<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:05:19.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeeDee-My-Alter-Ego</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a wife, Mom and Grandmother....trying to make it though life in some SANE order...NOT! I am told I have many different people living in one body, but don't we all!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-7225895425630869601</id><published>2007-03-22T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:39:29.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtxfiBAoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eY1bnyxl4Ek/s1600-h/IMG_0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044926335886099074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtxfiBAoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eY1bnyxl4Ek/s320/IMG_0629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moo look at all the stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtyPiBApI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D9Ixs2wPqLg/s1600-h/IMG_0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044926348771000978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtyPiBApI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D9Ixs2wPqLg/s320/IMG_0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;peek a Boo I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtyviBAqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HLCj6Z4hGhs/s1600-h/IMG_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044926357360935586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtyviBAqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HLCj6Z4hGhs/s320/IMG_0645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtzPiBArI/AAAAAAAAAHU/voFMMdPBFrc/s1600-h/IMG_0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044926365950870194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtzPiBArI/AAAAAAAAAHU/voFMMdPBFrc/s320/IMG_0648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to read to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtzviBAsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ju6XFvq6vMw/s1600-h/IMG_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044926374540804802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtzviBAsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ju6XFvq6vMw/s320/IMG_0638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Had a great time with the family last sundayHere are just a few pictures of the kids. I just love the grandkids so much and so look forward to see them. They can make my day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-7225895425630869601?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7225895425630869601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=7225895425630869601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/7225895425630869601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/7225895425630869601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/03/kids.html' title='The Kids'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RgMtxfiBAoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eY1bnyxl4Ek/s72-c/IMG_0629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-8999245718470708880</id><published>2007-03-18T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:19:24.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little update here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hubby came home from surgery and everything is going fine. The tumor was removed and the Dr is sure he got it all. Hubby will have to go and have some treatment so that it doesn't come back. We will deal with it when the time comes. This week he has to have the rest of the scraping done on the esophagus ( SP) and stomach. By the time he is done he will be brand new...lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well the kids will be here today for dinner and I am so looking forward to it. I have a full work week and this week is time to get ready for the egg hunt at the club. I still have a few things to be done, but have my sister to help and that is a biggie for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have a great day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness;&lt;br /&gt; it is generally the by-product of other activities.&lt;br /&gt;Aldous Huxley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-8999245718470708880?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8999245718470708880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=8999245718470708880&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8999245718470708880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8999245718470708880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-little-update-here.html' title='Just a little update here'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-2013713217072075966</id><published>2007-03-11T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:55:44.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing really new around Mole Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The only good thing is that it is starting to get warmer out and I even got out side to play a bit today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It has been a really long 3 weeks at work. One women was on vacation for 3 weeks and while she was out our 3 managers took a week off each. Then we had people out just sick. I am off this week end. Went to a bridal shower yesterday and today just chilling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last sunday we went to see the movie Wild Hogs and I have to say if you get a chance to go do it! It is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went to the Dr a few weeks ago and some of my test didn't come out to good. I knew my Lupus was just a tad off and the test was right. Just going to have to keep a watch on it for now. Don't want my kidneys to start acting up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hubby goes in the hospital this week for the tumor in his bladder and hope that this time all goes well, don't want a repeat of last time. I will be on him like a hawk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will say one thing ....getting old isn't for the weak of mind. Have to keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh I have a birthday coming up soon and Hubby bought me the Photosmart printer. It really prints great little pictures and I love the fact that you can just take it with you wherever you go. I just want to know who did the research on it ...say that the prints will last 100 year in a glass frame and 200 year in a photo album???? Have they been holding out on us and had this stuff all the years? How in the world would they know that they are going to last that long? and who going to be around to know????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well that about it for now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Catch you on the flip side Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-2013713217072075966?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/2013713217072075966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=2013713217072075966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/2013713217072075966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/2013713217072075966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothing-really-new-around-mole-hill.html' title='Nothing really new around Mole Hill'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-8092061651001885883</id><published>2007-03-05T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:45:18.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recived this in a email and it say it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BITCHOLOGY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It means I live my life MY way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or when I act a little selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You won't succeed. And if that makes me a bitch , so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. B - Babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I - In &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T - Total &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C - Control of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H - Herself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B = Beautiful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I = Intelligent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; T = Talented &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C = Charming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H = Hell of a Woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B = Beautiful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I = Individual &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T = That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; C = Can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H = Handle anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess if you got this far you know DeeDee here...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-8092061651001885883?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8092061651001885883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=8092061651001885883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8092061651001885883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8092061651001885883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/03/bitchology.html' title='Bitchology'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-4794612960907455756</id><published>2007-02-25T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:55:49.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things about me...</title><content type='html'>I try to put this on the side, but just can't get it there so here it is...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...I LOVE LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...Family!...need I say more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3..My 3 sons are my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4...I am crazy about my grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5..A smell or a song can take me back to a wonderfull time in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6...My Grandson is the apple of my eye, he is the only grandson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7...I have 5 granddaughters and they are all special in their own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8...I babysat a little girl from the time she was 6 weeks old to 5 yrs old and I love her laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9..I had a big pond and now it gone, so I visit my coi when I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10...My best friend lives in Canada and the miles don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11...One of my favorite movies is "Pay it Forward" I think we should all try it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12...Have lived in the same house for 37 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13...I think my sister is one of the bravest people I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14...I love jellybeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15..I sleeps on sofa couch downstairs instead of bed in bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16...I love Country music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17...I loved my Mom Mom so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18...I can sit and watch the birds in the yard for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19...I order weird things from the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20...I grow up in the city and now the city scare me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21..When I need a good cry I watch the movie My Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22..Have 3 wonderful sons and one great daughter-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23...I love to wear hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24...I have 4 brothers and 1 sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25...I am Rusty (person) and she is mine. She would help me get rid of the body and I would her...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26...I buy movies instead of renting them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27...I love to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28...When I feel out of control I change my hair color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29..has ghost who appears only when my children are in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30..I collects cameras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31...I want to try a lot of new things before it to late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32..I am very sensitive and get hurt easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33..Hates the thought of sister moving farther away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34..I tell sons/grandchildren weird stories about myself as small children and they believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.. I learn to knit and went crazy one christmas, everyone got scarfs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36... Loves Harry Potter movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37...I've never been in an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38...I am like a Momma bear ..don't mess with my kids or grandkids, I go into attack mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39...I hate getting out of bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40...I would do anything for family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41...Love to hear a child laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42..I love Hot showers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43..Cleaning isn't one of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44...I have just become a X-MIL From number 2 son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45...I hate clowns! They are creepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46...My Dad die when I was 30 yrs old and I still miss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47...I don't like to cook anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48...I love angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49...I love the smell of baby lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50..Nothing makes me feel better then a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51....I have hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52..I hate sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53...I wanted to be a doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54...I love the feel of the sun on my skin, but not aloud in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55...I love to have one on one with people over crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56...I have a bad temper, but have learn to control it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57...I have always seen myself as the ulgy duckling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58...I hate cold weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59...I love history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60...Love kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61...Can't stand to see any creature hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62...Didn't drive till I was 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63...I hate my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64...I am scared to death of snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65...I don't like to travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66...I love to just sit on the beach and watch the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67...I had a miscarriage at 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68....I can built furniture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69...I still after all the years of marriage see my Hubby as my hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70...I love the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71...I know alot of people, but only a few real friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72..As fast as I get money I spend it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73...I love to garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74...My desk is always clutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75...My best friend lives in Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76...I don't really like going out to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77...I love my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78...I have OCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79...I have worn glasses since I was 9 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80..I love coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81...Married for 42 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82...Got married at 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83...I am a bird watcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84...can't spell worth a darn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85...I have 3 tatoo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86..I love potato chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87...Love movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88...I hated school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89...I love taking photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90...Love being out on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91...I have a list of 25 things I have to do before I die and keep adding to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92...I have had cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93...I have Lupus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94...I wear a hair peice most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95...Never had a joint..pot or whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96...I don't drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97...I am a collecter of lots of junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98...I smoke and hope that chances soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99...Right now I am overweight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100....Can't swim&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/36814014-4794612960907455756?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4794612960907455756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=4794612960907455756&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4794612960907455756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4794612960907455756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/02/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things about me...'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-104117225358990330</id><published>2007-02-17T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:03:35.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joke on ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/Rdc0qyvpP_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/pb_Kr9aZy0U/s1600-h/DSCF6286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032549018390577138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/Rdc0qyvpP_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/pb_Kr9aZy0U/s200/DSCF6286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/Rdc0qivpP-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p7fcDMsy76A/s1600-h/DSCF6324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032549014095609826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/Rdc0qivpP-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p7fcDMsy76A/s200/DSCF6324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a early post I put that a Baltimore Oriole show up at Christmas &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdcujivpP9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9fTxjbn3IVk/s1600-h/icte_galb_AllAm_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032542296766758866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdcujivpP9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9fTxjbn3IVk/s320/icte_galb_AllAm_map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eve. Now he has been here ever since. I have keep him well feed so he would make it though the winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my surprise .....I was outside this morning and hear him in the tree singing. I look up and there are two of them! Both Male. I was wondering how one little bird could eat so much. Now it would be nice if a female show up, as I don't think the two that are out there are going to be making any baby birds soon! Oh course it wouldn't surprise me at all for me to wind up with a few gay birds....lol. After all I never got to get a Bluebird to come to the yard. Even after ordering 2,000 meal worms on the Internet for them. I do wind up with the strangest critter in the yard...lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now they shouldn't even be here at this time of year. They usually only migrate though here. So now for 2 months I have had two of them and finally caught them together.Well leave it to a man not to get direction on how to get back south....ROFL. So now we have Chris and Prancer out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-104117225358990330?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/104117225358990330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=104117225358990330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/104117225358990330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/104117225358990330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/02/joke-on-me.html' title='The Joke on ME!'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/Rdc0qyvpP_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/pb_Kr9aZy0U/s72-c/DSCF6286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-8316963626523440813</id><published>2007-02-17T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T05:56:45.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Broom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdcJOSvpP8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Op5a76uzAoA/s1600-h/broom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032501249764310978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdcJOSvpP8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Op5a76uzAoA/s320/broom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We have a small town in the Cape May area called Cold Springs. The town live like the 1800's. You can tour the town and buy things that were made for the time. I have a broom and it sit in the kitchen and has for about 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now one day Maggie our 5 yr old granddaughter was have a snack at the table and it was like she just saw the broom for the first time! Now I am a firm believer that kids are to have fun with...lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our conversation that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maggie...MomMom why do you have that broom there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MomMom...Why Maggie that is my Witches Broom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maggie ...MomMom can you fly on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MomMom...Why yes I can, but we don't tell anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maggie ...I want to see you fly now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MomMom...Oh honey I can't fly it now! It is daytime and I can only fly at night when no one see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maggie...Well MomMom is you go flying tonight and you come over to our house, just don't come crashing into the big window! I don't want you to scare me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now I am trying my best to keep from laughing. You might think she knows about the way I drive! Now as time goes on and Maggie is here many times after that day, she never brings up the broom again. One night they were here late and Maggie comes up with the idea it dark out and she wants to see MomMom fly! Now I have to come up with a reason that I can't fly tonight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well Maggie ......I can't fly tonight as the broom is broken! I have to send it out to be fixed. With that she says ok but when it fixed I want you to fly to our house so I can see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now she has ask me many of times when I am getting the broom fixed and I just tell her that they don't have the right parts at the witches store right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now the best part is she is really into the Harry Potter movies. So she is wondering if MomMom is really a witch now...lol. Oh I forgot to tell you that I am a big Harry Potter Fan and she see all the stuff around here...lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So now I have one Granddaughter that think I am a alien and one thinks I am a witch. Oh life can be so much fun with the kids....ROFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peace and Hugs Dee Dee ^i^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-8316963626523440813?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8316963626523440813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=8316963626523440813&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8316963626523440813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8316963626523440813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/02/broom.html' title='The Broom'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdcJOSvpP8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Op5a76uzAoA/s72-c/broom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-2097562938047798009</id><published>2007-02-14T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:59:53.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, sleet, ice, rain ...OH MY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9TyvpP4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_W4mq9wewRQ/s1600-h/ice+storm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031573356439748482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9TyvpP4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_W4mq9wewRQ/s320/ice+storm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9TCvpP3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3UH8-m_Xj_c/s1600-h/ice+storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031573343554846578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9TCvpP3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3UH8-m_Xj_c/s320/ice+storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9USvpP5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/MZ26ZUL1ees/s1600-h/ice+storm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031573365029683090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9USvpP5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/MZ26ZUL1ees/s320/ice+storm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9WivpP6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gbEGNg46dxU/s1600-h/ice+storm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031573403684388770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9WivpP6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gbEGNg46dxU/s320/ice+storm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9XSvpP7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/yCSsErMWDxI/s1600-h/ice+storm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031573416569290674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9XSvpP7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/yCSsErMWDxI/s320/ice+storm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it has been a roller coaster ride with the weather the past 24 hrs. We start with snow yesterday. That was nice while it lasted. Now that wasn't really to long. As the day went on it had turn to sleet, not good at all! During the night it chance to rain. This morning we woke up to frozen walks and cars that were covered in ice. Hubby went out and made a path to get to the car and it took awhile to get the car thawed out...lol. Off to work I go. Not to bad a drive, but as the day goes on we go from rain to sleet to the sun shining. Talk about some crazy weather. Now to top it off we lost power at work and have to close, not to bad for me as it time for me to go home anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I sit here tonight we have had sleet and snow again! The trees and bushes are cover with ice. I took a few pictures of it, but it was just a tad to cold to stay out there. We are at 18degrees and the wind is really going crazy right now. I hope we don't loss power! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well that about it from Mole Hill and I am getting ready to wrap up in a warm blankie for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peace and Hugs ^i^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-2097562938047798009?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/2097562938047798009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=2097562938047798009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/2097562938047798009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/2097562938047798009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-sleet-ice-rain-oh-my.html' title='Snow, sleet, ice, rain ...OH MY!'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdO9TyvpP4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_W4mq9wewRQ/s72-c/ice+storm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-7504162994916942981</id><published>2007-02-13T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:52:22.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story from my Grandaughter Emilie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdJTbSvpP2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/YCwEP8inPjc/s1600-h/DSCF6953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031175462079512418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdJTbSvpP2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/YCwEP8inPjc/s320/DSCF6953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing better than baking sweets right? Except eating them! Well I've got the best recipe for you. I call it Valentines Day Surprise.You can make them so tasty, all your friends will smile with delight and happily say that your the most brilliant creature ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ingredients are simple. Start by taking 2 cups of flour, baking soda,and eggs, and combine them in a bowl. Then , add some red sugar,&lt;br /&gt;one tablespoon of vanilla, and 2 eggs. Mix these items as fast as you can with lots of love. Now for the secret ingredient. For extra special flavor, add some hand fulls of chocolate to taste. Combine everything together. Once all the bumps are gone , pour it into a well greased pan.&lt;br /&gt;Place in the oven for 12 min. When time is out take your creation out and as they say in France, bon appetite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Emilie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilie is 10 years old and loves to write. So Mom Mom is letting her put a few storys here. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-7504162994916942981?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7504162994916942981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=7504162994916942981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/7504162994916942981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/7504162994916942981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/02/story-from-my-grandaughter-emilie.html' title='Story from my Grandaughter Emilie'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RdJTbSvpP2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/YCwEP8inPjc/s72-c/DSCF6953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-6016857954906014919</id><published>2007-02-10T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:15:52.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laundromat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will start this by reminding all that I was married at the ripe old age of 17....(I know I know way too young). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now on with the story..Hubby was in the Navy when we were married and we spent time in Conn. and then on to S.C. I love the south and everything about it. Oh I forgot to mention this was in 1966. Now being from the north and not used to the ways of the south at the time, I had a few adjustments to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We had a small trailer that was in a very small trailer park with all his shipmates living there...well it had one road in it....lol. Now the trailer we had 8x35 ft and it had a washer in it but not a dryer. So every few day around I go to the laundromat to dry a few things, the rest of the stuff I hung in the small yard we had. Oh I forgot to mention it rains everyday at 4 almost like clock work. Now after a little time Hubby came home one day and said he just had to ask me something that has been bothering him, with this I said ok what. He wanted to know why I only took the white clothes to the laundromat to dry and not the dark clothes? I told him they have a sign on the door that says WHITES ONLY! and it is a big sign so I'm not taking the dark clothes in there. They have a lady in there to make sure you only do the whites only! Now being that I am young and not to much of the world, well you see before I was married I don't think I ever left N.J. Hubby had to sit me down and tell me what the sign met. WHAT NO WAY! You can't do that. Now I had no idea that this was happening and we were in the south as the desegration was going on. I was shocked to say the least and Hubby had to take me around to show me more signs because I just wouldn't believe him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now many years later I was home and the phone rings and it is my friend, and she tells me I have to rent a movie and I will know the part when I see it. She wouldn't tell me what to look for. So out I go and get the movie and low and behold there is my story in the movie!!!! Oh the movie is "We Were Soliders. At that point I said to Hubby they stole my story! It has been told many times and I knew someday it would come back to me...lol. I don't know where they got it from for the movie, but it is just a little to close to my story.....lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well that my story and I am sticking to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peace and Hugs ^i^ DeeDee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a secret if it is known by three people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-6016857954906014919?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6016857954906014919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=6016857954906014919&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/6016857954906014919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/6016857954906014919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/02/laundromat.html' title='The Laundromat'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-4157635068834819521</id><published>2007-02-06T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:34:48.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can stay still the longest</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028488812905567666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcjH7upDFbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3UNh2ukoeRI/s320/chris+the+bird+2.jpg" width="486" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcjH7epDFaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yStjrA1JRkU/s1600-h/chris+the+bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028488808610600354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcjH7epDFaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yStjrA1JRkU/s320/chris+the+bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcjH7-pDFcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I8-wUHWb-GY/s1600-h/hawk+2-5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028488817200534978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcjH7-pDFcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I8-wUHWb-GY/s320/hawk+2-5-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcjH7-pDFdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Bv3RNerlABc/s1600-h/hawk+2-5-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028488817200534994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcjH7-pDFdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Bv3RNerlABc/s320/hawk+2-5-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcjH8OpDFeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s5BXCNvbSNg/s1600-h/hawk+2-5-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028488821495502306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcjH8OpDFeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s5BXCNvbSNg/s320/hawk+2-5-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As I was about to get ready to go to work yesterday, I was just sitting here doing a few things on the net and caught out of the corner of my eye a large flapping. Well who has come for a meal....good old Hawkeye ( as I call him, I know real original ). I have to name a few of the special birds or Hubby doesn't have any idea what I am talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now Chris the Baltimore Oriole is in the bush waiting to have his lunch. I was only hoping that Hawkeye didn't see him. As bright orange as Chris is I just don't know how Hawkeye didn't see him! I couldn't go out and chase Hawkeye or Chris would have flew away too and put him right in his path. I just hate waiting out the drama between the birds. As it turn out Chris stay real still and Hawkeye left not to long after that. I don't know why Chris is still here, it is much to cold for him and he should have left. But as long as he is here I will keep him well feed. Oh I name him Chris because he show up on Christmas Eve and has been here everyday since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have a great day ....Just a little happening from Mole Hill NJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Peace and love DeeDee ^i^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-4157635068834819521?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4157635068834819521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=4157635068834819521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4157635068834819521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4157635068834819521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-can-stay-still-longest.html' title='Who can stay still the longest'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcjH7upDFbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3UNh2ukoeRI/s72-c/chris+the+bird+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-4939947327291911314</id><published>2007-02-03T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:15:42.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work ...work and more work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcU_QepDFZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8OEPF9ihNZw/s1600-h/IMGP2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027494111364715922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcU_QepDFZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8OEPF9ihNZw/s320/IMGP2206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today was a fun day at work. The sad part was that our Asst Manager is been transfer to another store and today was her last day with us. In the time that Mary has came to the store to work with us, Mary and I have become friends and have had a lot of fun time and great laughs together. I will miss Mary at work and I hope that she has a great crew to work with at the new store. It not to often that you meet someone and connect right away. I wanted to get Mary something before she left and just couldn't think of anything special, Then it hit me I would give something of myself and hope that she would like it. I gave her a photo I took from the yard this past summer. We had talk a lot about the yard and the work that I do in it and how I spend lots of time just taking pictures. Mary was very happy with the photo and wants more for her dining room. Here is the photo that I gave her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mary I will miss you and the fun times we had at work. You know a job is a lot easier when you work with people you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; The Butterfly is the sign for a new beginning and here's  to a great one for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Creativity arises from the taproot of child’s play."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-4939947327291911314?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4939947327291911314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=4939947327291911314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4939947327291911314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4939947327291911314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/02/work-work-and-more-work.html' title='Work ...work and more work'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RcU_QepDFZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8OEPF9ihNZw/s72-c/IMGP2206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-8953267866662529042</id><published>2007-01-31T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:55:07.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work..need I say more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been one of those weeks! We are into inventory mode and nerves are a little on edge. We are trying to get the store ready and now the DM has come up with the great idea of sending us a big truck on Thursday and Friday. We will have inventory on Monday night. That means we work till then. Of all weekends SUPER BOWL! Don't know what the DM was think when he plan this one. We have about 8 of us at work that know what has to be done on the sales floor, so it is up to us to get it done. It going to be a tuff week and we just can't get a break till after this is over. When you start with the Christmas season and go right into inventory mode after that it can get tuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We aren't a big store like Wal-mart or Target, but it takes a lot to get ready. We only have 12 people that work in the store, not counting management.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have a birthday party on Saturday and a super bowl party on Sunday. Tomorrow I have a funeral to go to for my Great-Aunt and we are to have a snow storm tomorrow to top it off. Not that we need that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am into the winter dull drums and I don't like it one bit. I miss seeing my grandchildren. I am used to seeing them on a more regular basic, but this will pass. I go though this every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hubby takes up his time going to the casino and other things, I'm just not into that. Well I guess I better find something to do or this winter will just drag out more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well that about it from good old Mole Hill NJ and time to get ready for a good night sleep, it has been a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise women once said: " No one can help everybody, but everybody can help somebody."--Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta for now ^i^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-8953267866662529042?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8953267866662529042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=8953267866662529042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8953267866662529042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8953267866662529042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/01/workneed-i-say-more.html' title='Work..need I say more!'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-7938386784341919027</id><published>2007-01-28T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:32:28.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations as we knew them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RbzqYUyyQWI/AAAAAAAAADc/1AzEHHE1WN4/s1600-h/01-13-2007+10;06;39PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025148987858108770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RbzqYUyyQWI/AAAAAAAAADc/1AzEHHE1WN4/s320/01-13-2007+10%3B06%3B39PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let just start by saying I was a city girl till the rip old age of 13. Now down to the country my parents move and I'm not a happy camper! Not the outdoors type if you get my drift.I have been to the beach maybe 4 times in my life and don't know how to SWIM! The few times I was there it wasn't good. I really don't like the sand going into every part of the body and you find it for days...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now you have to say...I look really happy about being at the beach, but the one good thing is after 3 kids I still could wear a little 2 piece bathing suit.Now I wouldn't be able to get one of my thigh in that suit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meet Hubby get married and off we go for the wonderful life together. Now comes the vacations. First I have to tell you that I have Lupus and NOT aloud in the &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RbzqYUyyQXI/AAAAAAAAADk/MD8UJ9p4UrQ/s1600-h/01-13-2007+10;03;49PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025148987858108786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="341" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RbzqYUyyQXI/AAAAAAAAADk/MD8UJ9p4UrQ/s320/01-13-2007+10%3B03%3B49PM.JPG" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sun. Didn't know this for years and as a child I had sun poison so bad that it was to the hospital we went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We always took day trips when the two older boys were little and I was happy about that. Now when I was excepting number 3 Hubby comes home to tell me he got a place at the shore for a week....WHAT! Now I will be packing for a week at the shore with a 7 yr old, 5 yr old and 4month old baby. Oh what joy this will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now back then they really didn't have the sunblock they have now, and it really doesn't help that much for me.The sun just kinda eats holes into my skin and then I am scard. So needless to say after the first day at the beach I am fried! I am pale skinned as it is and this sure doesn't help. I not saying we didn't have a good time. We always did and Hubby still goes to the shore every year with the oldest son and his kids.Mom stays home with the dogs and other pets......lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well back to were I was....Do you have any idea what you have to take for a week with no washer and dryer for 3 kids and the food you need to take. Well before we even got out of the house I was tired. Oh don't forget the BIKES! We are off and running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The week went well and as I knew what was going to happen next, on the way out to drop off the keys he books the place for 2 week the next year! Now I am fried to a crisp and have lugged a 4mouth old to the beach everyday and just want to get home. As it turn out we vacation at the same town for the next 14 years. As the kids got older we also added to the mix of friends and family with us. Each of the boys usually had a friend with them and of course the dogs went too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I cook and clean for the whole crew and I still wouldn't change a thing about it. To me in a lot of way we were home with the beach outside the door. Sad to say it all came to an end for me when the Dr's finally found out what was wrong with me all those years. That what ended the weeks at the shore. I miss them and always will, but not much sense in paying all that money to sit inside. I do love going on the boat, but I can do that for short periods of time. So that has become my outdoor fun.Oh I do love being on the boat and flying down the river! I am glad that I got to do it with the family for all those years. Will always have great memories of the times spend there. So happy to know that the sons have carry on the same tradition for the grandchildren and their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have learn to love the beach over the years and Hubby and I will head down there a few times a year just to walk and enjoy nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-7938386784341919027?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7938386784341919027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=7938386784341919027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/7938386784341919027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/7938386784341919027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/01/vacations-as-we-knew-them.html' title='Vacations as we knew them.'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RbzqYUyyQWI/AAAAAAAAADc/1AzEHHE1WN4/s72-c/01-13-2007+10%3B06%3B39PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-3830703839313841810</id><published>2007-01-13T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T07:48:18.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How it all started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RapJcVTmoGI/AAAAAAAAADA/x4VbTpJbgd8/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019905485762371682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RapJcVTmoGI/AAAAAAAAADA/x4VbTpJbgd8/s400/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/Ramh21TmoFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KFj5JkEpdX0/s1600-h/harry+diane+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019721223075438674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/Ramh21TmoFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KFj5JkEpdX0/s400/harry+diane+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When this great looking Navy Man parents moved next door to us that all it took..I was hooked! The bait was there and I was the fish just swimming around to be caught..lol. It only took 6 months till we were walking down the to the alter to say the I Do's. Let just say that when I see what I want I go after it. I wanted that sailor boy! Oh I forgot to say that Hubby has the most beautiful blue eyes that you just melt into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now you might want to know that I was just 17 years old and Hubby was 25. I knew from the minute I saw him he was the one I wanted to be with the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I always felt like the ugly duck growing up and never in my dreams thought that anyone would think and feel that way about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will never forget something that my Grandmother told me few years later and that the day that I felt pretty for the first time in my life. I still to this day remember it as if it was just yesterday. She told me that she had never seen a more beautiful bride then me and never saw a more in love man then Hubby. That when I came into the church it was if we were the only two people there and the look that cross between us was pure love. That was a very special day for me and in some ways more then my wedding day. Now I knew Hubby loves me, but when someone else say it and in a way that make you see it from their eyes. It does make you stop and really understand. Now most of the family didn't think we would last more that a few years. We have been together now for 42 years and I think it is safe to say we will make this marriage work...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh we have had our days and I will get into a few of them later on in the blog. I hope to be able to tell a few story here that have made life fun and sad and all the things in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-3830703839313841810?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/3830703839313841810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=3830703839313841810&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/3830703839313841810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/3830703839313841810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-it-all-started.html' title='How it all started'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RapJcVTmoGI/AAAAAAAAADA/x4VbTpJbgd8/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-8939371920255475996</id><published>2007-01-13T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:44:33.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy!!! The tree is DOWN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As I am running a little late this year..lol. The christmas tree is DOWN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The living room looks so bare without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I have been busting my butt at work and am on a three day weekend...yahhhhhhhhhh. I have a lot to get done around here. This morning it was playing on the blog and changing a few things around. Tonight while Hubby watches the football game I will be working on getting a few old photo scan and maybe a few other things here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That about it from Mole Hill...oh it is warm and sunny again today. We are at 55 degrees right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-8939371920255475996?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8939371920255475996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=8939371920255475996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8939371920255475996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8939371920255475996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-boy-tree-is-down.html' title='Oh Boy!!! The tree is DOWN!'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-341516740712286295</id><published>2007-01-04T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:16:47.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprize for this time of year.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZ0Ibk5I_vI/AAAAAAAAACE/9P3cxgJJwY4/s1600-h/DSCN1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016174829813432050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZ0Ibk5I_vI/AAAAAAAAACE/9P3cxgJJwY4/s320/DSCN1886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZ0IcE5I_wI/AAAAAAAAACM/naiXFd27pYU/s1600-h/DSCN1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016174838403366658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZ0IcE5I_wI/AAAAAAAAACM/naiXFd27pYU/s320/DSCN1887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZ0Ick5I_xI/AAAAAAAAACU/9cWR9p8b290/s1600-h/DSCN1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016174846993301266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZ0Ick5I_xI/AAAAAAAAACU/9cWR9p8b290/s320/DSCN1889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZ0IdE5I_yI/AAAAAAAAACc/MQi6ZRPQJvU/s1600-h/DSCN1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016174855583235874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZ0IdE5I_yI/AAAAAAAAACc/MQi6ZRPQJvU/s320/DSCN1890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was out filling the feeders for all the little critters that visit me everyday and I turn around to see this flower blooming. Now it is the last day of the year and I just couldn't believe that it was there. I know it has been warm here, but this is just a tad to much! I hope it doesn't mess up the blooming of the flowers for spring. This is a Scotch Bush and it blooms most of the spring and summer. It really get big and have to trim them back ever year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh Chris is still here and I put out fruit for him this morning and he just about attack it...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-341516740712286295?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/341516740712286295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=341516740712286295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/341516740712286295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/341516740712286295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/01/surprize-for-this-time-of-year.html' title='Surprize for this time of year.....'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZ0Ibk5I_vI/AAAAAAAAACE/9P3cxgJJwY4/s72-c/DSCN1886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-1420391440965516260</id><published>2007-01-01T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T05:38:29.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is over for another year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZmsdk5I_uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2vMohJj2iY0/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015229284173283042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZmsdk5I_uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2vMohJj2iY0/s320/Picture+or+Video+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As I sit here tonight and think about the past month, I do have so much to be thankful for. Hubby is still with me and that is the biggest of all. This was the best present that I ever got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It has been a tough month with sickness and almost losing Hubby twice in 24 hrs. He still has a way to go to getting back to his old self, but that will come in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We ended the year by going to the casino...dinner and some slots for me, poker for him. Yes Mr. Trump got my money again! We had a good time but was home early, don't feel like fighting the drunks on the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This week was good on a lot of way. This year for Christmas I gave a lot of photo that I have taken and was surprise at the response I got from everyone. I like to take pictures and think they are ok, so I thought give something of myself then just go and buy anything. Work out great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The grandkids had a great Christmas this year and that alway makes us happy. It has been a rough year for a few of the grandkids after the spit of the parents, but they are getting by ok and making the ajustment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hubby got me a laptop for Christmas this year, I am trying to get used to it, but it is a really different feel to it, but I will get used to it in no time. I want to used it to get all my photos put in files. That way I can find a photo when I want it. I have about 5,000 photos to go through...lol. I think that will keep me busy and out of trouble for a bit..lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This fall my Aunt lost her husband of 42 years, I want to say that she has been doing ok for this time of the year and handle it well. He was a very fun loving man and we will miss him for a long time to come. She sent this to me in a email and I am putting it here to end this year with. She wrote this and it is a sign of healing for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Uncle Bob...Husband, Father, Grandpop, Brother and Friend to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear&lt;br /&gt;Falling on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the love&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the joy&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the touch&lt;br /&gt;Now saddened by the loss&lt;br /&gt;The loss of the love&lt;br /&gt;The loss of the joy&lt;br /&gt;The loss of the touch&lt;br /&gt;I will regain my strength&lt;br /&gt;My strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;My strength to feel love again&lt;br /&gt;My strength to feel joy again&lt;br /&gt;My strength to feel the touch again&lt;br /&gt;My strength to remember the tear on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;My strength to set it free, but always remember&lt;br /&gt;the past. S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish you all a great year&lt;br /&gt;Love.... Peace.... Hope..... DeeDee ^i^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-1420391440965516260?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/1420391440965516260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=1420391440965516260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/1420391440965516260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/1420391440965516260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-over-for-another-year.html' title='It is over for another year....'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZmsdk5I_uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2vMohJj2iY0/s72-c/Picture+or+Video+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-3208410596216664717</id><published>2006-12-31T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T07:22:05.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few more of who I like to call Chris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZgCVk5I_qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tm2Lw4Ee3bM/s1600-h/DSCF8469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014760754780896930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZgCVk5I_qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tm2Lw4Ee3bM/s320/DSCF8469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZgCWE5I_rI/AAAAAAAAABE/PGLtvweQrNc/s1600-h/DSCF8459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014760763370831538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZgCWE5I_rI/AAAAAAAAABE/PGLtvweQrNc/s320/DSCF8459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZgCWk5I_sI/AAAAAAAAABM/4ncMrZDtYmI/s1600-h/DSCF8447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014760771960766146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZgCWk5I_sI/AAAAAAAAABM/4ncMrZDtYmI/s320/DSCF8447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He really shouldn't be here, only suppose to be here during spring and summer migration. For some reason he is still here and hope he makes it though the winter.As a male I guess he forgot to ask for directions ...just like hubby. I will keep him well feed with all the things he like. Chris came on Christmas Eve and has been here everyday all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The granddaughter were here yesterday and we did some bird food making. They just love to get into the making of the suet...lol. Usually gets messy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-3208410596216664717?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/3208410596216664717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=3208410596216664717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/3208410596216664717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/3208410596216664717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-few-more-of-who-i-like-too-call.html' title='Just a few more of who I like to call Chris'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RZgCVk5I_qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tm2Lw4Ee3bM/s72-c/DSCF8469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-5257518196878784951</id><published>2006-12-24T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T08:34:00.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RY7kefrCQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Oyg-0Q8W8bs/s1600-h/DSCF8397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012194647859151810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RY7kefrCQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Oyg-0Q8W8bs/s320/DSCF8397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RY7kevrCQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/d-rfMdUasGs/s1600-h/DSCF8396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012194652154119122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RY7kevrCQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/d-rfMdUasGs/s320/DSCF8396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today is a special day...I love Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. A few days with family and friends and the joy of kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I started the day out like most other and was just enjoying my morning coffee and on the phone with a dear friend. As I was sitting there all of a sudden I saw a bright flash of orange in the bare trees. My first thought was it can't be! Then I saw him in all his glory and beautiful colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Baltimore Oriole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I don't see them much in the spring and summer. Sometime I will get one as it pass though. ( Oh I forgot to mention I am a birdwatcher ) So this is a real treat for me. I have been watching him most of the day coming and going to the feeders. I do have to say .... what a way to end the year and what a year it has been! I couldn't have pick a better way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now it time for me to get ready for the evening of fun.....Have a Great One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Gift Suggestions: To your enemy; forgiveness. To an opponent; tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer; service. To all; charity. To every child; a good example. To yourself; respect. Oren Arnold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-5257518196878784951?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5257518196878784951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=5257518196878784951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/5257518196878784951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/5257518196878784951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CfpkrYkYr4U/RY7kefrCQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Oyg-0Q8W8bs/s72-c/DSCF8397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-7794396512433566948</id><published>2006-12-20T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T03:06:00.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just to good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today Hubby and I did the shopping and had to take a few things over to DS for dinner on Christmas. After that we were heading out to have dinner at the diner. Now DS was held up at a meeting and we called and said we will take the grandkids with us. Now grandson didn't want to go. Guess when you are almost 15 you don't really want to go out with your grandparent and little sisters. So off we go to dinner..just us and the two granddaughters age 8 &amp;amp; 10. Dinner was fun and had some good laugh with the kids. The girls are so good to take out . Now we are on our way home and the girls are in the back seat of the car talking about the gameboy and what they are going to play. I was just sitting there enjoying the ride and the christmas light and listening to the kids. When all of a sudden I hear the one say lets play this game, now I am going to type it the way she said it .....Grand Pricks! Now I am hearing this and thinking to myself did she just say what I thought she said and I was right! With that I turn and ask her what is the game you are playing and one again she say it again. Now at this point Hubby is trying to keep a straight face and just drive. I said let me see that game..you just never know with the kids today and what the games are! She hands me the game and I read it..with relief I see the game is Grand Prix. Now I have to say to her WITH A STRAIGHT FACE and not doing well! That not the way it said honey and tell her the right way..Oh no Mom Mom it Grand pricks...NO HONEY it not! After much talking and just about busting a gut laughing the older one say oh MomMom that a bad word. Now I have to explain the difference in the way the word is used and she was just not saying it in a way that sound good. So now we had a great dinner with two of the sweetest little girls ( ya I am just a little bias on that one...lol ) had a great laugh and life lesson on the proper way to use a word and when not to use a word. It is ok to say you prick your finger on the rose bush, but not to say GRAND Prick! Just doesn't sound right coming out of that sweet child mouth...lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well that was our day and evening with the grands today..Kids got to love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human race is governed by its imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-7794396512433566948?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7794396512433566948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=7794396512433566948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/7794396512433566948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/7794396512433566948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-just-to-good.html' title='This is just to good...'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-4308464497241786035</id><published>2006-12-20T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:07:18.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The count down begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Hump day to all....Here I sit like I haven't a thing to do...lol. The cold has got the better of me! Thank goodness I'm not having Christmas dinner this year. We do have to head out to get the food as DS is having dinner and I am doing the shopping for him. He has 3 kids and being a single Dad he has enough to do to get ready for the big day. Oh he has the kids, they live with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just about have my voice back and Hubby is doing better each day. They have been keeping me off the cash at work, I think they are afraid I will scare the customer away...lol. I don't mind at all. But I know come saturday I will be on as it will be one of our busy days. I am glad that I am off on Christmas eve this year. My first one in 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Talk to granddaughter last night and I have to say this kids is so funny. She is six years old and crack me up. As we were talking she says to me ...so how are things going at your house?? Now I was taken back just a bit, but didn't skip a beat and told her fine. with that she say good. So I ask her the same thing and she tell me good and I am being good for Santa. She is waiting for a tooth to come out and it is hanging by a thread..lol. I ask her how many is that now that she has lost and she put the phone down to count the missing teeth...lol. I can hear her Mom telling her to put the phone back to her ear and talk. She tells her she counting her missing teeth. Gotta love the kids they are so darn cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well that about all from this little part of the world for now. time to get a move on and get finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have a great day and enjoy the week it only comes around one time of the year and soon we will all be saying ..boy Christmas sure got here and went fast. I am so looking forward to spring that is my favorite time of the year...love the gardens and being on the boat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-4308464497241786035?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4308464497241786035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=4308464497241786035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4308464497241786035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4308464497241786035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/12/count-down-begins.html' title='The count down begins'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-344185699760194129</id><published>2006-12-18T04:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T05:39:09.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven days till Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Well here is it only a short time to go and I am not even close to being ready!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I think maybe I should start wrapping the gift today since I am off work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Speaking of work! I had to work the weekend and  still after 5 years at working in retail I am surprise at some of the really dumb question I get. First of all I work at a close -out buy -out store, if you see it and want it you better get it because it might not be there tomorrow! We have the same people that are always there shopping and I always get the same question...Are you getting more in on the truck??? Excuse Me!!! How long have you been coming here and how many times must I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Now the kicker is I have a cold and it has left me with no voice above a whisper, so very hard to talk to the customers, but that doesn't seam to matter they just keep asking the same things over and over again. No matter how many time I tell the same customer that we aren't getting anymore Christmas stuff ( it is already mark down to 50% off) or No they won't be sending more toys! They still keep want to know when they will get here. I do have to say for me to talk and be able to hear me I am shouting...lol. So I do get some satisfaction from it...ROFl and they don't know my anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I really enjoy my job 95% of the time and I really like working with the customers, but at this time of the year I swear they all become brain dead! I will never understand why people have to trash a store! We won't be able to get the store clean up for about 2 weeks. As fast as you get one area clean up and move to the next...go back to where you were and it is trash again...AMAZES ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh have to tell you about some of the help we hired for the season...It is a bunch of sloths, they can't move any slower unless they are in the stop mode!!!! I am 3 times their age and can run circle around them on a bad day. What really scare me is the fact that this is the next generation to take over!!!! They will be the ones taking care of me in the nursing home!!!! I think I will take my chance and just live at home till I die! It would be easier. I have my GED and this bunch have finish HS and can't even count! I have caught so many mistake they have made on the cash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well that is my grip for today ....time to wrap a few things and take a few pills for the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tah Tah for now and have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a race to see which gives out first - your money or your feet.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-344185699760194129?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/344185699760194129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=344185699760194129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/344185699760194129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/344185699760194129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/12/seven-days-till-christmas.html' title='Seven days till Christmas'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-4541549959323337214</id><published>2006-12-15T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:38:33.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I am happy to say that Hubby is home and doing better every day. He tires very easy, but this will pass as time goes on. Guess you don't spend 6 days in bed in ICU and just come out and get right back into the daily life. Well that what I think, but keeping him down has been tough! I am back to work and have to trust him to behave...lol. Now the kicker is I have a cold now and feel rotten! Still have shopping to do and nothing is wrapped yet. Oh well when it get done it gets done...lol. Christmas will get here if I'm done or not, so I'm not worry about it this year. Just so happy to have Hubby home with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a tiny bird with a big song! - Jerry Van Amerongen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-4541549959323337214?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4541549959323337214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=4541549959323337214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4541549959323337214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4541549959323337214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-happy-to-say-that-hubby-his-home.html' title='He is Home'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-8576320357953745603</id><published>2006-12-11T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:40:31.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to start by saying that I am married to a VERY stubborn MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This all started out by a simple test, people have it done all the time. But my dear husband can't do anything simple. He is lucky to be a live right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear husband has what they call Barrett Esophagus, Now is you drink or smoke a lot and have had a wild life, you might want to look this up. Hubby will be 67 this month and like his beer for years! Was a Sailor for 8 year when I meet him. Just a little back round to help you along here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On tuesday of last week he was going to have a scope of the esophagus and to scrape away the bad part of the esophagus, so the Dr thought might as well do a colonoscopy too. Well all went well hubby came home and was doing good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I get up on wedsenday morning all is good so off to work I go. I call several times during the day and he is feels fine. Well that didn't last much longer! I get a call on my cell and he tell me I think I am having a problem "I am bleeding" So off I go tell the boss I am out of here! Now we only live 3 minute from where I work so I was home fast. I get in the house and ask him how bad is it? I say to him the next time you use the bathroom I want to see, his comment no you don't! With that I said yes I do. Not 5 minutes later he back in there and I go and check and the tolit is Blood red! That it we are off to the ER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We get ther and he say I can walk in ( I told you he was bull head ) so he walks in and passes out just as we get in the door. Now I do have to say that as soon as they knew why he was there I felt like I was in the show ER with everything that was going on. I never seen so many people move so fast. First they had to get him stable then they had to find out where he was bleeding from. I want to tell you that I have been though alot with this man on health issues but this was the worst by far. We were close to losing him at this point! Ok now he is stable and at 4 in the morning they move him to another hospital that has better way of treating him if the bleeding start again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I go up the next morning and he is looking ok, we got though this and he will be fine...NOT! I leave and come back at 5, he is in ICU I walk around the nurse desk and go to his room stand at the door and just stare HE NOT THERE! the room is a mess. I turn to the nurse sitting there and ask Where is my husband??? Oh I think they took him for a test. I turn back to the room and just stare at the room and know you don't leave a room looking like this if you go for a test! Back around to the nurse and this time in a voice that get your attention WHERE IS MY HUSBAND! With this a aid or I not sure what she is comes over and say to me I will take you to him. Off we go. He started to bleed again to the point that he fill 4 bed pans with blood! His BP was dropping to 50/45 and we were about to loss him again if the couldn't stop the bleeding. She takes me to the room where they are working on him and the Dr comes out and tells me what they are doing. They found the artery and were putting a coil in it to stop the bleeding. Now he has to stay awake to keep him from going into a coma. Hour and half later the Dr come to me and say they have it stop and it is a 72 hr wait to see if it will hold. Well 8 units of blood later and 72 hrs of holding your breath, He is still in ICU as of this moment and hopes to be move today to a room. But it is looking good so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have had great support from my sister who has been at the hospital with me whenever I called and a dear friend in Canada who I have called at all hrs day and night. I have had a few meltdown during this time and talking to my friend has got me though it. I will never be able to thank her enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I thought that while I was home from work and Hubby not here I could get a few things done. NOT! The phone never stop ringing and I don't mind. It just the tree has been up for over a week and it still bare...lol. Not one present is wrap and still have shopping to do. Oh well it will be a weird Christmas, but I have the bull head man of my life with me and that all that counts right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now it is time to hit the shower and head to the hospital for another day of waiting to see what going to happen. Up date later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things, I warmly wish for you-Someone to love, some work to do,A bit of o' sun, a bit o' cheer.And a guardian angel always near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with a up-date..Hubby is doing ok but his blood count keeps going down. If it doesn't come up today they will have to do another unit of blood. At least they are giving him real food now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-8576320357953745603?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8576320357953745603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=8576320357953745603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8576320357953745603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8576320357953745603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-8909124517517789652</id><published>2006-11-28T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:07:23.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Aliens...as told to a 5 yr old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;One day as I was sitting and minding my own business at home, our 5 year old son came to me with a question. Now I have to say this was a strange one. To have your 5 year old ask...Mom how come I never see you go to the bathroom. Now my thought on this is what are having kids if not to have fun with them. So my answer to him was ...That is because I am a Alien and not from this planet. With that he look at me and walk away. After about half hour he came back and wanted to continue the discussion. With this he ask me if you are a alien wouldn't that make me one? I said yes. Well mom if I am a alien why do I have to use the bathroom and you don't. Now I had to do some fast thinking here, not to worry mom is quick on her feet. I told him your Dad not alien and you got that part of him, didn't you ever notice how much time he is in the bathroom! With that he said OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Now I thought this was the end of it, till I went to used the bathroom and he ran upstairs behind me and wanted to know where I was going and what I was going to do? So with this I spend two months trying not to get caught going to the bathroom. That not easy with a 5 year old! So finally he caught me! As I came out he was standing there. I had been snag! There he stood and said to me see you do use the bathroom and go potty. As I stood there like a deer caught in the headlight. I thought to myself I have to come up with something here. So I told him that I have to pretend so human wouldn't find out about me. With that he said OK Mom..but I still don't believe you. So I thought to myself the gig is up and we are done with this....Not! After a few years go by and life is going as normal as it can get. I was telling the story to a friend and she thought this was so funny. This friend and I used to do marathon Christmas shopping in one day. This son was about ten and we were just having a pit stop on one of the shopping trip, as we came in the house my son was watching TV, I had a few things to put away and my  friend was sitting at the table with a cup of tea. Now my son came into the kitchen to get something to eat. With this she was talking to him and made the remark "You know every time your Mom and I go out it amazes me that she never has to use the bathroom and I have to go all the time. I think that is really strange Don't you".With that son's eyes got really big and his respond was and we had to keep from cracking up..."Oh Mom goes all the time at home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Now many years later and he has become a young man. It seam he needed some knee surgery from many years of skate boarding. After the surgery when I talk to him he was doing good, but they found something in his knee at the time and weren't sure what it was. Now I couldn't just let this go..no way! With this I answer him with Oh No they have found a few of your Alien parts. Not to worry they won't ever know.Now this is one crazy Mom and this joke went on for about 20 years. I alway said got to have fun with the kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;That my story and I am sticking to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong imagination begetteth opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michel de Montaigne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-8909124517517789652?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8909124517517789652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=8909124517517789652&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8909124517517789652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/8909124517517789652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/11/space-aliensas-told-to-5-yr-old.html' title='Space Aliens...as told to a 5 yr old.'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-883144206476041218</id><published>2006-11-26T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T06:47:15.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/180914/DSCN1760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/668084/DSCN1760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/764891/DSCN1752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/66951/DSCN1752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/146309/DSCN1764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/635146/DSCN1764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/808716/DSCN1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/403012/DSCN1750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/984124/DSCN1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/165532/DSCN1757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/521301/DSCN1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/859996/DSCN1740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/77032/DSCN1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/870385/DSCN1756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/308036/DSCN1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/64309/DSCN1742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just a few more photos of our ride today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't bunt. Aim out of the ballpark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Ogilvy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-883144206476041218?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/883144206476041218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=883144206476041218&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/883144206476041218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/883144206476041218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-few-more-photos-of-our-ride-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-9016419916736221121</id><published>2006-11-26T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T06:44:38.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse back riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/257029/DSCN1748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/697380/DSCN1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/149227/DSCN1765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/85459/DSCN1765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/283416/DSCN1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/92187/DSCN1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/147489/DSCF8345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/463682/DSCF8345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/313271/DSCF8346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/900720/DSCF8346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/486608/DSCF8344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/917221/DSCF8344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today we made it out to the stables and went on a trail ride. Now I have to start off by tell you that I haven't been on a horse for 44 years. Granddaughter takes lesson and at one of the lesson I said that looks like fun! Haven't done that in years. Well that how I wound up on a horse. As you see I will do just about anything for the grandchildren. But this old granny is hurting tonight...lol. My butt really hurts, not to mention the crack rib. I hope this works as I haven't done a blog like this yet.I am going to try and add the picture in order with the story.Ok now they bring out the horses for us to ride and tell me that this is mine for the ride. I just look at them and said you got to be kidding! I have admired this beautiful beast of a horse the time I have been there, but never thought I get on him...lol. If you know anything about horse, they measure them by hands. An average horse is about 14 hand high and the one they gave me to ride was between 16 and 17 hands high! As you see in the picture I am really ???? the thought of getting on this beast! They assure me he was very gentle. Ok on I go and away we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now we had a good time riding and I am no worst for the wear. I do hope the granddaughters remember this..lol. The ride was though the woods and I did get slap in the head a few time with the bushes. Well you have to remember I was sitting really high up!Now for the pictures of us all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Douglas Jerrold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-9016419916736221121?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/9016419916736221121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=9016419916736221121&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/9016419916736221121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/9016419916736221121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/11/horse-back-riding_26.html' title='Horse back riding'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-4400414349127519400</id><published>2006-11-26T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T07:05:18.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It was a day to give Thanks and that we did. We are thank full that our oldest son has the kids after the separation. The grandaugther were with their mom but Grandson stay with us. It was a quite day but good anyway. After dinner other son and family came for dessert and Mom and sister and her husband. So we had a nice day in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today I am going horse back riding with the grandaughter's and it not going to be easy with a crack rib, but a promise is a promise. I work retail and the pass 2 day have been right from hell. and this was hard to do with the rib thing going on, so it will be to the dr's for me tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well hope to have some great pictures when I get back, haven't been on a horse since I was 15 so this sould be good for a few laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-4400414349127519400?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4400414349127519400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=4400414349127519400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4400414349127519400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/4400414349127519400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-7227239271523583091</id><published>2006-11-17T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:35:28.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandson's first dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/821266/greg12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/520008/greg12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/998185/greg123greg1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/333879/greg123greg1234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/1600/578444/DSCN1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7358/4493/320/914108/DSCN1717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I sit here with mixed feeling tonight, as grandson has his first dance to go to with his new girlfriend. I am happy that he is going and sad that he is growing up so fast. I have to say that he was the only grandchild for 4 years and had all my attention. They only lived a few blocks from us and I had waited so long for this child. We have 6 grandchildren now, but he is the only boy. You have to understand that we have 3 sons so it was like having one of our sons hand back to me. I love all my grandchild for different reason and each has a special place in my heart. But Gregory is the first and only grandson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I used to take him to school everyday the first year and one of the rules as I call them was that I couldn't let anyone on the play grounds see me give him a kiss and hugs before he went in to school. So I work out a way to do it and no one knew...lol.. and he was happy about it. Just a little thing in life that made us both happy at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Last year we got to watch as he walk from 8th grade to the high school at the grauation and I have to say it was a very moving moment. To see the little boy turn into a young man and have some many chance in his life the past year. I love you more then you could ever know Gregory! I hope that you have a wonderful time tonight and get that kiss at the end of the dance. Our little boy has become a young man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. - Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-7227239271523583091?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7227239271523583091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=7227239271523583091&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/7227239271523583091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/7227239271523583091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/11/gransons-first-dance.html' title='Grandson&apos;s first dance!'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-116261084422070008</id><published>2006-11-03T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:20:44.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse back riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5226/4122/1600/DSCF8320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5226/4122/320/DSCF8320.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5226/4122/1600/DSCF8319.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5226/4122/320/DSCF8319.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to see our grandaughter have her riding lesson. I so enjoy watching her and see how much she has learn in a short time. I hope to do a little riding with her in the next week or so. I have to say that I haven't been on a horse since I was 15. Hope this video works if not here is a picture of the two of us...lol.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be out riding with grandaughter next sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the marriage of the soul with Nature that makes the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination.&lt;br /&gt;       - Henry David Thoreau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-116261084422070008?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/116261084422070008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=116261084422070008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116261084422070008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116261084422070008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/11/horse-back-riding.html' title='Horse back riding'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-116252130197214563</id><published>2006-11-02T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:20:44.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bid about me....</title><content type='html'>I came into this world in 1948 a big healthy baby of 9 lbs 2 oz and very much in a hurry to get here, poor Mom never made it to the delivery room!&lt;br /&gt;I had a very normal childhood, living in the city. At about the ripe old age of 7 or 8 year I started to get sick a lot and losing weight. If someone was sick it was a sure deal that I would get it. Little did they know at that time what was wrong with me and it would take till I was 40 yrs old to know. I had Lupus! Now according to every Dr that I've seen I shouldn't been able to have 3 beautiful sons and have lived the life that I have. I have come down with several health issue over the years and manage to get though them with some sense of humor will get into to this a little later in the blog. Now at the ripe old age of ( well almost) 59 I am enjoying life to the fullest! Each and everyday is a blessing to me and I hope to have many more. I still have so many things to do. Well you see I have a list of 25 things I have to do before I die and if I keep adding to the list then I can't die..lol. Well that just let you into the way my mind thinks and works. I am a little on the rose-colored glasses and the glass is half full type of person. So I hope you enjoy the trip through this blog of my past times and life. But of course like I said before I will just kind jump around here and write down what is on my mind at that time. Now for my quote today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light.&lt;br /&gt;May good luck pursue you each morning and night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-116252130197214563?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/116252130197214563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=116252130197214563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116252130197214563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116252130197214563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-little-bid-about-me.html' title='Just a little bid about me....'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-116241839341577363</id><published>2006-11-01T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:20:44.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>I would love to write a story tonight, but we have a meeting tonight at the Yacht Club. I hope to do one tomorrow after work.&lt;br /&gt;    I also will start putting quotas here at the end of each story. Have a great evening. Tah Tah for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have the hindsight to know where you've been&lt;br /&gt;the foresight to know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and the insight to know when you're going too far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-116241839341577363?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/116241839341577363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=116241839341577363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116241839341577363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116241839341577363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-116217368861190316</id><published>2006-10-29T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:20:43.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No sense of order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5226/4122/1600/Boat%20ride%20with%20Harry%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5226/4122/320/Boat%20ride%20with%20Harry%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was going to do this in so sense of order...NOT! I think it will be just writing down things as I think of them. Now that can get to be a little scatter here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So bear with me, I am also not the greatest speller in the world..lol. But that part of me and I not going to chance at this time of life. As my husband say I can switch gears mid-stream and he hasn't got the foggiest idea what I am talking about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-116217368861190316?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/116217368861190316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=116217368861190316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116217368861190316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116217368861190316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-sense-of-order.html' title='No sense of order'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-116216809356210992</id><published>2006-10-29T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:20:43.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mystery of the bird feeders</title><content type='html'>Now I have to tell you ....I thought the squirrel have out smarted me yesterday! I came home from work and had my coffee and went outside to just enjoy some warm air. As I was standing there looking around I notice that a few things look different...Like... I didn't put birdfood in the birdbath! I turn around and the top was off the can with the birdfood in it. Now I am thinking to myself did I forget to put it back..look in the can and about 20 lbs of food was gone! Then I started to notice that some of the feeder were full and I know they were empty yesterday. Now there were little piles of food on the ground too. I called Harry out and said to him Look what the squirrel have done! They are now feeding themselves and storing it away. Now later that night I get a phone call from Darrell and just on a whim ( like to play jokes on his old Mom) I ask him if he fill them yesterday..No Mom not me, He said he was wondering why I would fill the birdbath with food? I ask him to ask Maggie Rose if she did it and low and behole mystery solved! Maggie Rose and Emilie thought that it would be nice to help Mom Mom with the birds. Now you have to understand neither one said a word about it when they came in from playing outside yesterday, that why it never came to me that they would do it. Now the crazybirdlady thought she really had some smart squirrels....NOPE just smart DGD's but they had this old Granny going for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-116216809356210992?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/116216809356210992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=116216809356210992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116216809356210992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116216809356210992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/10/mystery-of-bird-feeders.html' title='The mystery of the bird feeders'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36814014.post-116216766237436260</id><published>2006-10-29T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:20:43.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How DeeDee came to be</title><content type='html'>The name Deedee was giving to me by a sweet little girl that I used to babysat. I have to say that this little girl let me have this alter-ego and enjoy all the things that I thought that I was to old to do anymore.She taught me the joy of just laying on the grass and watching the clouds go by and playing in the snow making snow angels again.I started watching her when she was 6 weeks old and my husband thought I was nuts to do this babysitting thing. I had reach a point in life that our three sons have moved out and being a stay at home Mom all those years, I felt as if my job was done and now what was I suppose to do!I do believe that everything happens for a reason so when this job came up, I thought to myself what am I best at... Taking care of kids!I was handed this sweet baby to take care of and spend at least eight hrs a day with. I taught her to walk and talk and got to do all the fun things that I thought were done in my life. I have grandchildren, but they weren't giving to me on a daily basic to care for and nurture. I was alive again and had a purpose!Now this is just the beginning of the story and there will be more to come.I have come to the thought that it time to just let out the rambling of a crazy old lady that has been taught a new zest for life by a tiny baby that has turn into a sweet girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36814014-116216766237436260?l=deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/116216766237436260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36814014&amp;postID=116216766237436260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116216766237436260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36814014/posts/default/116216766237436260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deedee-my-alter-ego.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-deedee-came-to-be.html' title='How DeeDee came to be'/><author><name>Dee Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17376020249314596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/angeldee/dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
