<?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-7953960276052719245</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:00:14.974-07:00</updated><category term='GOT MY GREENS'/><title type='text'>Mamadebrick</title><subtitle type='html'>Here we go.  I am in love with reading about everyones life.  Makes me feel involved and close. Guess it is time to share mine (though I am not too sure myself).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-4371294107829285738</id><published>2007-12-05T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:07:27.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olives?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R1b0mSGi6yI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6hZFDGclTe8/s1600-h/row-of-olive-trees-apr-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140564963221498658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R1b0mSGi6yI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6hZFDGclTe8/s200/row-of-olive-trees-apr-2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It did not quite look like this on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday after&lt;/span&gt; thanksgiving. It was cold and rainy, but that did not stop us from visiting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mediterranean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; style Ranch outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wimberley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R1b2DyGi6zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XdN_JGz3Axc/s1600-h/pic-olivedrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140566569539267378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R1b2DyGi6zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XdN_JGz3Axc/s200/pic-olivedrip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;They gave us a tour, explained the background and the we went in where it was warm and got to taste the different Olive Oils. Did you know that you cure olives so they don't burn your mouth. Well, good cold pressed olive oil has a bit of that burn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; and when they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;infuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it with orange oil; watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They grow artichokes, tomatoes and raise cattle on their ranch too. They also grow grapes and produce a small amount of wine. It was good too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next we went down the road to see some "Real" Glassblowers at work. It was amazing, these guys create things that take more than one person to make it happen. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140563825055165202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R1bzkCGi6xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jkPtqOEPq30/s200/VaseRandomTrailPuffTall.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They actually have a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amphitheatre&lt;/span&gt; in their workroom, so us less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;artistically&lt;/span&gt; endowed people could see them work. The pieces in the gallery were beautiful and they do huge custom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;projects&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;corporations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I should have asked them if they did The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bellagio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was a nice family outing in the Hill Country Of Texas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/7953960276052719245-4371294107829285738?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/4371294107829285738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=4371294107829285738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/4371294107829285738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/4371294107829285738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/12/olives.html' title='Olives?'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R1b0mSGi6yI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6hZFDGclTe8/s72-c/row-of-olive-trees-apr-2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-2254586842436570310</id><published>2007-11-27T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:03:19.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0w-4qL9NBI/AAAAAAAAADs/KwRTRh1Ynvo/s1600-h/aprons.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137550418040927250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0w-4qL9NBI/AAAAAAAAADs/KwRTRh1Ynvo/s200/aprons.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Maybe I should call it Eye Candy. That is a term I have heard of in the past for these studs in print. I have to admit I had never seen it on fabric until Nana Carol picked some up on one of her trips with Dad. The girls loved them.  What a fun Thanksgiving.  SO much to be thankful for.  Family, health and a God Centered Life.  We are a blessed nation to be able to chose our lifestyle.  Thank you to all of those who have in the past and continue to protect these freedoms for us so that we may live as we choose. &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/7953960276052719245-2254586842436570310?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/2254586842436570310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=2254586842436570310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/2254586842436570310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/2254586842436570310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0w-4qL9NBI/AAAAAAAAADs/KwRTRh1Ynvo/s72-c/aprons.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-3345670807832988953</id><published>2007-11-27T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T07:56:57.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krista and Peyton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0w9UKL9NAI/AAAAAAAAADk/GrEXjL6KT4c/s1600-h/Kris+&amp;amp;+Peyton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137548691464074242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0w9UKL9NAI/AAAAAAAAADk/GrEXjL6KT4c/s320/Kris+%26+Peyton.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I am not sure who was happiest to see whom.  Krista had been visiting dog shelters and longing for a furry friend.  As i turned into the driveway in mid November, Krista Stepped out of the Apartment door and Peyton immediately started barking in excitement.  She saw Krista before I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I hope that Krista got her Puppy fix.  I know that Peyton enjoyed to attention from her long lost friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953960276052719245-3345670807832988953?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3345670807832988953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=3345670807832988953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/3345670807832988953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/3345670807832988953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/krista-and-peyton.html' title='Krista and Peyton'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0w9UKL9NAI/AAAAAAAAADk/GrEXjL6KT4c/s72-c/Kris+%26+Peyton.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-4098691622204000049</id><published>2007-11-19T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:04:25.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0IjiaL9M-I/AAAAAAAAADU/NDmAOxEts8s/s1600-h/winebyglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134705599207781346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0IjiaL9M-I/AAAAAAAAADU/NDmAOxEts8s/s200/winebyglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0Iiv6L9M9I/AAAAAAAAADM/Bmqu-OCtKwk/s1600-h/messina+hof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134704731624387538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0Iiv6L9M9I/AAAAAAAAADM/Bmqu-OCtKwk/s200/messina+hof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;One of the tings on my list of things that I have always wanted to do was go on a winery tour. Krista and Diana made that happen today. We visited the Messina Hof Winery in Bryan, Texas. It began in 1977 and is now Texas's third largest winery and has many award winners. The setting is beautiful and the wine reasonable.  They even have a bed and breakfast with rooms furnished with beautiful antiques, up to 400 years old.  What a fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;We found another near Canyon Lake, that is a winery and olive tour.  Maybe Saturday after Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7953960276052719245-4098691622204000049?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/4098691622204000049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=4098691622204000049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/4098691622204000049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/4098691622204000049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0IjiaL9M-I/AAAAAAAAADU/NDmAOxEts8s/s72-c/winebyglass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-4749922602482151003</id><published>2007-11-19T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:55:27.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Station, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0Id0qL9M8I/AAAAAAAAADE/xpQf-dcSdII/s1600-h/bonfirememorialsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134699315670627266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0Id0qL9M8I/AAAAAAAAADE/xpQf-dcSdII/s320/bonfirememorialsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I arrived in College Station on Saturday, to visit with Krista and Dianna. Ate Ahi tacos with stirfry vegies and then went to a famous beer bar to play "42", a domino game. the Bonfire was postponed due to dry weather. Of course it rained all night. We had a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sunday morning we worshiped together at GraceBible Church, they are growing and plan to open a second campus at the other end of town next year. It was a great sermon on giving thanks even amidst our pain. God just loves to seize the opportunity to speak to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;While Krista was at work, I received a tour of the Texas A &amp;amp; M Campus from Diana, who will be graduating in the middle of December. This college is so steeped in tradition. I really enjoyed the tour and information. One VERY emotion provoking stop was at the Bonfire Memorial. It had been the 8th anniversary, early that morning, in the cold dark rain. Just being there those hours later, seeing the flowers, candles, coins, and memorabilia left by family and friends was quite moving. This is a special college and all who have ever gone feel a very special attachment to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.tamu.edu/home/imagepage/bonfirememorial.html"&gt;http://www.tamu.edu/home/imagepage/bonfirememorial.html&lt;/a&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/7953960276052719245-4749922602482151003?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/4749922602482151003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=4749922602482151003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/4749922602482151003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/4749922602482151003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/college-station-texas.html' title='College Station, Texas'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/R0Id0qL9M8I/AAAAAAAAADE/xpQf-dcSdII/s72-c/bonfirememorialsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-8027519188182326284</id><published>2007-11-16T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:38:05.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trans-Siberian Orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rz4MWqL9M7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lvKc0n89rz4/s1600-h/Trans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133554208670036914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rz4MWqL9M7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lvKc0n89rz4/s320/Trans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.trans-siberian.com/multimedia/index.shtml"&gt;http://www.trans-siberian.com/multimedia/index.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;You must all go listen to this. My sister Lynn and Her generous husband Gregg took me to Lubbock. Texas Wed. night for a date (I forgot what that was like). We went to a restaurant called Jazz (Cajun food) and then a concert. It was FABULOUS!!!! What an entertaining evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Last night it was off to Plainview for a play-off football game. Springlake-Earth did not win, but played a good game. It was cold (Below freezing) and windy, but great fun. Everyone knows everyone here. Even on wed. night in Lubbock, we saw no less that 4 groups of people Gregg and Lynn knew and we were a 70 min. drive from home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;How cool is that?&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/7953960276052719245-8027519188182326284?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8027519188182326284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=8027519188182326284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/8027519188182326284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/8027519188182326284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/trans-siberian-orchestra.html' title='Trans-Siberian Orchestra'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rz4MWqL9M7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lvKc0n89rz4/s72-c/Trans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-3732077683482420605</id><published>2007-11-15T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:08:54.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzygBqL9M1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9rbeOVTI0C0/s1600-h/bigbtoy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133153625660273490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzygBqL9M1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9rbeOVTI0C0/s320/bigbtoy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;No, this is not a 99 cent matchbox toy.  It is a tractor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discer&lt;/span&gt; (spelling?).   This is one of the smaller pieces of equipment out here.  This is right outside the barn.  You can see that there is not much around here.  Looking out front, you can see someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; cows and down the road at least 1/2 mile is a house.  Even the hired hands house, which is on their property, is over a mile away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It is fun to take walks here, you can go forever and never see another human, lots of animals, but no humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953960276052719245-3732077683482420605?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3732077683482420605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=3732077683482420605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/3732077683482420605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/3732077683482420605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-boy-toys.html' title='Big Boy Toys'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzygBqL9M1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9rbeOVTI0C0/s72-c/bigbtoy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-8512120598913015363</id><published>2007-11-15T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:38.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rz4CRqL9M4I/AAAAAAAAACo/QHhvgABjQzQ/s1600-h/Pigdog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133543127654413186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rz4CRqL9M4I/AAAAAAAAACo/QHhvgABjQzQ/s200/Pigdog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;My nephew has been involved in FFA and 4-H for several years now. This year he is raising a pig, with hopes to show in "The Majors". "Pig is his Hartford pig. right now he weighs about 80 lbs. He feels he will be close to 270 when he shows. He has to behave and act politely while in front of the judges. Ben works with "Pig" everyday, so that he is ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ben is also raising a Lamb for FFA this year. It also needs care and exercise (not his favorite activity). Since the lamb prefers his pen, Ben just ties him to his bike rides out away fro the pens and then let's him go -- the lamb runs full tilt back to his pen, safety and food. A couple of times a day and the lamb should be in great shape by show time.&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/7953960276052719245-8512120598913015363?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8512120598913015363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=8512120598913015363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/8512120598913015363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/8512120598913015363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/bens-animals.html' title='Ben&apos;s Animals'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rz4CRqL9M4I/AAAAAAAAACo/QHhvgABjQzQ/s72-c/Pigdog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-8216202989385004246</id><published>2007-11-15T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T12:46:37.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rz4AeqL9M2I/AAAAAAAAACY/IjUD1NX9ZcU/s1600-h/Pum3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133541151969456994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rz4AeqL9M2I/AAAAAAAAACY/IjUD1NX9ZcU/s200/Pum3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Everyone has them here; front porch, back porch, lining driveways, in stacks in the entryways. I remember that from visiting Canyon Lake, TX last year. In this part of the country they are preserved for use in Soup. Cookies, Breads and Pies throughout the coming year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;They are very decorative too.   &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133541920768602994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rz4BLaL9M3I/AAAAAAAAACg/xw6BNBE_tLs/s200/Pum1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I know it is fall in Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7953960276052719245-8216202989385004246?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8216202989385004246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=8216202989385004246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/8216202989385004246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/8216202989385004246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rz4AeqL9M2I/AAAAAAAAACY/IjUD1NX9ZcU/s72-c/Pum3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-7310599595308033446</id><published>2007-11-14T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:52:50.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzswhnBbVJI/AAAAAAAAACI/fDTGKulgyyY/s1600-h/earth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132749554287596690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 552px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="340" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzswhnBbVJI/AAAAAAAAACI/fDTGKulgyyY/s400/earth.JPG" width="505" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I have always wanted to have a picture of this sign. It is at the end of the journey to my sisters home in the panhandle of Texas. Seems that the others travelling with me in the past were interested in the picture, but for some reason the driver was ready to be at their destination. I gues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;s the destination is not clear at this point in ,my life, but I know that right here and right now I am only 38 miles from Earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;My sister works in Earth, my neice and 2 nephews go to school in Earth. From Lynn's house it takes about 30 minutes to drive to Earth (and for you socal people, they drive 65 here), so I guess you could say this is a very grounded area. I was listening to the radio as I drove through Hereford (can you guess what is big in this area) and they were talking about the Sat. morning auction. They also made sure that everyone knew that there was a prayer meeting in the half hour prior to the auction. Talk about keeping your priorities straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;That commercial brought to mind a Thanksgiveing reunion about 16 years ago back here when we had 40 - 50 people in the new barn at my sisters for "The Feast". We went and borrowed tables and chairs from the community center and decorated with native plantings (thanks to Gma Carolyn and grandchildren) and everyone brought a dish. Now out here there are no delis and most everything comes from the land, so this food was truly from the people attending. It was beautiful, the people were casual but appropriatley dressed and all was set-up and ready to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;One of the elder farmers was asked to "Bless" the meal. I still cry to this day as I remember this gentleman, thanked God for the rain and the sun and the soil and the strenghth to bring forth the bounty that we were all about to share. It made me realize that these "Men" who worked almost non-stop (not always in Church on Sunday) to provide for their families and so many others thoughout this country and the world, were awesome "Men" of God. They are proud of their country, their state, their community, and their families, but most important, humbled in God's presence, realizing that without his blessing, none of it would be possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Maybe that is why this was my first stop on this journey. To reconnect and realize that without God nothing good, and wonderful and fulfilling is possible. Thank you God.&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/7953960276052719245-7310599595308033446?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7310599595308033446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=7310599595308033446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/7310599595308033446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/7310599595308033446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/earth.html' title='Earth'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzswhnBbVJI/AAAAAAAAACI/fDTGKulgyyY/s72-c/earth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-2463602375902913935</id><published>2007-11-13T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:08:56.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise in New Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132443123727591730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoZ1AOt6TI/AAAAAAAAABw/G8tKPIWTfgg/s200/nm3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Grand daughter and I were talking about Sunrises the other day. I had seen a couple while hanging clothes on their line. It reminded me of when I had children at home. Sunrise and the clothesline were a great time to talk to God; to thank him for the new day, a chance to make it right again. It was when I could lay things out before the Lord and ask him about things. It was a time of quiet, so I could listen for his &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;response.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoZ0wOt6SI/AAAAAAAAABo/s2Uz21QauWg/s1600-h/nm2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132443119432624418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoZ0wOt6SI/AAAAAAAAABo/s2Uz21QauWg/s200/nm2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, my Grand daughter was sharing with me that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she had only experienced one sunrise and that she had &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to have cocoa to stay warm. For some reason, when I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am talking to God, I usually feel warm, and safe, and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right, and strong. It is when I stop talking to him that I lose that most precious feeling, so I have decided to start &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoying the sunrises and talking to God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoZ1gOt6VI/AAAAAAAAACA/r7aQ4KJXOkY/s1600-h/nm5.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132443132317526354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoZ1gOt6VI/AAAAAAAAACA/r7aQ4KJXOkY/s200/nm5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Mexico was a great start.  I was on I-40 and just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;had an amazing talk with God, Monday morning.  I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sang prasies, thanked him for his power in my life and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the new day before me.  I asked him to protect my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;family and loved ones (especially Agatha) and to keep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;us all safe until we are all together again.  I lifted up my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;concerns for him to handle, because I know of no one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;else better suited to do that and I thanked him for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;glorys he has so graciously provided me, not because I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoZ1QOt6UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Nr6auRfvtM/s1600-h/nm4.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132443128022559042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoZ1QOt6UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Nr6auRfvtM/s200/nm4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deserved them, but because God loves me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a wonderful beginning to a super day on the road of life.  I know I will be enjoying the sunrise that God provides more and more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoZ1QOt6UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Nr6auRfvtM/s1600-h/nm4.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953960276052719245-2463602375902913935?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/2463602375902913935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=2463602375902913935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/2463602375902913935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/2463602375902913935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunrise-in-new-mexico.html' title='Sunrise in New Mexico'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoZ1AOt6TI/AAAAAAAAABw/G8tKPIWTfgg/s72-c/nm3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-9168596437374625809</id><published>2007-11-13T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:32:49.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no longer Employed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoW1gOt6QI/AAAAAAAAABY/pPOFp9HI3Ks/s1600-h/Mort.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132439833782642946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoW1gOt6QI/AAAAAAAAABY/pPOFp9HI3Ks/s320/Mort.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I am now a free woman, well almost. My final day of work was Friday November 9, 2007. I begin look for work the first of the year. Now is the time to figure out my path. God is so awesome. He has a plan for me, I just need to tune in and figure out what he has in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;After the Mission Inn run on Sunday, I will be on the road, seeking peace, calm, healing and God's desires for my life path. &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/7953960276052719245-9168596437374625809?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/9168596437374625809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=9168596437374625809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/9168596437374625809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/9168596437374625809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-no-longer-employed.html' title='I am no longer Employed'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RzoW1gOt6QI/AAAAAAAAABY/pPOFp9HI3Ks/s72-c/Mort.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-6607675042255067828</id><published>2007-11-05T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:28:56.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where My Stuff Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Ry-yPRRHl4I/AAAAAAAAABI/9L6Q1CBcxlk/s1600-h/Attic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129514476001269634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Ry-yPRRHl4I/AAAAAAAAABI/9L6Q1CBcxlk/s320/Attic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I moved. At least I moved my stuff. It is taking a vacation from daily use, while I try to figure out "Me". There is this cool place in Riverside that is kinda tucked back in and seems to be pretty safe for "My Stuff". I figure next year will be a good time to get it back. Right now I need to find "Me". I am glad that until then there is a place for "My Stuff".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Ry-zdhRHl5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6_M185yq2I8/s1600-h/Attic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129515820326033298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Ry-zdhRHl5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6_M185yq2I8/s320/Attic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;This was the kind of day it was on Sat., while Rick, Joe and I moved "My Stuff". I needed the sun, almost felt like God was giving me the thumbs up on my recent life choices. Like I ask Jess, "How could something that my head knows is so right, hurt so bad?"  My answers lay in God's hands, I know he has a plan, I trust him, I need to learn to rely on his power.  He will show me the way. God gave me a beautiful Saturday, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7953960276052719245-6607675042255067828?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6607675042255067828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=6607675042255067828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/6607675042255067828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/6607675042255067828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-my-stuff-lives.html' title='Where My Stuff Lives'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Ry-yPRRHl4I/AAAAAAAAABI/9L6Q1CBcxlk/s72-c/Attic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-7599680258671008482</id><published>2007-10-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:26:22.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kool-aid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RxTuQGLuEOI/AAAAAAAAABA/bLYXnlPYYls/s1600-h/Koolaid-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121980636532183266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RxTuQGLuEOI/AAAAAAAAABA/bLYXnlPYYls/s320/Koolaid-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Does an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;yone remember this? I come from a family of 5 kids born in the 50's. My Mom had a Koolaid pitcher like you remember from the commercials. "Kool-aid, Kool-aid, tastes great, wish we had some, can't wait."   Mom made it with less sugar and added fruit juice (we thought it was to taste better). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Well, I have 4 of my own children (Blessings), so it did not take long to save up enough koolaid points to get a free pitcher and a dozen cups. I wonder what happened to them all (some are buried in Gavilan Hills I am sure). This one did not look like the commercials, but sure carried alot of memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kids are gone, life is unstable and memories must be in my heart and mind now. Time to part with the"STUFF". Anyone want mine?&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/7953960276052719245-7599680258671008482?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7599680258671008482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=7599680258671008482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/7599680258671008482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/7599680258671008482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/10/kool-aid.html' title='Kool-aid'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RxTuQGLuEOI/AAAAAAAAABA/bLYXnlPYYls/s72-c/Koolaid-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-4203782402680798792</id><published>2007-10-11T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T09:39:13.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeter Side of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rw5RRGLuENI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RwdzoKiz6Os/s1600-h/cookie_T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120119180526227666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rw5RRGLuENI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RwdzoKiz6Os/s320/cookie_T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I have been using up stuff in the house lately and being experimental. Lots of cake mixes left from the plan to be birthday mom for many years. Anyway, I do remember from years ago that you can make cookies from them. You just add one egg and a softened cube of butter or margarine. You bake them at 350 degrees for about 13 min. They can be quite Tasty. I stated experimenting before my son Steven left for Italy (to study abroad for a semester).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Last night was a very successful endeavor. Wonderfully delicious outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lemon Cake mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1/4 c. marg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1/2 c. applesauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1/2 bran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3/4 c. chopped walnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3/4 c. cranraisins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3/4 c. white choc chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;You should experiment too.&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/7953960276052719245-4203782402680798792?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/4203782402680798792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=4203782402680798792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/4203782402680798792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/4203782402680798792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweeter-side-of-life.html' title='Sweeter Side of Life'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rw5RRGLuENI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RwdzoKiz6Os/s72-c/cookie_T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-1092938269505952855</id><published>2007-10-02T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T09:50:43.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RwJ1x2LuELI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CWCD2CGl41A/s1600-h/angel_island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116781625865015474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RwJ1x2LuELI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CWCD2CGl41A/s320/angel_island.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Life is getting overwhelming. I want to run away NOW! Have to wait a month. Lots to do, go through, finish, tie up. I do not want to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I have been preparing to speak 5 minutes on the "Hope" we have in God. I know why. I need to know that through all of this strife, God is with me, walking alongside, sometimes supporting, and other times pulling me as I kick and scream in pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Thank you Lord for your patience with my stubbornness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Thank you for your peace with my turmoil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Thank you for your healing with my sickness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Thank you for providing people in my life to assure me that I am loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Thank you Lord for your steadfast love in this time of my questioning my life purpose. You are my purpose Lord and look forward to this time to seek your path for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michael-thomas.com/music/church/worship/i_sing_praises_OH.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I sing Praises&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953960276052719245-1092938269505952855?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1092938269505952855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=1092938269505952855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/1092938269505952855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/1092938269505952855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/10/running-away.html' title='Running Away'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/RwJ1x2LuELI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CWCD2CGl41A/s72-c/angel_island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-5547380894056602491</id><published>2007-09-27T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:14:50.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I really need to work on getting photos and learning to download them of the net.  More projects and things to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rvw5AGLuEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kdA2CnPO_kY/s1600-h/ruth0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115025950608593042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rvw5AGLuEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kdA2CnPO_kY/s200/ruth0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7953960276052719245-5547380894056602491?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/5547380894056602491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=5547380894056602491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/5547380894056602491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/5547380894056602491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/09/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rvw5AGLuEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kdA2CnPO_kY/s72-c/ruth0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-7682976619923331457</id><published>2007-09-27T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:20:08.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitesurfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rvw6omLuEKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QGZdNJsLS8Y/s1600-h/Kitesurfing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115027745904922786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rvw6omLuEKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QGZdNJsLS8Y/s200/Kitesurfing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kristenpelou.com/Eng/Portfolio/Kite/source/3.html"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 16px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 11px" height="175" alt="" src="http://www.kristenpelou.com/Eng/Portfolio/Kite/source/3.html" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;This is what I want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; when I grow up ,well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; maybe not quite,but sort of. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JzN1LzWhig"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JzN1LzWhig&lt;/a&gt;. I am already looking into lessons next spring. I will have to talk with my "Big Brother" Mark about it. He knows how to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of water sports. This one just looks like an awful lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Fun is kind of my focus right now. My Kids and Father (Carol too) gave me a 2 night escape at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newportchannelinn.com/"&gt;http://www.newportchannelinn.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfect choice, I did not go anywhere but the beach, sun patio and &lt;a href="http://www.cappyscafe.com/"&gt;http://www.cappyscafe.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;for the whole visit. I did wish I had a camera, but my mind gets to keep the view close. Morning and evening surfers,wind rippled sand in the late afternoon, the winter surf community (photographers, die hard surfers, guys that drive out n the sand to check out the surf), It was GREAT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lots of reading and prayer time, trying to ready myself for the challenges that lay ahead. My thanks to all involved, your support means more that I will ever be able to express. I just need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;set my&lt;/span&gt; focus on God's power and majesty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; he shows in the ocean. Based on that I know that he has the power and majesty to pull me through this experience. Thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7953960276052719245-7682976619923331457?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7682976619923331457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=7682976619923331457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/7682976619923331457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/7682976619923331457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/09/kitesurfing.html' title='Kitesurfing'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wu1evqv3NXw/Rvw6omLuEKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QGZdNJsLS8Y/s72-c/Kitesurfing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-7108411186031573045</id><published>2007-09-26T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:08:21.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I forgot one of the most moving parts of the fair Friday.  It was the Exhibit of Millard Sheets in The art gallery named after him. This year is his 100 year anniversary.  I knew of him through his Home Savings Buildings throughout So Cal. This man was given an extraordinary talent and used it for so much good.  I was pretty overwhelmed by his abilities.  Any Art Lover should check it out at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairplex.com/fp/foundations/MillardSheets/exhibition.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.fairplex.com/fp/foundations/MillardSheets/exhibition.asp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953960276052719245-7108411186031573045?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7108411186031573045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=7108411186031573045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/7108411186031573045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/7108411186031573045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/09/fair.html' title='The Fair'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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-7953960276052719245.post-8171423645907873884</id><published>2007-09-21T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:12:04.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW, The LA County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;I did it, I really did it.  Past 50. born in California, lived in So. Cal. for at least 35 years and I finally made it to the LA county Fair.  It was a blast.  I saw a true "Bed of Flowers"  (daybed frame around a flower bed), Watusi Cattle (from Africa, with the largest horns in the world), a tarantula in his web, and the most beautiful handknit sweater done by a woman from Riverside (sorry I did not get her name).  It got a special Judges award as well as a blue ribbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;There was &lt;strong&gt;TONS &lt;/strong&gt;of other stuff to see and I watched several demos, like making arrangements with stuff from your yard (who ever knew you could wire a bunch of little flowers together to make a big one) and cool table setting with lots of stuff gathered up from around your house.  I tasted lots of things, touch lots of creatures and experienced as much as 9 hours at an uncrowded fair on a gorgeous day could provide.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;I feel like I am 10 again.  Even though lots of things I had seen and heard before, it all seemed so new.  It is so neat how God can let us see the same things in a different light if we just open our hearts to him.  Thank you God for giving me this day and all the joy that it brought to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh, and I have decided that it is time to get a digital camera, so I can show you all the wonderful things that I see.&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/7953960276052719245-8171423645907873884?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8171423645907873884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=8171423645907873884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/8171423645907873884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/8171423645907873884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-la-county-fair.html' title='WOW, The LA County Fair'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953960276052719245.post-6332040686050232479</id><published>2007-09-20T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:36:40.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like that Teal</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Think I will stick with it. Now I need to get some pictures up and running. &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/7953960276052719245-6332040686050232479?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6332040686050232479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=6332040686050232479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/6332040686050232479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/6332040686050232479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/09/like-that-teal.html' title='Like that Teal'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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-7953960276052719245.post-1998627812233881632</id><published>2007-09-20T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:34:28.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOT MY GREENS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now I need to pick a text color. Time to expperiment. &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/7953960276052719245-1998627812233881632?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1998627812233881632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=1998627812233881632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/1998627812233881632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/1998627812233881632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-i-need-to-pick-text-color.html' title=''/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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-7953960276052719245.post-3991421894259108058</id><published>2007-09-20T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:01:34.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Well, I could not get my page to be teal, maybe soon, but I can write in teal. That is one of those colors that has remained a favorite throughout my years. Must go with my skin, because it looked good when my hair was brown, dishwater blonde and now strikingly white (with a bit of darker).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;It is amazing as I reflect back on my life, what it has brought to me. The realization that that phrase we have heard forever is so true. Keep your priorities straight - God First, then family, everything else will fall into place in God's plan if you keep it straight. As I reflect, how many times have I strayed off that path, no wonder I am "Over the Hill" on the outside and yet still feel 30 on the inside. God has been so faithful in always herding me back into his fold. To that I give him all the glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;This is a first, but I will learn, as I always have and someday it will appear that I have my act together. Of course the ultimate will be the day that I actually do have my act together (I will let you know when that happens).&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/7953960276052719245-3991421894259108058?l=mamadebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3991421894259108058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953960276052719245&amp;postID=3991421894259108058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/3991421894259108058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953960276052719245/posts/default/3991421894259108058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamadebrick.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh my goodness!'/><author><name>Mamadebrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151697087962295912</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>
