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		<title>A new bloggy direction&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 23:15:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The time has come to &#8220;close down&#8221; this blog&#8230; but don&#8217;t despair.  You can find more bloggy goodness over at NanaHood.com.
Thanks so much for visiting!
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<p>Thanks so much for visiting!</p>
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		<title>Beautiful Things</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 22:24:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
		
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I went four wheeling with my son yesterday. He rode me around the farm and I took my camera with me. There was a field full of yellow wildflowers that was so beautiful I had to make a picture of it.
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<p>I went four wheeling with my son yesterday. He rode me around the farm and I took my camera with me. There was a field full of yellow wildflowers that was so beautiful I had to make a picture of it.</p>
<p> On the way back I made him stop again so I could take a picture of the view.</p>
<p>Thank you Lord for blessings great and small. For fields of yellow flowers and beautiful scenery.</p>
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		<title>Twenty Nine and Still Going Strong</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 01:13:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Twenty nine years ago today I said &#8220;I do.&#8221; Bill and I had an outdoor wedding at my parent&#8217;s house. I had nine bridesmaids and Bill had nine groomsmen. At the time I didn&#8217;t realize how this must have stressed my poor mother out. She never complained. In fact, I suspect she enjoyed the wedding [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://teresakindred.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/bill-and-me-at-mariahs.jpg" title="bill-and-me-at-mariahs.jpg"><img src="http://teresakindred.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/bill-and-me-at-mariahs.jpg" alt="bill-and-me-at-mariahs.jpg" /></a>Twenty nine years ago today I said &#8220;I do.&#8221; Bill and I had an outdoor wedding at my parent&#8217;s house. I had nine bridesmaids and Bill had nine groomsmen. At the time I didn&#8217;t realize how this must have stressed my poor mother out. She never complained. In fact, I suspect she enjoyed the wedding more than I did because it was the wedding she never had. My dad and mom eloped. She was sixteen and he was twenty six. They snuck off to Tennessee, tied the knot and surprised everyone back home with a phone call. I wasn&#8217;t there of course but I don&#8217;t think the news was well received.</p>
<p>Anyway, mom and dad both seemed to enjoy my wedding. They loved Bill and were really happy to have him as a son-in-law. My brother was thrilled I&#8217;d found someone he actually liked and my friends all liked him too. Bill was a Michigan boy, a Yankee through and through, but he adapted so well to the south that he fit right in. He learned to love Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings. He gave up hockey for UK Basketball (well he still watches hockey but not as much as basketball) and he quickly caught on to the difference in corn and squash.</p>
<p>Twenty nine years, five children and one grandchild later, we&#8217;re still in love and plan to stay that way for at least twenty nine more years.</p>
<p>I love you honey. Happy Anniversary.</p>
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		<title>Dog Days of Summer</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 02:25:44 +0000</pubDate>
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It&#8217;s the end of summer and I think my dogs know it. They search out the shade, pant, drink water, pee on a tree and go back to the shade. I&#8217;m not sure how I ended up with so many dogs but I can testify that they are all equally loved. My twin boys will [...]]]></description>
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<p>It&#8217;s the end of summer and I think my dogs know it. They search out the shade, pant, drink water, pee on a tree and go back to the shade. I&#8217;m not sure how I ended up with so many dogs but I can testify that they are all equally loved. My twin boys will walk right past my out stretched arms to love on one of the dogs. And they talk to them like they are people.</p>
<p>&#8220;Roxy, did you have a good day? What&#8217;d you do today girl? I missed you!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Sam, you been chasing any rabbits today?&#8221;</p>
<p>And so on and so forth.</p>
<p>So far the dogs haven&#8217;t talked back, but hey, it could happen&#8230;&#8230;</p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 22:32:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
		
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Today we went to the Bluegrass Festival at Summer Shade and listened to some very talented musicians. To be August 22nd the weather was totally weird. Cool, drizzly rain and a gentle wind blowing. It felt like fall. The bands were playing in a covered building and the benches we sat on were actually old [...]]]></description>
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<p>Today we went to the Bluegrass Festival at Summer Shade and listened to some very talented musicians. To be August 22nd the weather was totally weird. Cool, drizzly rain and a gentle wind blowing. It felt like fall. The bands were playing in a covered building and the benches we sat on were actually old church pews (and not very comfortable). I can&#8217;t imagine sitting on them for very long.</p>
<p>If you&#8217;ve never heard bluegrass it&#8217;s an unusual sound and takes a little getting used to. It&#8217;s country music but with a lot of harmony. Most of the bands sang some religious songs as well as some of their own.</p>
<p>As you can tell by the picture, my granddaughter and I had a great time.On the way back to the car we picked up hickory nuts and you would have thought she&#8217;d found buried treasure. &#8220;My da-da will be so proud of me!&#8221; she said. I&#8217;m not sure why picking up the nuts would make him proud, but it really doesn&#8217;t matter. It made her happy.</p>
<p>The best thing about the festival was it was free. Most of the best things in life usually are.</p>
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		<title>How much does customer service matter?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 19:50:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday I spent an hour cooling my heels at a local business office (which shall remain nameless). The sad thing about the waiting was that I had already been there once, waited around until I couldn&#8217;t wait any longer and then left. I came back hoping things would be moving more quickly,but they weren&#8217;t. By [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yesterday I spent an hour cooling my heels at a local business office (which shall remain nameless). The sad thing about the waiting was that I had already been there once, waited around until I couldn&#8217;t wait any longer and then left. I came back hoping things would be moving more quickly,but they weren&#8217;t. By the time I finally got what I needed I was more than a tad upset. When it comes to patience with others I do fairly well unless I can see that there isn&#8217;t any reason for the delay. The only reason they kept me waiting is because they were slower than molasses, slower than the seven year itch, slower than Grandma Moses&#8230;.well, you get the picture.</p>
<p>Even though that&#8217;s aggravating I can top that story. My son went in a store the other day and the person waiting on him was texting someone on his cell phone while talking to my son! Can you believe it? And they wonder why they are losing customers.</p>
<p>A few months ago if you walked into a car dealership sales people would trip over themselves getting to you. This past weekend my husband and I walked into one and couldn&#8217;t find anyone to talk to us. It seems the &#8220;Cash for Clunkers&#8221; program is working so well they were all worn out! When we finally found them they were all in one office talking, laughing and generally goofing off. In fairness to them when we failed to get their attention and walked back to our car someone did follow us with a brochure and hand it to us in case we wanted to come back when they got some new models in. They were completely cleaned out of the model we inquired about.</p>
<p>I realize that sometimes we have to wait for things and sometimes things happen that keep us from giving good customer service but it seems to me that a business that really cares about its customers will let you know they care.</p>
<p>This morning I got a phone call from someone who worked for a corporation up north. I am a grant writer (one of my many hats) and I couldn&#8217;t get the link to work on their web site. She impressed me for several reasons. First of all, when I emailed her about the link I must have typed in my email address incorrectly, it kept bouncing back. She was determined to find me so she decided to call. Low and behold I had left the area code off my number. She figured out that it was Kentucky and then tried different area codes until she got me. Now that&#8217;s what I call good customer service! Not only did she get me the information I needed, she proved to me that it mattered to her what I thought about her company. You can bet that the next time I buy paint (paint supplier) it will be her brand.</p>
<p>Thank you Lord for people who care about people and about doing a good job!</p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 03:12:30 +0000</pubDate>
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Today we celebrated my birthday and my son-in-laws birthday by dining together at a restaurant in Bowling Green. First, let me say that I think it&#8217;s really neat to share a birthday with Gabe. How many women can say they have the same birthday as their son-in-law? I&#8217;m not sure Gabe feels the same way, [...]]]></description>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman">Today we celebrated my birthday and my son-in-laws birthday by dining together at a restaurant in Bowling Green. First, let me say that I think it&#8217;s really neat to share a birthday with Gabe. How many women can say they have the same birthday as their son-in-law? I&#8217;m not sure Gabe feels the same way, but hopefully he doesn&#8217;t mind it. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">It&#8217;s rare for all my children to be at one place at one time so eating a meal with them at a restaurant is a real treat. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">I&#8217;m not very savy at posting pictures on my blog and can&#8217;t seem to make them appear where I want them to, but I wanted to share them with you so you can see pictures of my family. I&#8217;ll share the pictures, but it&#8217;s too late to share the delicious chocolate brownie and ice cream they gave me as a birthday treat. It was awesome, not as awesome as my sister-in-laws brownies!</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Forgive my poor photography skills and the fact that I didn&#8217;t get everyone there in the pictures. Still, you get the general idea. Lots of love and lots of good food. I am so blessed!</font></p>
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		<title>Why can&#8217;t we be friends?</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 02:42:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
		
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Yesterday a friend brought his little girl over to play with my granddaughter. Even though they&#8217;ve never met each other, the little girls immediately started playing together. Abby had gotten a pretend shopping cart for her birthday, filled with groceries and cooking utensils. The girls played &#8220;store&#8221; and played on the swing set. Within the [...]]]></description>
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<p>Yesterday a friend brought his little girl over to play with my granddaughter. Even though they&#8217;ve never met each other, the little girls immediately started playing together. Abby had gotten a pretend shopping cart for her birthday, filled with groceries and cooking utensils. The girls played &#8220;store&#8221; and played on the swing set. Within the space of an hour they were best friends.</p>
<p>Wouldn&#8217;t it be a wonderful world if adults could do the same thing? If they could meet and within minutes be friends? </p>
<p><strong>Friendship Quotes</strong></p>
<p> Kahlil Gibran<br />
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.</p>
<p>Frances Ward Weller<br />
A friend can tell you things you don&#8217;t want to tell yourself.</p>
<p>Kayla<br />
A true friend sticks with you through thick and thin no matter what.</p>
<p>Unknown<br />
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.</p>
<p>Danish proverb<br />
A road to a friend&#8217;s house is never long.</p>
<p>Unknown<br />
Similarities create friendship&#8217;s while differences hold them together.</p>
<p>Unknown<br />
To lose a friend is hardship, but to forget them is as if you died too.</p>
<p>Marie Louise De La Ramee<br />
Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends good-bye. .</p>
<p>Edgar Watson Howe<br />
When a friend is in trouble, don&#8217;t annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it.</p>
<p>Katherine Mansfield<br />
I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.</p>
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		<title>Remembering Strawberry Shakes from Gene&#8217;s Freeze</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 00:50:02 +0000</pubDate>
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I&#8217;ve been thinking about my last post, about eating more ice cream. Obviously the point of Robert Hastings essay was NOT that we should all eat a gallon of Chunky Monkey every day, but that we should enjoy life. You don&#8217;t have to eat ice cream to appreciate life, but sometimes ice cream helps create [...]]]></description>
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<p>I&#8217;ve been thinking about my last post, about eating more ice cream. Obviously the point of Robert Hastings essay was NOT that we should all eat a gallon of Chunky Monkey every day, but that we should enjoy life. You don&#8217;t have to eat ice cream to appreciate life, but sometimes ice cream helps create a celebration.</p>
<p>When I was a young girl sometimes on Sunday nights, after church, my parents would stop at Gene&#8217;s Freeze and my brother and I would get a special treat; supper at a drive-in restaurant. I always had the same thing. A bacon and tomato sandwich, curly fries and a strawberry milkshake (with real bits of berries floating in it). I know it sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen, but it was sooo good and those trips with my mom and dad and brother were so special.</p>
<p>My dad worked a lot and for him to go with us anywhere was a treat in itself. As for ice cream, he was a banana split guy. At Gene&#8217;s Freeze they came in little boats with lots of whip creme and a cherry on top and he could eat the whole thing at one sitting.</p>
<p>Mom liked ice creme sundaes but her favorite was pralines and cream, which also happens to be my favorite.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t remember what my brother&#8217;s favorite was. I guess I was too busy drinking my strawberry shake to pay much attention to him.</p>
<p>The Tasty Freeze (my name for it) is still standing and is a glorious reminder of the drive-in restaurant. Long before there was Sonic, there was Gene&#8217;s Freeze. It&#8217;s been a pillar of our little community for years and years and I hope it continues for many more. I plan on taking my granddaughter there and telling her about the days when I could eat bacon and tomato sandwiches, curly fries and shakes and not have to worry about gaining a pound or having a heart attack.</p>
<p>Those were the days! </p>
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		<title>Why you should eat more ice cream</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 13:04:43 +0000</pubDate>
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         Years ago I read an essay by Robert Hastings called The Station. It made such an impression on me that last week when I made this picture of my granddaughter, I thought about the essay and decided to re-read it. It was every bit as good as I rememered. Basically it compares life to [...]]]></description>
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<p align="left">         Years ago I read an essay by Robert Hastings called The Station. It made such an impression on me that last week when I made this picture of my granddaughter, I thought about the essay and decided to re-read it. It was every bit as good as I rememered. <font size="2"><font size="3">Basically it compares life to being on a train and says that often we get so busy trying to reach our destinations (goals) that we lose sight of the joy of our journey. Here&#8217;s a short excerpt. </font></font></p>
<p>  <em>  &#8220;Yes, when we reach the Station, that will be it!&#8221; we promise ourselves. &#8220;When we&#8217;re eighteen. . . win that promotion. . . put the last kid through college. . . buy that 450SL Mercedes-Benz. . . have a nest egg for retirement!&#8221;</em><em>    From that day on we will all live happily ever after.</em><em>    Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no Station in this life, no one earthly place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The Station is an illusion&#8211;it constantly outdistances us. Yesterday&#8217;s a memory, tomorrow&#8217;s a dream. Yesterday belongs to a history, tomorrow belongs to God. Yesterday&#8217;s a fading sunset, tomorrow&#8217;s a faint sunrise. Only today is there light enough to love and live.</em><em>So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers, climb more mountains, kiss more babies, count more stars. Laugh more and cry less. Go barefoot oftener. <strong>Eat more ice cream</strong>. Ride more merry-go-rounds. Watch more sunsets. Life must be lived as we go along. The Station will come soon enough.<br />
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<p><em> </em>Are you enjoying your journey? Are you relishing the moments? I try to, but often find myself feeling more like I&#8217;m in a race than on a journey.</p>
<p>Today I am not going to run; I&#8217;m going to stroll leisurely. I&#8217;m going to smell the roses (in someone else&#8217;s rose garden-I can only grow weeds) and I am going to give thanks for my journey and to my father in heaven from whom all blessings flow!</p>
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