<?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-19034890</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:19:41.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva Of Main St</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a woman of many facets..Ive truly "Been there done that" And learned from it; I'm a Wife, Mother, Artist, Photographer, Old house renovator, avid antiques owner, collector &amp; restorer, I love animals. I'm loving, tempermental, and frightfully honest.  And slowly coming into my own</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113942822526035244</id><published>2006-02-08T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:50:25.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the long road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/1600/wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/320/wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/1600/wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of the wallpaper in my new room, my own space, my office, studio, multimedia room. Took me months to pick the pattern out, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say, again, lol, that once I figure out how to do the HTML on the links, I will post them here...in the meantime, here is the link for Judith Heartsong's blog, &lt;a href="http://judithheartsong.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://judithheartsong.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, where you can both read her wonderful journal, and check out her link list, which has many wonderful jounrnals.&lt;br /&gt;Judith brought up a subject close to my heart today; about how we interact with others, how they see us, how we really feel inside, how we can seem to be one person with some people, another with others.&lt;br /&gt;How I know this well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young child, I know (and how this was often criticized) I was very outgoing, spirited &amp; adventureous.  Now, I know what a challenge, and what a joy such children can be; in fact, the book "Raising Your Spirited Child" was a godsend to me when I discovered it with my youngest child.  Each day was a new adventure; I knew no fear, I would talk to positively anyone.  However, my mother, believed in total control &amp; authority over her children. &lt;br /&gt;Everything about me was unacceptable; I was also the oldest daughter, and my brothers birthes had followed in quick succession.  My Mom often would say later (and this is one of the only things she said she had regrets about) that she treated me as an adult almost from infancy.  I was toilet trained at 1 1/2 yrs old; and even though I don't remember my mother every playing with us; I was expected from an early age to occupy myself, and not to get into trouble doing it.  When I had my own children, little wonder I discovered I had no clue as how to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a child starving for attention &amp; affection.  When I was little, I was Daddy's girl, however, my mother had a problem with anyone but her being the total center of my fathers world, and my father, starting when I was 5, started beating me.  My mother's older sister once told me that my mother &amp; father were two people who never should have had children.  And I believe it.  My Mother, who was one of 10 children, had always been different from the others, she suffered from emotional problems even then.  And she nor my father were ever abused.  Yet, together, they went on to have five children, and we three oldest, were beaten at times so very badly. Plus, the emotional abuse.  Now I cant say that our whole lives were bad, but I know when I saw other families, I often thought they must be an anomaly.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, my parents, especially my mother, had to have control of almost every second of my life, I wasnt encouraged to have friends over; my mother found fault with all of the friends I had.  I was a very socially maladjusted child; I in many ways, just didnt have a clue, and suffered accordingly.  It wasnt until later in high school, when I had started working, and coming more into my own, that I started blossoming, and really started forming a lot of friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I wont go into the other abuses that have gone on in my life, I really cant do it in a public journal.&lt;br /&gt;The result being out of all of this, is that my development, as far as personality etc was seriously damaged. As it is with many children of abuse. And if it continues into adulthood, well...&lt;br /&gt;Whereas I used to be such an outgoing, more or less extraverted person, when I crashed and burn a few years back, I found that I really didnt want to deal with the world at all; I was sick of being hurt, if I didnt interact with people, I couldnt be hurt, right?&lt;br /&gt;Ive also always, from my childhood, been extremely artistic, it was never encouraged nor supported. I pretty much buried my artistic side for a very long time. I was in the military, and mostly administrative jobs.&lt;br /&gt;But you cannot deny your true self forever, and as I have found, my artistic soul has been part of my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive discovered that even when I didnt want to deal with the world, I could still explore it, and experience it, through my art, my photography, my music.  I started singing again, and even though physical problems have done some damage to my fine motor skills, I can still apply my artistic abilities (as untrained as they are) to a great many things.  I may not be able to draw or paint as well as I used to, but I can restore antiques, paint furniture, and find many other uses for my creativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have also found, is that I really dont have to hide from the world, but, I'm trying very hard to overcome my anxieties about pleasing everyone, feeling as if I have I always have to talk.  I like to sit and listen, although, people often ask me if I'm ok, and I find myself feeling awkward, and sometimes, then compensating, wishing as if I'd just not said anything. I dont feel as if I have to control everything, although, I dont like it, when people try to control me or my space.  and I feel justified in letting them know.&lt;br /&gt;I have a long way to go; I work towards and eagerly wait for the day when I have no anxiety, a strong sense of self, and well, just peace.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so joyous and peaceful when I have all of my children here, for dinners and holidays, which was one of my dreams; there is no hatred, just a family together in love, celebrating traditions Ive tried so hard (and hubby) to put in place.  And thats a great beginning for them, and for us all I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19034890-113942822526035244?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113942822526035244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113942822526035244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113942822526035244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113942822526035244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-road.html' title='the long road'/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113901214643057569</id><published>2006-02-03T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T19:15:46.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy February!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/1600/steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/320/steps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a busy month it's been...a good one basically, with some bumps in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought we'd never get as much done as has been accomplished in our old house.  What a jewel our contractor is!  The mayor in our town has been recommending our contractor all over, people have been stopping by, upon seeing our new front porch.  If it's nice this weekend, the new columns go up &amp; Ive picked out the spindles for the railings.  Its all tongue &amp; groove wood; I now have to decide upon a color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest daughter's bedroom is nearing completion also, we ended up gutting it.  It's ready for paint &amp; a new carpet (we will refinish the wood floor when she is grown, she wants carpeting)&lt;br /&gt;Next up is the Kitchen...already a mess, the floor is 40 yrs old, and with all the construction, I'd really given up scrubbing it.  The walls already starting to be ripped down.  I need to order my new commercial stove (I cook tons!) Maybe I will get back to catering.&lt;br /&gt;So, this old house is moving along...&lt;br /&gt;What's not been good is my neck.  The DX is possibly spinal compression, because of the previous cervical surgery, and the collapse that's happened.  I walk like a drunk most of the time, and a turn or twist the wrong way can send me to bed with raging pain.  I have what seems to be a very sharp, competent ortho surgeon, and hopefully MAYBE, we can resolve a lot of these physical issues.&lt;br /&gt;I was very fortunate to procure a wonderful yardage of black velvet; this will be used for the antique display case we have, and various shadow boxes, used to display some of the many beautiful items we have.&lt;br /&gt;There is a seller on eBay who sells gorgeous fabrics; I also bought a yard of an absolutely beautiful rose printed silk damask, to redo my Grandmother's bench. If anyone is interested, I will email them the seller's ebay link, just drop me a line!&lt;br /&gt;I also bought enough yards of a black/white  victorian damask to recover the antique chairs we rescued from someone's trash.  They had been refinished black, I will keep them that color. I will take photos of all as I finish them!&lt;br /&gt;Another mysterious dress has shown up in the house; previously, a bridal gown was found in the attic, one of my best friends wore it, it fit her perfectly! (how strange is that!) This is a two piece very fancy black skirt and top, beaded.  Neither Hubby nor I have any clue who it belongs to, he doesnt recognize it as being anyone in his family's.&lt;br /&gt;I also have lost 15 lbs in the last two months!  Partly because of eating better (I do have my slipups tho) And I think also because of the meds I'm on.  I bravely stepped on the scale today, and was very pleasantly suprised.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is getting through the very strange winter we are having (weather wise) Goodwill &amp; peace to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19034890-113901214643057569?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113901214643057569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113901214643057569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113901214643057569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113901214643057569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-february.html' title='Happy February!'/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113411291879874687</id><published>2005-12-09T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:35:52.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/1600/Copy%20of%20colgatelakedam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/320/Copy%20of%20colgatelakedam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colgate lake in Jewet NY, in the catskills. unretouched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;I have a holiday open house to attend at the drug treatment center where hubby is the president of the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will don my pearls &amp; pumps, along with of course a tailored blazer and skirt (maybe &lt;weg&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hubby of course is working, so he asked me to go and represent him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have no problem going, as the people there are lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And they have a fine facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My mixed feelings lie of a more personal nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Having to do with a couple of issues; one of which is that hubby swore that he never wanted to be even near that kind of work, and the circumstances surrounding his feelings involved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No, I did not have an addiction problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But a person who threatened my relationship with my husband, did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A lot of dishonesty, hurt, and to this day, feelings of insecurity having to do with this person still haven't been resolved in our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I fear this person may show up at this treatment center, thus once again draggin hubby into her sordid affairs.  And my insecurities stem from the lack of closure of that relationship, which spilled over onto ours, and at the time, my feelings for him, overtook any common sense, and I tolerated the situation, when I should have walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But, I still feel the great hurt it caused me when it happened, because it called into question the whole basis of our relationship, and hubby has never provided closure for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, here I am, doing the good wife thing, even though I protested him getting involved with this whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When you truly fall in love with a person, you can sometimes make bad decsision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm hoping counseling helps me to sort these things out, I have to believe in myself, it doesnt matter what another person does. And each time I find strength in my convictions, it gives me a great deal of inner peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Something which has always been my goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19034890-113411291879874687?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113411291879874687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113411291879874687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113411291879874687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113411291879874687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2005/12/colgate-lake-in-jewet-ny-in-catskills.html' title=''/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113400692745705895</id><published>2005-12-07T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:20:41.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fret, fret, fret....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And time is going by so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a worrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I also tend to be a perfectionist &amp; a procrastinator at the same time, yes, they are linked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't like it when things are out of my realm of control, and oh, they so have been for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I try to adapt, adjust, mellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It works sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Except when PMS hits, then all bets are off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Home renovations, finances, health issues, kids, etc all seem to fall under the category of "not always under my control"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother always had to have control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And everything had to be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I won't go into the other things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was supposed to be totally in control of myself, whatever I did, pretty much an adult from a very young age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The elastic only stretches so far, then it snaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm 42 yrs old, and it seems all I do is try to come to terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You cannot control everything &amp;amp; you cannot be controlled forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because after so long, it becomes yourself that self imprisons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you dream of setting yourself free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19034890-113400692745705895?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113400692745705895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113400692745705895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113400692745705895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113400692745705895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2005/12/fret-fret-fret.html' title=''/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113368857086401309</id><published>2005-12-04T04:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:35:34.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**FIRST SNOW!!****</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yippee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel asleep very early last night (it's only 4;20 am now); just woke up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and saw my skylight covered with this year's first snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love snow, especially around Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think it will last until tommorrow night, so I can see everyone's Christmas lights lit up in it, but, I'm sure we will have more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks like our front porch will be done by next weekend, so we can hang our own decorations/lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was well, horrified to see people who had actually hung their Christmas lights before Thanksgiving.tacky, tacky tacky....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the kids working, I'm trying to schedule our annual  cookie baking day. I have much more energy this year then in year's past, the house is already mostly cleaned &amp; ready to decorate, even during all of the renovations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to sit back and enjoy looking at this year's first snow!&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/19034890-113368857086401309?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113368857086401309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113368857086401309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113368857086401309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113368857086401309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-snow.html' title='**FIRST SNOW!!****'/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113356765175389818</id><published>2005-12-02T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:30:04.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/1600/path2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/320/path2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm still working on photos taken from various trips in the summer &amp; early fall; got our first real taste of winter this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Going to have to make the trip up to the mountain house, dreading what we will find. Water pipes have been a continual problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And of course, the whole front porch here had to be totally replaced; all the wood was termite damaged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dreaming of the day when we can laze our weekends away in beautifully renovated victorian &amp; our wonderful mountain retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The pleasures of seeing something new accomplished is a thrill that never gets old however, something old brought back to life, old treasures rediscovered as new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We can actually sit in our parlour and not freeze now, the front of the house has been raised, leveled, and insulated, we will actually be cozy at Christmas time this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Next year this time, hopefully, we will have all the floors refinished on the first floor, and will be able to see a roaring fire as we eat our holiday meals. (there is a nasty half wall between the dining room &amp;amp; the family room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The first pic is of my lovely girls on Thanksgiving, my son hates to have his photo snapped. Its rare to have them all in one place nowadays. The two on the left are mine, my stepdaughter is on the right. And they all get along beautifully!! I'm so proud of all of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/19034890-113356765175389818?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113356765175389818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113356765175389818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113356765175389818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113356765175389818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-still-working-on-photos-taken-from.html' title=''/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113284031510330470</id><published>2005-11-24T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:49:59.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blessed Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I begin this Thanksgiving morning by baking my second pie, the traditional pumpkin.  Yesterday, I made the apple.  Alas, I am way behind in all of my preparations; a lot of weakness on the left side of my body has left me very clumsy, tired, and very anxious.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to check back in with my neurologist. And get some more answers.  I'm praying &amp; hoping that maybe this is all due to my neck problems, but I don't think so. Whatever it is, it's been progressive, and I don't dare to speculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took our wee girl to the orthodontist last week, dressed very nicely I might add, in anticipation of doing some shopping afterwards.  Nothing like stepping out of my red Stealth, dressed in velvet slacks, my new gorgeous red plaid wool jacket, my Harley dress boots, along with one of this year's early Christmas presents from hubby, a Vuitton black epi purse, then falling to the ground, because my left leg suddenly decided not to work.  Damn. No dignity, lol...&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, no one saw me.&lt;br /&gt;I had to spend our wee girls appt sitting in the waiting room; all of a sudden very tired.&lt;br /&gt;At least I looked good when I dropped hahaha.&lt;br /&gt; The cane goes back in the car.&lt;br /&gt;So, ever since then, ive been fighting fatigue, extreme muscle weakness. And I know the neuro will take forever to get me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...dinner will still get on the table today, the house will probably still be messy, but, hell, its great being able to say your renovating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving~as always, its not the elaborate preparations we make, but who we share the day with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19034890-113284031510330470?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113284031510330470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113284031510330470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113284031510330470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113284031510330470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-blessed-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Blessed Thanksgiving'/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113244418454359835</id><published>2005-11-19T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:08:47.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will post a list of blog links as soon as I get a chance...promise! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19034890-113244418454359835?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113244418454359835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113244418454359835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113244418454359835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113244418454359835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-will-post-list-of-blog-links-as-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113244313288532679</id><published>2005-11-19T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T18:32:12.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the sea calls to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/1600/coastal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/320/coastal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sit by the harbour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sea calls to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hide in the water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But l need to breathe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are an ocean wave my love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crashing at the bow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a galley slave my love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only I would find out the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To sail you...Maybe I'll just stow away...I've been run aground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So sad for a sailor I felt safe and sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But needed the danger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are an ocean wave my love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~Martha's Harbour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19034890-113244313288532679?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113244313288532679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113244313288532679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113244313288532679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113244313288532679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2005/11/sea-calls-to-me.html' title='the sea calls to me...'/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113228377281717640</id><published>2005-11-17T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:16:12.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bountiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/1600/candle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4487/1876/320/candle.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving &amp; Christmas is almost upon us once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My #1 time of the year for laying out some impressive feasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always invite as many people as possible; we truly could not eat all the food we make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That isnt the only reason of course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love having those near &amp; dear with us on the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My oldest daughter now even brings food;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubby and I cook everything together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We seem to add a couple of people each year now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year for Thanksgiving, I will have all of my children here, plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my stepdaughter &amp; her boyfriend, my nephew, plus whoever else decides to show up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am truly blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of the conflicts we've all endured with extended new families,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exes not respecting boundaries, and our own insecurites has been ironed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alas, all of my siblings live far away, so does my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, my siblings all live pretty near each other, so they spend the holidays together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dearly miss my niece &amp;amp; nephews though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't have everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know there are many people for which the holidays are a source of great pain &amp; lonlieness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are many who are too poor to afford a wonderful holiday meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are many organizations, churches, charities that help alleviate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, if you can donate goods, money, time, every little bit counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many supermarkets offer free turkey's if you spend so much money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consider donating it if you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many churches put together food baskets for needy families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soup kitchens always need volunteers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now is the time to think about this, and plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If your childs' school doesnt do a pre-holiday dinner, offer to help organize one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many children won't be having a feast this holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My rant for the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19034890-113228377281717640?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113228377281717640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113228377281717640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113228377281717640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113228377281717640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2005/11/bountiful.html' title='Bountiful'/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113219216936223244</id><published>2005-11-16T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:49:29.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Update on this old house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Pole Barn is Done.  The cement floor will be laid this weekend by a crew of manly men &lt;hubby,&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Front of the house, in the parlour, where the bay window is, is almost level, after days of being jacked up, part of the inside plaster wall removed, rotted wood replaced, and only one floorboard cracked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And half the porch is off as well, now the deck replacement and column repairs can begin, goody goody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finances are a wee bit tight, so dont know if we can get the floors refinished before Christmas &lt;this&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Labzilla, aka THE DOG, has once again eaten his way through the temporary fencing in the back...grrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We now have a bird inside the house, who so far has eluded capture, and god knows how many more mice, feels like a zoo in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We had our wee girl's parent/teacher conference tonight, all I can say is WOW!!  Tegan received rave reviews from all here teachers.  She got one C on her report card, which kept her off the honor roll...we spoke to the computer teacher, it was because of a project they were doing, some of it while she was out sick, our girl rushed it, and got a much lower grade because of it.  I'm so proud of her, she has matured so much in the last year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was lovely to see Hubby in between jobs, even if only for a little while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cheers all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19034890-113219216936223244?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113219216936223244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113219216936223244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113219216936223244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113219216936223244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-on-this-old-house-pole-barn-is.html' title=''/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19034890.post-113216504433000845</id><published>2005-11-16T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:00:23.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refusing to kiss the man's ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, folks, I've made the move from AOL's journals...don't know if it's permanent or not, but I absolutely refuse to get aggravated, or to spend countless amounts of my precious time on the phone with their useless techs.  Next, I will get rid of my AOL account.  Just want to make sure I can keep in touch with all my wonderful friends on AOL first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thats it for now...&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/19034890-113216504433000845?l=magrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/feeds/113216504433000845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19034890&amp;postID=113216504433000845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113216504433000845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19034890/posts/default/113216504433000845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magrove.blogspot.com/2005/11/refusing-to-kiss-mans-ass.html' title='Refusing to kiss the man&apos;s ass'/><author><name>OutrageousDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496189198396173324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
