lt;/a&gt;.  If you have a chance stop by and drop her a comment welcoming her to the world wide web of blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/antiochyouthblog/blog-sig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-2579893627110716675?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/KK46JtnmrZk/this-past-saturday-hubby-and-i-decided.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/Svhg5aDN31I/AAAAAAAAAZI/2__LXaOjbhI/s72-c/11-07-09_1114.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/this-past-saturday-hubby-and-i-decided.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-1488505357466390692</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T11:41:51.422-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Question of the week</category><title>Question of the week.......</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Ok, well everyone must have read the same article I did for last week's question or Google must have been onfire with everybody trying to find out the answer!  If you chose Wendy's you were correct.  Most Professional Chef's actually prefer Wendy's as the favorite fast food restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week I thought I would ask a question about one of the staples of the fridge.......milk.  When buying groceries and reaching the dairy section, what milk do you reach for?  Is it whole, 2%, or skim milk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/antiochyouthblog/blog-sig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-1488505357466390692?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/z8J-kxXkBcQ/question-of-week_08.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/question-of-week_08.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-6109486392420908100</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T22:16:15.469-05:00</atom:updated><title>Only a woman can relate......</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My s/i/l Kathy sent me this in an email and I just had to share!  This is a story that one part or another has surely happened to all of the women out there and I knew you all would enjoy it!  Please share your comments about your bathroom horror!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;Ain't this the truth.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt; When  you visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile  politely and take your place.  Once it's your turn , you check for feet under  the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;Finally,  a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the  stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;You  get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so  long you are about to wet your pants!   The dispenser for the modern 'seat  covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would  hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you  carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would&lt;br /&gt;turn over in her  grave if you put it on the FLOOR! ), yank down your pants, and assume ' The  Stance.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;In  this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake You'd love to  sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet  paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;To  take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be  the empty toilet paper dispenser.  In your mind, you can hear your mother's  voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN  there was no toilet paper!'    Your thighs shake more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;You  remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's  still in your purse.. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have  to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to  do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible.  It's still smaller than your  thumbnail .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;Someone  pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse,  which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse  topple backward against the tank of the toilet.. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you  reach for the door, dropping your precious,tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on  the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET  SEAT. It is wet of&lt;br /&gt;course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too  late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form  on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there  was any, even if you had taken time to try.   You know that your mother would  be  utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never  touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't  KNOW&lt;br /&gt;what kind of diseases you could get..' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;By  this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it  flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the  bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your  legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such  force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being  dragged in too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;At  this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet  seat.  You're exhausted.  You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your  pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks You can't figure out how  to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors,so you wipe your hands with  spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;You  are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the  line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that  when you NEEDED it??)   You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the  woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need  this.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;As  you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the  men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long, and why is your purse  hanging around your neck?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;This  is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest???  you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does  take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why  women go to the restroom in pairs.   It's so the other gal can hold the door,  hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/antiochyouthblog/blog-sig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-6109486392420908100?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/3boxw-gYpLQ/only-woman-can-relate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/only-woman-can-relate.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7612444465262265542.post-8772109399146228344</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T22:13:36.142-05:00</atom:updated><title>How thoughtful.....</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/SvY3VbAUjLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/iMqH0yz_W7k/s1600-h/thoughtful+husband+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/SvY3VbAUjLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/iMqH0yz_W7k/s400/thoughtful+husband+cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401565644243373234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wouldn't we all be blessed if ours Husbands were as thoughtful as this one? :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/antiochyouthblog/blog-sig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7612444465262265542-8772109399146228344?l=www.liveoakbradybunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiveOakBradyBunch/~3/3izcPbC9FAU/how-thoughtful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Danell)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q09D46vISRM/SvY3VbAUjLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/iMqH0yz_W7k/s72-c/thoughtful+husband+cartoon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liveoakbradybunch.com/2009/11/how-thoughtful.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
