<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135</id><updated>2009-11-15T02:22:20.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snappy Finger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>580</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-2525183020514969159</id><published>2009-11-15T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:04:40.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn Colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>So Call Me The Banjo Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rteDvdFI/AAAAAAAAIXI/Ppd_LUnsR-E/s1600-h/IMG_0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rteDvdFI/AAAAAAAAIXI/Ppd_LUnsR-E/s640/IMG_0591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404156506774926418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather played havoc with the East Coast of the U.S. this week.  The 11th and 12th.  I stayed indoors because for 36 hours the rain came down hard and fast without letting up.  Not even any thunder or lightning... just crashing rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Friday I needed to get out.  I snapped this shot just to show you the dark clouds to the north and east of us after the weather had left our area of Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rs19GMDI/AAAAAAAAIXA/X35SfBQD-fo/s1600-h/IMG_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rs19GMDI/AAAAAAAAIXA/X35SfBQD-fo/s640/IMG_0594.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404156496009637938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled off the Alt-220 into this empty cul-de-sac in an industrial area to get a shot of the clouds over the Blue Ridge Mountains looking south.  I almost thought it wanted to snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rsnwwMII/AAAAAAAAIW4/dofJB85i-z8/s1600-h/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rsnwwMII/AAAAAAAAIW4/dofJB85i-z8/s640/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404156492199768194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is where I parked... in the cul-de-sac that has numerous "NO PARKING EVER EVER EVER" signs. Cuz I'm a rule breaker and because there were no policemen around.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rEfsuNzI/AAAAAAAAIWo/fcI7hLWsUQk/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rEfsuNzI/AAAAAAAAIWo/fcI7hLWsUQk/s640/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404155802840610610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature done shed her purdy leaves and now leaves us with views like this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9zOEcb9mI/AAAAAAAAIXQ/qpzrCOG6Zu0/s1600-h/IMG_0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9zOEcb9mI/AAAAAAAAIXQ/qpzrCOG6Zu0/s640/IMG_0597.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404164763416262242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay... so there was one lonely, orange colored tree left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rD-wjmOI/AAAAAAAAIWg/5RBWpMMD9ms/s1600-h/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rD-wjmOI/AAAAAAAAIWg/5RBWpMMD9ms/s640/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404155793998321890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a sight to behold.  Just enlarge this photo and I think you'll agree.  It's still pretty enough to inspire a banjo player to wanna do a mountaintop jig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-2525183020514969159?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/2525183020514969159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=2525183020514969159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/2525183020514969159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/2525183020514969159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/so-call-me-banjo-girl.html' title='So Call Me The Banjo Girl'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sv9rteDvdFI/AAAAAAAAIXI/Ppd_LUnsR-E/s72-c/IMG_0591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-3407229098180466239</id><published>2009-11-14T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:10:19.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway Prize'/><title type='text'>Sam &amp; Ruby Winner!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/htrE1SBEryg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/htrE1SBEryg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a happy Friday the 13th to each of you this evening!  Other than being a busy day out searching for a copy of an old book only to fail and come home without, it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good news.... &lt;insert drum roll here&gt;... the winner of the Sam and Ruby CD is Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she'll like this folksy little CD.  Everybody tell Tanya congratulations!  We drew a slip of paper with names in a bowl, but I forgot to take a photo because it was late and I was fat, happy and lazy with a belly full of pizza.  I really must stop eating so much!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pop you an e-mail, Tanya so I can get this CD to you.  Congrats girly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-3407229098180466239?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/3407229098180466239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=3407229098180466239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/3407229098180466239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/3407229098180466239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/sam-ruby-winner.html' title='Sam &amp; Ruby Winner!!'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-8041021120529332536</id><published>2009-11-13T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:45:41.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>The Angst Gangsta</title><content type='html'>I hope there are a few younger ladies reading this today as they seem to be the bloggers experiencing the most angst.  At least that is the picture being painted as I read through so many blogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were some of today's comments that stuck out in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am re-inventing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding myself and my own voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to let go of past dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly not where I wanted to be at this point in life and I'm miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting my blog go because it's not what I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the girl with all the plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT!  STOP IT!  STOP IT!  ... Ohm Ohm Ohm Ohm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SujW7bX7xII/AAAAAAAAIKM/zJ5k5X-kbIw/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SujW7bX7xII/AAAAAAAAIKM/zJ5k5X-kbIw/s640/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397800469852308610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds as though the Gangsta of Angst has hit the blogging world once again and each time he raises his ugly head I ask myself where all of this misery comes from in us women.  Many of these statements sound like the thoughts that ran around in my head during my thirties.... my decade of confusion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvyoOmknwqI/AAAAAAAAIVM/_rGx6Ruo5ys/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-22+at+19.19+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvyoOmknwqI/AAAAAAAAIVM/_rGx6Ruo5ys/s640/Photo+on+2009-10-22+at+19.19+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403378621763535522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, oh young ones...... Each decade you wear it will become easier to love yourself, and all of these feelings you are now wrestling with will all fade away along with your cute butt, perky boobies, wrinkle-free face and liver spot-free hands.  All of your angst is for naught.  If you can hold out until age 55 you'll look back and say, "Hey... I'm happy.  When did that happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying so hard to be something else.  Relax and let life be good to you.  Why waste so much energy trying to figure it all out?  Closing down a blog won't solve anything unless of course it's the cause of the dust and laundry piling up in your house that is causing your head to spin around backwards and spit up pea soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvyoOylTZOI/AAAAAAAAIVU/Asw7zTOQ4BA/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvyoOylTZOI/AAAAAAAAIVU/Asw7zTOQ4BA/s640/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403378624987620578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd.... I'm so happy to finally be an old woman who's comfortable just stuffing her hair under a baseball hat or a pointy hat filled with bows and crap.  NOW, if these hot flashes would find a new home life would be perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't forget about my &lt;a href="http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/sam-and-scooby-dooby-ruby-giveaway.html"&gt;CD giveaway&lt;/a&gt; in the previous post) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-8041021120529332536?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/8041021120529332536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=8041021120529332536&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/8041021120529332536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/8041021120529332536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/angst-gangsta.html' title='The Angst Gangsta'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SujW7bX7xII/AAAAAAAAIKM/zJ5k5X-kbIw/s72-c/IMG_0409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-7518059044247104890</id><published>2009-11-11T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:46:02.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway Prize'/><title type='text'>Sam and Scooby Dooby Ruby Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvoJhTiBWmI/AAAAAAAAIUk/Jw26hORttYE/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvoJhTiBWmI/AAAAAAAAIUk/Jw26hORttYE/s640/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402641170767632994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November..... and it's raining.  But I did find a bit of time to let Snappy get a few shots out in our backyard yesterday while it was sprinkling and before the real stuff started to fall.  There's still just hints of color here and there, but you have to sneak around all sides of the house and yard to find them.  Most of the trees are already bare and it causes me to think back to our first November here in Virginia in 2007.  We still had color on many of the trees at Thanksgiving time.  This year it's chillier and makes me wonder if our winter will come a bit earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvoJhIBHZ4I/AAAAAAAAIUc/J3SsT0w3GZ0/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvoJhIBHZ4I/AAAAAAAAIUc/J3SsT0w3GZ0/s640/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402641167676827522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome and Missy had been following me around the yard so once Snappy had completed her mission we all headed indoors for a bit of music.  I had been eyeing this Sam and Ruby CD for a couple of months and finally decided that my ears could use a bit of new sounds while sitting and tapping on my keyboard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE IT!    And, I've posted some of the songs from the CD over in my right hand column if you would like to listen to them.  Then tell me what you think... (1) I like it.  (2) No way Hosea it stinks! (3) Umm, well it's okay I guess. (4) I have it already and this CD is '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so yesterday&lt;/span&gt;' you out of the loop old woman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvoJgoqX7FI/AAAAAAAAIUU/mxocZtQAlb8/s1600-h/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvoJgoqX7FI/AAAAAAAAIUU/mxocZtQAlb8/s640/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402641159259941970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do a giveaway so if you want the CD just let me know in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giveaway will be closed Friday night so leave a comment if interested.  Later my little bloggettes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-7518059044247104890?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/7518059044247104890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=7518059044247104890&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/7518059044247104890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/7518059044247104890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/sam-and-scooby-dooby-ruby-giveaway.html' title='Sam and Scooby Dooby Ruby Giveaway'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvoJhTiBWmI/AAAAAAAAIUk/Jw26hORttYE/s72-c/IMG_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-6346268525051551690</id><published>2009-11-11T09:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:24:55.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Rain Choir... so kewl</title><content type='html'>Neat choir.... and this is what the rain sounds like on my rooftop right now, minus the thunder.  Pretty neat, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6ZVpZqistk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6ZVpZqistk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-6346268525051551690?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/6346268525051551690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=6346268525051551690&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/6346268525051551690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/6346268525051551690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/rain-choir-so-kewl.html' title='Rain Choir... so kewl'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-8883978236905801675</id><published>2009-11-11T00:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:23:00.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veterans Day'/><title type='text'>Some Applause Please....</title><content type='html'>That's my Hubby up top on the header as well as an AC-130 gunship which he loaded bombs onto and also hung out the side looking for incoming gunfire so he could tell the pilot which way to turn to avoid being hit.  It had a huge howitzer Gatling gun out the side and they would fly over Cambodia and shoot the trucks that were bringing in supplies to the North Vietnamese troops.  Another of their jobs was to assist the ground troops, drawing fire to themselves while dropping bombs in order to relieve the troops that were caught in heavy ground fire with the North Vietnamese.  Hubby was officially known on these flights as a gunner.  Can we get some applause for this man please as well as his branch of service, the United States Air Force.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VETERAN'S DAY DARLIN'.  I LOVE YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-8883978236905801675?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/8883978236905801675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=8883978236905801675&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/8883978236905801675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/8883978236905801675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/some-applause-please.html' title='Some Applause Please....'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-5410584942755204938</id><published>2009-11-10T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:06:39.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><title type='text'>But I Liked Fabio She Pouted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvjSuNQo08I/AAAAAAAAITk/oCnnqyOml78/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvjSuNQo08I/AAAAAAAAITk/oCnnqyOml78/s640/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299444306170818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say that I am not a reader anymore and I'm not sure when it was that I turned into a non-reader type person.  It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvjS1c3YEAI/AAAAAAAAIUE/iY3w5FzAVCY/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-11-09+at+9.28.13+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvjS1c3YEAI/AAAAAAAAIUE/iY3w5FzAVCY/s640/Screen+shot+2009-11-09+at+9.28.13+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299568754266114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when the above words of a cheap, romance novel made my day and kept me all horny-fied until my husband came home from work.  Well, my first husband.... and I was MUCH younger in those days and probably &lt;grins&gt; much more naturally horny-fied even without the words of a cheap novel to  push me into those moments of steamy, hot passion when the sun went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvjSu_MOfGI/AAAAAAAAIT8/zqL7U6-a1ks/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-11-09+at+9.27.40+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvjSu_MOfGI/AAAAAAAAIT8/zqL7U6-a1ks/s640/Screen+shot+2009-11-09+at+9.27.40+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299457709440098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savage Thunder by Johanna Lindsey was my favorite... you know... the one with the entire page describing them having sex while riding a horse.  I would read it to you right now if I still had the paperback.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, LOOK... Fabio was on the cover portraying Colt Thunder..... erm, the guy on the boing boing horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvjSup7FINI/AAAAAAAAIT0/hp-Dm-WwQxk/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-11-09+at+9.30.48+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvjSup7FINI/AAAAAAAAIT0/hp-Dm-WwQxk/s640/Screen+shot+2009-11-09+at+9.30.48+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299452000379090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I searched for the same steamy book today the cover had been completely revamped.  It looks like a Little House On The Prairie cover.  What the..... hey, where did Fabio go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure wish I had my original copy with Fabio the fabulous on it.  *snifs*  Where for art thou Fabio?  Don't tell anyone, but I still get excited when I think about that horse riding sex scene in the book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lg52V_bOIuY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lg52V_bOIuY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-5410584942755204938?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/5410584942755204938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=5410584942755204938&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/5410584942755204938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/5410584942755204938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/but-i-liked-fabio-she-pouted.html' title='But I Liked Fabio She Pouted'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvjSuNQo08I/AAAAAAAAITk/oCnnqyOml78/s72-c/IMG_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-3490767650018116458</id><published>2009-11-09T15:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:02:07.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veterans Day'/><title type='text'>Married To OR Know a Vet? Get Freebies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SviCdIRMfCI/AAAAAAAAITc/k85MUYTR8Ds/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SviCdIRMfCI/AAAAAAAAITc/k85MUYTR8Ds/s640/P1010026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402211189978332194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi All..... Just wanted to let you active military and vet families know that there are specials out there for you.  Check out &lt;a href="http://www.homedepot.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ContentView?pn=Customer_Support&amp;langId=-1&amp;storeId=10051&amp;catalogId=10053&amp;cm_sp=homepage-_-wk40-_-F2-_-10p_military_discount"&gt;Home Depot&lt;/a&gt; for a 10% discount and a few restaurants with free or special meal deals.  &lt;a href="http://www.goldencorral.com/military/"&gt;Golden Corral&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.applebees.com/"&gt;Applebees&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.outback.com/companyinfo/veteransday2009.aspx"&gt;Outback Steakhouse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out or let someone else know.  Hey... freebies are freebies, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-3490767650018116458?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/3490767650018116458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=3490767650018116458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/3490767650018116458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/3490767650018116458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/married-to-or-know-vet.html' title='Married To OR Know a Vet? Get Freebies!'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SviCdIRMfCI/AAAAAAAAITc/k85MUYTR8Ds/s72-c/P1010026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-543477561293853255</id><published>2009-11-09T06:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:50:52.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland'/><title type='text'>Waaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTI3ZfQ01I/AAAAAAAAITI/DbMK4KIx4_w/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTI3ZfQ01I/AAAAAAAAITI/DbMK4KIx4_w/s640/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401162707184440146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so at dinner Thursday evening, where a flicked a couple chunks of dried food the previous diner had left for me off the placemat, we discussed our plan for Friday.  First though we would attempt to get a good nights sleep on the 'Heavenly Beds' so we would be good to go to the Inner Harbor prior to leaving town.  I tell you what, our dogs sleep on better beds than we had at the Westin.  Mind if I borrow yours to take along on our next trip, Missy?  I promise to leave all the baby toys at home with you. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTIkYddjUI/AAAAAAAAITA/fOWX82MHHHA/s1600-h/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTIkYddjUI/AAAAAAAAITA/fOWX82MHHHA/s640/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401162380490935618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning arrived after flip flopping back and forth on the stinkin' bed all night and guess what??  Aww, shit... just another day on our lousy trip.  Hubby woke up with a frozen muscle in his back and could barely get out of bed let alone walk to the crapper and shower, and there was no way he would be able to walk around the Inner Harbor and so another day of fun was scrapped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTIkNl86CI/AAAAAAAAIS4/VEV7MDD4ewM/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTIkNl86CI/AAAAAAAAIS4/VEV7MDD4ewM/s640/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401162377573754914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we just said, "FUKITOL", hobbled his ass and mine back into the truck and headed for home.  I took a bunch of these, 'Where In The World is Waldo' type photos from our moving vehicle as we headed out of the Baltimore area towards home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTIkHUL6hI/AAAAAAAAISw/EKCcYaWMYbU/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTIkHUL6hI/AAAAAAAAISw/EKCcYaWMYbU/s640/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401162375888628242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, here we go, heading West on 70 to catch the I-81 south so we don't have to continue our nightmare trip by subjecting ourselves to the early morning Beltway rush hour in D.C.  Let's go West Dear, then south and head our asses home.  I'm tired of this trip to nowhere to do nothing but throw our money at an expensive hotel room with beds that tie our backs in knots.  They literally crippled Hubby's back.  (I'm typing this Sunday morning and he still walks bent over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTH0XioDtI/AAAAAAAAISY/sF3LZ_9m0fM/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTH0XioDtI/AAAAAAAAISY/sF3LZ_9m0fM/s640/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401161555610439378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See..... See.... no photos of the area as proof we actually were in Baltimore other than this sign.  Sorry for the spots on the photo from our dirty windshield, but trust me, I was in no mood to be cleaning the glass just to get this sorry ass photo.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTJkIPqecI/AAAAAAAAITQ/uzZS6NQ_wTc/s1600-h/IMG_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTJkIPqecI/AAAAAAAAITQ/uzZS6NQ_wTc/s640/IMG_0063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401163475649722818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was uneventful.  I drove, he sucked down Motrin.  'Nuf said.  I was glad to see Virginia once again and it's autumn blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTH0GRolKI/AAAAAAAAISQ/ECG8j0cGw28/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTH0GRolKI/AAAAAAAAISQ/ECG8j0cGw28/s640/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401161550975767714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights out on this trip.  Lights out.  Better luck next time Blue Ridge Gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8eX0JyRK0A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8eX0JyRK0A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-543477561293853255?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/543477561293853255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=543477561293853255&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/543477561293853255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/543477561293853255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/waaaaaaa.html' title='Waaaaaaa'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTI3ZfQ01I/AAAAAAAAITI/DbMK4KIx4_w/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-6641278412944200729</id><published>2009-11-08T07:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:03:44.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland'/><title type='text'>Da' Goods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTCKKUEzWI/AAAAAAAAISA/WfxDfnxLiKA/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTCKKUEzWI/AAAAAAAAISA/WfxDfnxLiKA/s640/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401155332947103074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for the day on Thursday was to head from Linthicum over to Columbia and do a bit of shopping at my favorite store there.  Home Goods!  How I used to love this store when it was just a few minutes from our home.  I purchased MANY decorative items there for our house many of which I still have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTCJ2rbMuI/AAAAAAAAIR4/-hiHf5_pkpg/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTCJ2rbMuI/AAAAAAAAIR4/-hiHf5_pkpg/s640/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401155327676330722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had said he would &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'try'&lt;/span&gt; to get away from the meeting early enough so that we could drive up to Baltimore to the Inner Harbor.  The restaurants there have wonderful Maryland crabcakes, plus it's just a great place to spend some time.. The National Aquarium is there, great stores, and excellent photo ops which Hubby knows I love.  It was the plan for the day that I would shop and then we would head a few minutes up the road to Baltimore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTCJhLqMiI/AAAAAAAAIRw/rckP7eLBzfw/s1600-h/IMG_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTCJhLqMiI/AAAAAAAAIRw/rckP7eLBzfw/s640/IMG_0034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401155321905951266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I grabbed a shopping cart and headed up and down the aisles to see if there were any items I would not be able to live without.  Up and down the aisles she goes... what hops into her cart, nobody knows. Cute stuff, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTB64pXcNI/AAAAAAAAIRo/nN0g5uiCDRU/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTB64pXcNI/AAAAAAAAIRo/nN0g5uiCDRU/s640/IMG_0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401155070506528978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was nothing I could NOT do without.  Nothing that I probably can't find at home if I look hard enough in our local Roanoke stores.  Nothing I needed or truly wanted and I was not going to spend a buck just to spend a buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTB6qANgXI/AAAAAAAAIRg/Ilp2mzmtfjw/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTB6qANgXI/AAAAAAAAIRg/Ilp2mzmtfjw/s640/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401155066575815026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although I did ponder over these plates a bit, and then at 2:00 I headed back to our hotel to await Hubby and our drive up to Baltimore to the Inner Harbor.  I soooo wanted to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTB6o-KStI/AAAAAAAAIRY/eaENgqICI5k/s1600-h/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTB6o-KStI/AAAAAAAAIRY/eaENgqICI5k/s640/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401155066298780370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;waited&lt;/span&gt;.  And I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;waited&lt;/span&gt;.  And I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;waited&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby arrived back from the seminar at 5 pm.... the sun was going down..... He was exhausted from all the hob nobbing with the big wigs and CEO's from National Instruments and the likes of 'that' world... you know... the corporate world.  Without the daylight for photo shooting and not being able to look out over the water of the Chesapeake Bay I saw no reason to drive to Baltimore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTF1GXk8hI/AAAAAAAAISI/0-gN9kQEc8s/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTF1GXk8hI/AAAAAAAAISI/0-gN9kQEc8s/s640/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401159369157308946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was that we ate at the hotel restaurant once again.  A great meal, great company with the man I love...... and fake candles.  A blinded friend, no purchases at the store, no Inner Harbor, and a phony fake ambiance candle with a battery operated fake flicker!  This trip was getting on my nerves!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-6641278412944200729?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/6641278412944200729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=6641278412944200729&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/6641278412944200729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/6641278412944200729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/da-goods.html' title='Da&apos; Goods'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvTCKKUEzWI/AAAAAAAAISA/WfxDfnxLiKA/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-9187361381625037659</id><published>2009-11-07T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:00:33.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="flashObj" width="486" height="412" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10172910001?isVid=1&amp;publisherID=59121" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=1240477456&amp;playerID=10172910001&amp;domain=embed&amp;" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10172910001?isVid=1&amp;publisherID=59121" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1240477456&amp;playerID=10172910001&amp;domain=embed&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-9187361381625037659?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/9187361381625037659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=9187361381625037659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/9187361381625037659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/9187361381625037659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-6525720100318499969</id><published>2009-11-07T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:31:16.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland'/><title type='text'>More Good News, Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS6FidquyI/AAAAAAAAIRI/4syI99DIn_w/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS6FidquyI/AAAAAAAAIRI/4syI99DIn_w/s640/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401146457437420322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before returning to our hotel for the evening and after the scrumptious barbecue dinner I insisted that Hubby and I pay a visit to our old neighborhood and the friends we had there that we had not seen since moving away in 2004.  It was a neighborhood and neighbors that I had completely fallen head over heels in deep like with and I was not about to leave Maryland without seeing at least a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was delightful, happy, filled with such good news of the past 5 years.  Their two daughters had grown from grade school age to high school beauties, well versed and well mannered.  This didn't surprise me since their parents are two of the nicest people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.  We had first moved into the neighborhood in 2000 and their youngest daughter at that time was four years old, would come up onto our front porch, press her tiny nose against our window screens, peek inside and visit with our dog.  She's now 13 and plays the trombone!  What a change.  Her older sister is now looking at colleges to attend... EEK... where do the years go?  I would not have missed this visit for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS6FfhiUjI/AAAAAAAAIRA/Ulc1GW04WkA/s1600-h/IMG_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS6FfhiUjI/AAAAAAAAIRA/Ulc1GW04WkA/s640/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401146456648340018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon completing this visit we walked two doors down the street and knocked on another neighbor's door.  Our dear friend answered.  She was surprised to see us, since we had not called anyone ahead of time, and she greeted us with a huge smile.  I commented on her loss of weight and she related to us that her husband had been injured in a freak accident earlier this year and had lost his eye sight entirely.  He is a physicist.  Exceptionally smart like my Hubby.  His optic nerve had been severed in the accident and he will most likely never see again unless stem cell research provides a solution in the years ahead or a technology is developed that will allow him to in some way see again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I were heart broken at this news and stared at the piles and piles of insurance and medical bills and forms that now fill their dining room table.  Neither of them can now work as it is now her new job in life to care for him and take care of ALL OF THE INSURANCE FORMS!!  We need reform folks.  For those of you against it, well..... my jaw hit the floor when I saw what it has done to these people's lives. Insurance reform in this country is a must.  An absolute must.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS6F0JYwNI/AAAAAAAAIRQ/p1FWhGUvp7o/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS6F0JYwNI/AAAAAAAAIRQ/p1FWhGUvp7o/s640/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401146462184194258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning arrived too soon.  We did not sleep at all well on the Westin Hotel's beds which they advertise as being 'Heavenly Beds'.  Not so.... Not so.... they suck if you want the truth about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and ate my breakfast alone at the hotel restaurant called the 'Luminous'.  Hubby had risen early to attend the seminar being held there at the hotel.  The plate on my table had a scrumptious breakfast sandwich with egg, bacon and cheese, some yummy fried potatoes, strawberries and a pulpy and wonderful glass of orange juice.  But my mind was still on the table I had seen last night filled with a nightmare of insurance forms and medical bills.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had indeed been a good news, bad news evening that had not washed away, due to a bad night's sleep on a crummy mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if this trip would get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-6525720100318499969?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/6525720100318499969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=6525720100318499969&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/6525720100318499969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/6525720100318499969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/more-good-news-bad-news.html' title='More Good News, Bad News'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS6FidquyI/AAAAAAAAIRI/4syI99DIn_w/s72-c/IMG_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-7070530716525055664</id><published>2009-11-06T18:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:02:11.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland'/><title type='text'>Good News, Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS1D5HzVuI/AAAAAAAAIQ4/wKjWT394M48/s1600-h/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS1D5HzVuI/AAAAAAAAIQ4/wKjWT394M48/s640/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401140931601848034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I arrived in Linthicum, Maryland Wednesday afternoon.  The trip was long and stressful.  Even though only a five hour drive, as it turned out there was a huge delay trying to get onto the Beltway around Washington, DC due to construction.  Can you say 'bottleneck' down from 4 lanes to 1?  UGH.  Once on the beltway we were good to go and cruised nicely with the DC traffic but it was at this point we decided we would NOT be taking the same route home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS1DjmDkxI/AAAAAAAAIQw/VqIHZEpAXkg/s1600-h/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS1DjmDkxI/AAAAAAAAIQw/VqIHZEpAXkg/s640/IMG_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401140925823161106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the Buddy worm bait bucket and the Johnson outboard motor?  Because after settling into our digs at the Westin Hotel we decided to head out to dinner at our old favorite haunt in Columbia which was where we used to live.  Our favorite restaurant there was an Italian establishment named That's Amore'.  But it was closed... not just for the day, but C.L.O.S.E.D. for good.  Waaaaaah.  And so it was that we then ended up at Famous Daves, a great barbecue joint.  So far the trip was not going as we had planned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS1Db3iGMI/AAAAAAAAIQo/7eD9IEMcR6c/s1600-h/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS1Db3iGMI/AAAAAAAAIQo/7eD9IEMcR6c/s640/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401140923748980930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great.  I just hadn't planned on staring at fish lips while eating barbecued beef Wednesday night.  Definitely not the same kind of ambiance that the Italian place used to offer us.  Let's just say Hubby is lucky to have married a gal with a flexible appetite at a moment's notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow about this strange and wonderful get away.  LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-7070530716525055664?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/7070530716525055664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=7070530716525055664&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/7070530716525055664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/7070530716525055664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News, Bad News'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvS1D5HzVuI/AAAAAAAAIQ4/wKjWT394M48/s72-c/IMG_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-6616285342732679883</id><published>2009-11-03T21:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:27:11.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>See Ya Soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvDluHzExRI/AAAAAAAAIQY/P6jxnU_ptmY/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-11-03+at+9.22.43+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvDluHzExRI/AAAAAAAAIQY/P6jxnU_ptmY/s640/Screen+shot+2009-11-03+at+9.22.43+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400068533747238162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Inner Harbor.  See you soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Harbor Place Gallery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-6616285342732679883?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/6616285342732679883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=6616285342732679883&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/6616285342732679883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/6616285342732679883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/see-ya-soon.html' title='See Ya Soon!'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SvDluHzExRI/AAAAAAAAIQY/P6jxnU_ptmY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2009-11-03+at+9.22.43+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-1382241707323025234</id><published>2009-11-02T14:34:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:16:10.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su82oeTg9kI/AAAAAAAAIP0/XFPdrI1sXO0/s1600-h/DeniseDianeKev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su82oeTg9kI/AAAAAAAAIP0/XFPdrI1sXO0/s640/DeniseDianeKev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399594547198096962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the late 60's and early 70's I was a child of the times.  Having fun as was the sign of the times.... the dawning of the Age Of Aquarius.  Has it arrived yet by the way?  I may still be swinging from a star and just missed that psychedlic bus with the flower paint job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me in the middle there with my straight laced Sissy on the right and our cousin on the left.  How this hippie chick got sandwiched between those two straight lacers is beyond me.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su82oFBNG4I/AAAAAAAAIPs/4kpty6R9JWM/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su82oFBNG4I/AAAAAAAAIPs/4kpty6R9JWM/s640/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399594540410411906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of my time waaaay back then was spent with music in the air and lots of lovin' everywhere, but these days I find myself having become a (shhhhh) a grandmother married to a straight laced but beer drinkin' Viet Nam vet who at one point said he would NEVER marry anyone who had ever done drugs or smoked any of that funny stuff.  You know what I'm talkin' about my fellow Aquarians who are still standing around waiting for that same bus. (Don't tell him he did exactly what he said he would never do). Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposites attract, and these opposites are planning a bit of a getaway this week.  We are not sure yet where this flowered bus is going to take us, what day we are leaving, or what day we shall be back.  Your guess is as good as ours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not sit back, have a toke of, well, of something.  I won't judge you for doing something I once had a hankering for back in the day.  Here, listen to and watch this video.  We like it because it mentions the day we were married.  It's not our wedding song, because Hippies didn't have wedding songs... they were high enough on life to dance around to whatever tune was playing in their head at the moment.  At least this one did.  Shhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iknEJf9cPeY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iknEJf9cPeY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-1382241707323025234?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/1382241707323025234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=1382241707323025234&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/1382241707323025234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/1382241707323025234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/getaway.html' title='Getaway'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su82oeTg9kI/AAAAAAAAIP0/XFPdrI1sXO0/s72-c/DeniseDianeKev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-3733414787351893456</id><published>2009-11-02T04:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:49:07.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosaic'/><title type='text'>Mosaic Monday- Lazy Lavender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su6pJsXlkzI/AAAAAAAAIPU/yvatQNoiXCI/s1600-h/Fall+Leaf+Mosaic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su6pJsXlkzI/AAAAAAAAIPU/yvatQNoiXCI/s640/Fall+Leaf+Mosaic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399438987257811762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Monday morning to you.  This is my first attempt at creating a mosaic with my own computer software and not from an online mosaic lab.  It's okay for a first attempt, but I think the magic comes from choosing the right photos and in that I was not completely satisfied, but it's a start, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm participating in Mary's Mosaic Monday over at &lt;a href="http://dearlittleredhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Red House&lt;/a&gt;.... go take a peek at all of the other truly wonderful mosaic creations entered there today.  Have a marvelous Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-3733414787351893456?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/3733414787351893456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=3733414787351893456&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/3733414787351893456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/3733414787351893456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/mosaic-monday-lazy-lavender.html' title='Mosaic Monday- Lazy Lavender'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su6pJsXlkzI/AAAAAAAAIPU/yvatQNoiXCI/s72-c/Fall+Leaf+Mosaic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-4506188683345097533</id><published>2009-11-01T08:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:37:03.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog break'/><title type='text'>Whet Your Whistle On This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su2OQy8T3hI/AAAAAAAAIPM/Y5BZy1SN4lQ/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su2OQy8T3hI/AAAAAAAAIPM/Y5BZy1SN4lQ/s640/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399127947490876946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whet your whistle on this lovely display of cupcakes while I take a little break today.  Oh, and I 'might' be away a bit this week, soooo hopefully these yummies will tide you over until I can return..... Stay tuned punkin' heads.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-4506188683345097533?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/4506188683345097533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=4506188683345097533&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/4506188683345097533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/4506188683345097533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/11/whet-your-whistle-on-this.html' title='Whet Your Whistle On This!'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Su2OQy8T3hI/AAAAAAAAIPM/Y5BZy1SN4lQ/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-2393471617652190149</id><published>2009-10-31T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:50:03.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cemetery'/><title type='text'>Halloween Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suwkg45ozWI/AAAAAAAAIOw/cLGZ_XjgJGI/s1600-h/IMG_9839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suwkg45ozWI/AAAAAAAAIOw/cLGZ_XjgJGI/s640/IMG_9839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398730200758930786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I allowed Snappy the privilege of going out to play.  You know how much fun and how carried away my loving Snappy can be at times.  Snappy had just photographed this scene and then hopped in the truck with me at the side of the road to head for home... down the hill we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwkgjGZ-DI/AAAAAAAAIOo/I3v0uMYZUc8/s1600-h/IMG_9861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwkgjGZ-DI/AAAAAAAAIOo/I3v0uMYZUc8/s640/IMG_9861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398730194906904626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just passed by the field on the other side of this silo which stood in the shadow of the mountain when off to the right Snappy, and her great eye, caught a glimpse of something waving in the afternoon breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwkgFJmJYI/AAAAAAAAIOg/-gs1iLQz3_o/s1600-h/IMG_9842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwkgFJmJYI/AAAAAAAAIOg/-gs1iLQz3_o/s640/IMG_9842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398730186867221890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooohhweee", squealed Snappy with delight.  "Let's go see what this pretty little fun place is."  Always aiming to keep Snappy happy I played along and pulled into the gated field for further investigation, or trespassing... at the time I wasn't sure which activity I was undertaking.  BUT, it looked like a fun place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwkGee4mvI/AAAAAAAAIOY/hC_XmQGpjTk/s1600-h/IMG_9848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwkGee4mvI/AAAAAAAAIOY/hC_XmQGpjTk/s640/IMG_9848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398729746990799602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, look at the praying statues, Snappy said with delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwkGCsky8I/AAAAAAAAIOQ/y1N9PCH6OUg/s1600-h/IMG_9851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwkGCsky8I/AAAAAAAAIOQ/y1N9PCH6OUg/s640/IMG_9851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398729739532028866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and statues of animals at the gated entrance," I declared, as the picture became clearer to both of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had, unbeknownst to us, stumbled into a pet cemetery.  Oh, what fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwkFk82iiI/AAAAAAAAIOI/yEUyBZWN2_w/s1600-h/IMG_9852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwkFk82iiI/AAAAAAAAIOI/yEUyBZWN2_w/s640/IMG_9852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398729731547236898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paused at Mitzi's grave and bowed our heads for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suwjs4M0fOI/AAAAAAAAIOA/pGibceLImgA/s1600-h/IMG_9854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suwjs4M0fOI/AAAAAAAAIOA/pGibceLImgA/s640/IMG_9854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398729307217755362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And noticed a headstone in her perfect image, collar still in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwjshmEbsI/AAAAAAAAIN4/_QybqJUZt3c/s1600-h/IMG_9859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwjshmEbsI/AAAAAAAAIN4/_QybqJUZt3c/s640/IMG_9859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398729301149642434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kitty headstone appeared to be sitting all alone without a grave to mark or grieve upon.  She sat and purred, content to be exactly where she was.  Our presence did not startle her in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwjsWSAQ7I/AAAAAAAAINw/8LtHtjuXB9Q/s1600-h/IMG_9856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwjsWSAQ7I/AAAAAAAAINw/8LtHtjuXB9Q/s640/IMG_9856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398729298112693170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met some Irish boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwjBWPn7XI/AAAAAAAAINo/_wL0yz0TEAU/s1600-h/IMG_9857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwjBWPn7XI/AAAAAAAAINo/_wL0yz0TEAU/s640/IMG_9857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398728559368334706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louie and Shawn Murray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwjA7OfFPI/AAAAAAAAINY/oKm7aTg71Us/s1600-h/IMG_9864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwjA7OfFPI/AAAAAAAAINY/oKm7aTg71Us/s640/IMG_9864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398728552115803378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a grave where the love runneth'ed over with an elaborate show of flowers and flags.  Obviously a pet that would never be forgotten by his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwiKI9k2VI/AAAAAAAAIM4/yhjR201C3ic/s1600-h/IMG_9873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwiKI9k2VI/AAAAAAAAIM4/yhjR201C3ic/s640/IMG_9873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398727610910169426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darling Pepper Whitmer who had been such a wonderful pet that it took two look alike pups to express the love her family felt for her.  You were indeed a GOOD pet, Pepper. AND don't you forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my FAVORITE GRAVES OF ALL and so appropriate for this Halloween Day post were....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwilthIyJI/AAAAAAAAINQ/MqOIcqSjRHY/s1600-h/IMG_9869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwilthIyJI/AAAAAAAAINQ/MqOIcqSjRHY/s640/IMG_9869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398728084579469458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwilU5wppI/AAAAAAAAINI/yAgApqifcSk/s1600-h/IMG_9870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwilU5wppI/AAAAAAAAINI/yAgApqifcSk/s640/IMG_9870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398728077971859090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suwik7mKZaI/AAAAAAAAINA/1HQ8PTWUuOM/s1600-h/IMG_9871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suwik7mKZaI/AAAAAAAAINA/1HQ8PTWUuOM/s640/IMG_9871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398728071178773922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Spare, THE ADAMS FAMILY.  HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, laughing here..... now I'll have that song going through my  head all day long. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwiJUEWfZI/AAAAAAAAIMo/95MoMQ-PkXE/s1600-h/IMG_9860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuwiJUEWfZI/AAAAAAAAIMo/95MoMQ-PkXE/s640/IMG_9860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398727596711509394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Halloween is not spooky at all.  It's just a tribute to the dead that we once loved and for some of us, still do, whether they be human or four legged.  I found this to be a truly fun way to spend a bit of time and I want to pay another visit at Christmas to see if there are snowmen and Santas on the graves.  A pet cemetery in Roanoke.  Who knew??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE!  Enjoy this most fun holiday of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-2393471617652190149?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/2393471617652190149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=2393471617652190149&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/2393471617652190149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/2393471617652190149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/10/halloween-tribute.html' title='Halloween Tribute'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suwkg45ozWI/AAAAAAAAIOw/cLGZ_XjgJGI/s72-c/IMG_9839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-212118096772479823</id><published>2009-10-30T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:09:12.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Ready For A Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur3ZsfkG1I/AAAAAAAAIMY/7BotP8g301A/s1600-h/IMG_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur3ZsfkG1I/AAAAAAAAIMY/7BotP8g301A/s640/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398399124169300818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is in the air.  Just look at the color.  It screams Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur3OFNz-iI/AAAAAAAAIMI/TZFApgY0Ph8/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur3OFNz-iI/AAAAAAAAIMI/TZFApgY0Ph8/s640/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398398924647299618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning fog hovers over the treetops and longs for the sound of a howling wolf in the distance.....or an early morning witch doing a test fly through the neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur3N3W2mpI/AAAAAAAAIMA/ZW17NpxGdFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur3N3W2mpI/AAAAAAAAIMA/ZW17NpxGdFQ/s640/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398398920927124114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vultures scour the area for trick or treater in hopes of snatching a full bag of candy from their tiny hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur22EmweFI/AAAAAAAAILw/VnnAufGZ5A4/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur22EmweFI/AAAAAAAAILw/VnnAufGZ5A4/s640/IMG_0478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398398512166631506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winds blow colder and bare the trees bony branches creating spooky shadows against the Halloween sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur22vL0CXI/AAAAAAAAIL4/0EJWamIngHU/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur22vL0CXI/AAAAAAAAIL4/0EJWamIngHU/s640/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398398523596343666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porches await the scamper of feet across the leaf scattered lawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur216Z4VZI/AAAAAAAAILo/gEoP8DUvrjc/s1600-h/IMG_9484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur216Z4VZI/AAAAAAAAILo/gEoP8DUvrjc/s640/IMG_9484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398398509428266386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This witch is ready for a "BOO".  How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-212118096772479823?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/212118096772479823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=212118096772479823&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/212118096772479823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/212118096772479823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/10/ready-for-boo.html' title='Ready For A Boo'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sur3ZsfkG1I/AAAAAAAAIMY/7BotP8g301A/s72-c/IMG_0111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-4349811454013427954</id><published>2009-10-29T10:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:22:28.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scammers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Fifty Seven Days Til Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SumgqCBqjII/AAAAAAAAILM/tNx6VbH9GTU/s1600-h/IMG_5997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SumgqCBqjII/AAAAAAAAILM/tNx6VbH9GTU/s640/IMG_5997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398022272339053698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say this.  If you don't have a security system on your computer, or better yet, if you don't turn on your computer's security then you are a total burro... a donkey... an ass, and the rest of us feel no sympathy for you if you are taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give out your personal banking info over the phone then you also fit into the category of dumber than donkey doo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SumgqEum1VI/AAAAAAAAILE/7ZGfKnTUYQI/s1600-h/IMG_5991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SumgqEum1VI/AAAAAAAAILE/7ZGfKnTUYQI/s640/IMG_5991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398022273064424786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scammers are everywhere.  On Facebook, on your e-mail, calling your home,  EVER EEE WHERE!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received  scammer phone call just this week from a man posing as a Wal-Mart employee calling me from Arkansas stating that Wal-Mart is would be giving me a free $500 debit card and a $40 gas card.  Both free of charge and that I would have a year to use them. Ooookay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I would have to do is pay the $4.40 postage fee.  "And how do I do that?" I asked.  "By giving you my credit card number or bank card number today over the phone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told him that, "I don't give that information to anyone over the phone," he suddenly became belligerent towards me at which point I told him to have a nice day and I hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair warning, Folks.  Tis the season, Ho Ho Ho.  Donkeys belong in the manger during the Holiday Season.. Don't be one yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-4349811454013427954?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/4349811454013427954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=4349811454013427954&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/4349811454013427954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/4349811454013427954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/10/fifty-seven-days-til-christmas.html' title='Fifty Seven Days Til Christmas'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SumgqCBqjII/AAAAAAAAILM/tNx6VbH9GTU/s72-c/IMG_5997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-8177674184014127159</id><published>2009-10-29T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:03:50.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abbott Lake'/><title type='text'>From A Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suj5_LzLnCI/AAAAAAAAIKs/LDsIuwmqUzc/s1600-h/IMG_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suj5_LzLnCI/AAAAAAAAIKs/LDsIuwmqUzc/s640/IMG_0359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397839017298074658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette Midler sings a song "From A Distance" and when Hubby took a photo of me at Abbott Lake he seemed a bit more concerned with capturing Flat Top Mountain in the background....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suj5--l78CI/AAAAAAAAIKk/9ZqNT5IYEEM/s1600-h/IMG_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suj5--l78CI/AAAAAAAAIKk/9ZqNT5IYEEM/s640/IMG_0361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397839013752860706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather than a photo of his wife's lovely face.  He captured me from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suj5-VlzteI/AAAAAAAAIKc/0eFyYT_K96g/s1600-h/IMG_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suj5-VlzteI/AAAAAAAAIKc/0eFyYT_K96g/s640/IMG_0379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397839002746467810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we rounded the other side of Abbott Lake I noticed a couple on the hill.  See them just in front of the orange colored trees?  They seemed to be enthralled with one another.  A lovely sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suj__9KRQtI/AAAAAAAAIK8/pxXFvLC4noU/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-28+at+10.36.33+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suj__9KRQtI/AAAAAAAAIK8/pxXFvLC4noU/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-28+at+10.36.33+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397845627618018002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we came closer I was glad, from the looks of the passionate position of their bodies, that I had indeed captured them 'from a distance'.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the song of every man, and sometimes a close-up is just not needed in order to convey a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDSh5wUtXt4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDSh5wUtXt4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-8177674184014127159?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/8177674184014127159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=8177674184014127159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/8177674184014127159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/8177674184014127159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/10/from-distance.html' title='From A Distance'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Suj5_LzLnCI/AAAAAAAAIKs/LDsIuwmqUzc/s72-c/IMG_0359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-6170263501565910774</id><published>2009-10-28T00:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:08:06.408-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Ridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abbott Lake'/><title type='text'>Around Abbott Lake At Peaks Of Otter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue3UraFEAI/AAAAAAAAIJ4/vPaP710n1f4/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.07.56+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue3UraFEAI/AAAAAAAAIJ4/vPaP710n1f4/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.07.56+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397484244304203778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm just going to post photos.  These were all taken of and around Abbott Lake at the Peaks of Otter on the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway.  There is a Parkway entrance six miles from our front door so from time to time we take a drive up there just to get away for an afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue3T1RYo0I/AAAAAAAAIJw/USL1mgLKMRQ/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.08.14+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue3T1RYo0I/AAAAAAAAIJw/USL1mgLKMRQ/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.08.14+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397484229772223298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This area is world famous and photographers flock here for the views this time of the year.  It's lovely year round but October and the peak season of the change in foliage color brings out all the photos buffs.  Like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue3Tljew6I/AAAAAAAAIJo/yNhMZrgYVXI/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.08.31+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue3Tljew6I/AAAAAAAAIJo/yNhMZrgYVXI/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.08.31+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397484225553154978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small lodge and a restaurant on the lake and a pathway that you can walk all the way around Abbott Lake which is what we chose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue280F66gI/AAAAAAAAIJg/v1Y8L2dvJvo/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.08.43+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue280F66gI/AAAAAAAAIJg/v1Y8L2dvJvo/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.08.43+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397483834318711298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue28a7scJI/AAAAAAAAIJY/jQEueuP5inc/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.08.58+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue28a7scJI/AAAAAAAAIJY/jQEueuP5inc/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.08.58+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397483827564933266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this one is not at the lake but rather Pine Tree Overlook prior to arriving at the lake... BUT, this is on the Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue28A6Gc7I/AAAAAAAAIJQ/nQobSZMM094/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.09.11+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue28A6Gc7I/AAAAAAAAIJQ/nQobSZMM094/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.09.11+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397483820578927538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue2snlcUKI/AAAAAAAAIJI/lq4fA8SQjNw/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.09.41+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue2snlcUKI/AAAAAAAAIJI/lq4fA8SQjNw/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.09.41+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397483556083355810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flat Top Mountain's image reflected in Abbott Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue2scMFqxI/AAAAAAAAIJA/edFjivY4m4I/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.09.53+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue2scMFqxI/AAAAAAAAIJA/edFjivY4m4I/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.09.53+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397483553024224018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue2rzCMQAI/AAAAAAAAII4/arOa0qWpNgA/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.10.06+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue2rzCMQAI/AAAAAAAAII4/arOa0qWpNgA/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.10.06+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397483541976858626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for peeking at my week-end photos... Hope you enjoyed at least one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. These photos are all straight out of camera with no enhancements other than adding my name to them.  It was a great day for photography on the Ridge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-6170263501565910774?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/6170263501565910774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=6170263501565910774&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/6170263501565910774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/6170263501565910774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/10/around-abbott-lake-at-peaks-of-otter.html' title='Around Abbott Lake At Peaks Of Otter'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/Sue3UraFEAI/AAAAAAAAIJ4/vPaP710n1f4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2009-10-27+at+11.07.56+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-3609162964345214658</id><published>2009-10-27T18:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:06:35.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scarf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest Winner'/><title type='text'>Scarf Winner!</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/10/i-bought-one-just-for-you.html"&gt;scarf giveaway contest&lt;/a&gt; has ended and we have a winner!  I'll be contacting &lt;a href="http://chroniclesofacountrygirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; by e-mail tonight to let her know and get her info.  I think you'll love this scarf, Kate.  CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SudtwdJyUbI/AAAAAAAAIIw/-153WkuYnDg/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SudtwdJyUbI/AAAAAAAAIIw/-153WkuYnDg/s640/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397403357653651890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-3609162964345214658?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/3609162964345214658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=3609162964345214658&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/3609162964345214658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/3609162964345214658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/10/scarf-winner.html' title='Scarf Winner!'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SudtwdJyUbI/AAAAAAAAIIw/-153WkuYnDg/s72-c/IMG_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-3407036409799121691</id><published>2009-10-27T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:07:50.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peaks Of Otter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Ridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn Colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abbott Lake'/><title type='text'>Virginia's Pride And Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZc-4ft9VI/AAAAAAAAIIQ/oqHm_I_uoGs/s1600-h/IMG_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZc-4ft9VI/AAAAAAAAIIQ/oqHm_I_uoGs/s640/IMG_0199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397103438837183826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the prettiest week-end weather EVER here in Virginia.  I dare anyone to show me a prettier day.  Come on... show me.  Just take a peek out that window at the colors we woke up to. *total heavy sigh at the beauty of it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZc2ORQQGI/AAAAAAAAIIE/PxzYd5rjpbU/s1600-h/IMG_0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZc2ORQQGI/AAAAAAAAIIE/PxzYd5rjpbU/s640/IMG_0202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397103290063274082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of just sitting around with this Charlie Brown round headed dog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZc1xGj3PI/AAAAAAAAIH8/lxBgp5S2lWM/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZc1xGj3PI/AAAAAAAAIH8/lxBgp5S2lWM/s640/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397103282233793778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of watching football on the toob de la boob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZc1gt-BqI/AAAAAAAAIH0/ZtY0l669qng/s1600-h/IMG_0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZc1gt-BqI/AAAAAAAAIH0/ZtY0l669qng/s640/IMG_0220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397103277835683490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And prior to one more gorgeous sunset.... I said to me Hubby.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZcg4UKK7I/AAAAAAAAIHs/2-qud6xF-KU/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZcg4UKK7I/AAAAAAAAIHs/2-qud6xF-KU/s640/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397102923392625586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby..... Let's take a drive up onto the Parkway... you know... that Blue Ridge Parkway thingie that is only 6 miles from our house... let's go up there and take a look see around cuz we need to get outta this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZcgb3lz-I/AAAAAAAAIHk/vZWYtH2PZ8I/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZcgb3lz-I/AAAAAAAAIHk/vZWYtH2PZ8I/s640/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397102915756609506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went... Fist stop was Pine Tree Overlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZcgKuqyJI/AAAAAAAAIHc/NPi2IHX_Dgo/s1600-h/IMG_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZcgKuqyJI/AAAAAAAAIHc/NPi2IHX_Dgo/s640/IMG_0235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397102911155783826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason it's called Pine Tree Overlook...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZgXgwgDMI/AAAAAAAAIIY/faxJB5ee9_Y/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-26+at+10.50.24+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZgXgwgDMI/AAAAAAAAIIY/faxJB5ee9_Y/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-26+at+10.50.24+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397107160496737474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other view that I react to and feel in awe of as much is the view from the south rim of the Grand Canyon.  They both make me feel a sense of pride for living in such a great country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZcGQXwn9I/AAAAAAAAIHM/Dp2aGam_TRY/s1600-h/IMG_0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZcGQXwn9I/AAAAAAAAIHM/Dp2aGam_TRY/s640/IMG_0251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397102465993711570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our drive towards the Peaks Of Otter and stopped at Abbott Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZcF9gwzyI/AAAAAAAAIHE/84V1AnbmHok/s1600-h/IMG_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZcF9gwzyI/AAAAAAAAIHE/84V1AnbmHok/s640/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397102460931198754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parking lots were filled with visitors and folks who had brought blankets to spread on the lawns, tons of camera buffs like myself, local people who visit every autumn and many visitors from out of state.  Our area is a top notch locale for those seeking autumn photos of the mountains and it's scenery.  October is THE month to visit the Blue Ridge Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZbq_RmKXI/AAAAAAAAIG8/LuPVWc3Rwho/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZbq_RmKXI/AAAAAAAAIG8/LuPVWc3Rwho/s640/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397101997547989362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbott Lake is not a boating lake.  You may do a bit of fishing from shore but they have strict rules.  It's a scenic lake.  Mostly for looking at and not touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZbqVRv9-I/AAAAAAAAIG0/NXQhf_dVlDQ/s1600-h/IMG_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZbqVRv9-I/AAAAAAAAIG0/NXQhf_dVlDQ/s640/IMG_0263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397101986274342882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should come see it next October.  You won't be sorry you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZbpwlpVdI/AAAAAAAAIGs/Y0UVwouuIIM/s1600-h/IMG_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZbpwlpVdI/AAAAAAAAIGs/Y0UVwouuIIM/s640/IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397101976425682386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, Honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZbSc3KOOI/AAAAAAAAIGk/MRyvlA4DweQ/s1600-h/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZbSc3KOOI/AAAAAAAAIGk/MRyvlA4DweQ/s640/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397101575993440482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey..... are you listening to me, Sweetie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZi8To6LgI/AAAAAAAAIIo/05epwlXTXjE/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-26+at+10.50.45+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZi8To6LgI/AAAAAAAAIIo/05epwlXTXjE/s640/Screen+shot+2009-10-26+at+10.50.45+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397109991653649922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you more tomorrow.  Killer photos await.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-3407036409799121691?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/3407036409799121691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=3407036409799121691&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/3407036409799121691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/3407036409799121691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/10/virginias-pride-and-joy.html' title='Virginia&apos;s Pride And Joy'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuZc-4ft9VI/AAAAAAAAIIQ/oqHm_I_uoGs/s72-c/IMG_0199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237778334132993135.post-5640832285084689546</id><published>2009-10-24T22:43:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:31:27.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway Prize'/><title type='text'>I Bought One JUST FOR YOU!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO8Jmad1vI/AAAAAAAAIFo/4wzu29kmSvY/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO8Jmad1vI/AAAAAAAAIFo/4wzu29kmSvY/s640/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396363651636385522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year in November I bought a bright turquoise scarf to wear with my winter white coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO77qWGI1I/AAAAAAAAIFY/_LVbvi5mIEM/s1600-h/DianeScarfCrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO77qWGI1I/AAAAAAAAIFY/_LVbvi5mIEM/s640/DianeScarfCrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396363412173628242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late this summer I bought this crazy looking scarf and love it!  Air conditioning even though it feels wonderful to a sweaty old menopausal woman can sometime chill my shoulders and neck.  So a lightweight summer scarf felt yummy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO775QBFAI/AAAAAAAAIFg/QU-rb5fmOBA/s1600-h/Di+Crop+Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO775QBFAI/AAAAAAAAIFg/QU-rb5fmOBA/s640/Di+Crop+Blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396363416174662658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hubby and I went to North Carolina over Labor Day week-end I was excited to step foot into a Chico's store which I had not done since moving away from Arizona two years ago.  Hubby bought me a great looking bright blue and black print scarf while there... (still hugging him for this pretty gift)  Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO77aPU_EI/AAAAAAAAIFQ/32mUwxwzIYo/s1600-h/DiPurpleScarfCrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO77aPU_EI/AAAAAAAAIFQ/32mUwxwzIYo/s640/DiPurpleScarfCrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396363407850273858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a week ago while reading the Sunday morning ad flyers I noticed that Target was having a sale on their scarves.  That's when lovely lavender entered my life.  Ooooh, how I'm loving lavender next to my chinny chin chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO-CWoWzGI/AAAAAAAAIF4/N6FtpIwgyx4/s1600-h/IMG_9789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO-CWoWzGI/AAAAAAAAIF4/N6FtpIwgyx4/s640/IMG_9789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396365726163848290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they were on sale I couldn't just buy one for heaven sakes... and so I bought this rose colored one as well... in fact, I bought two rose colored scarves with YOU in mind.  AND, I'm giving one of them away today... it looks exactly like the one I am modeling here for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO8YlSdHEI/AAAAAAAAIFw/9jqQwUaFd8s/s1600-h/IMG_9788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO8YlSdHEI/AAAAAAAAIFw/9jqQwUaFd8s/s640/IMG_9788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396363909032385602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leave me a comment letting me know if you want the scarf.  Oh, and make sure you leave your e-mail address if it's not on your blog or profile page where I can find it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put all your names in a bowl on slips of paper and have Hubby draw the name on Tuesday evening.  That should give you all time to decide if you want in on the contest.  If Hubby works late then I'll do a random number generator instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  No restrictions on this contest... EVERYONE can enter!  Woo Hoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK!  I know you'll look great in this scarf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/258/F93378BD313E822C6B0045A0D3DC6F27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237778334132993135-5640832285084689546?l=www.theblueridgegal.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/feeds/5640832285084689546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=237778334132993135&amp;postID=5640832285084689546&amp;isPopup=true' title='65 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/5640832285084689546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/237778334132993135/posts/default/5640832285084689546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theblueridgegal.com/2009/10/i-bought-one-just-for-you.html' title='I Bought One JUST FOR YOU!!'/><author><name>Snappy Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046500902455887257</uri><email>deedah@ntelos.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10328133544957944290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EITMU083xwY/SuO8Jmad1vI/AAAAAAAAIFo/4wzu29kmSvY/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>65</thr:total></entry></feed>