<?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-27328420</id><updated>2009-11-29T05:34:52.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHELSEA MORNING</title><subtitle type='html'>Living proof that there's no such thing as retirement</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>795</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-1603738113944246537</id><published>2009-11-23T18:33:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:56:14.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official...it's the holiday season in Chelseaville!</title><content type='html'>Like most of you, I probably cook more between the beginning of Thanksgiving week and the end of New Year's Day than I do the entire rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think - if all those leftovers were safe to eat for ten months, why we'd not have to cook from January second until the third week of November. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it all begins with Chex Party Mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Sws4lYbPVKI/AAAAAAAAJbo/YpdWAqukhDo/s1600/HPIM0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407477992451429538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Sws4lYbPVKI/AAAAAAAAJbo/YpdWAqukhDo/s400/HPIM0332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started yesterday afternoon and finished about 2 o'clock this afternoon - eight batches. I'm pretty sure I have enough to get us through the holidays, but I'm not dead sure. I'm not kidding. This stuff goes in the blink of an eye around my house, during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes an hour to make one batch. Eight batches equals eight hours of cooking time. I've made it in the microwave and it was perfect, but you need a large microwave and I don't have one any more. Because we don't use our microwave for much more than heating a quick lunch of leftovers, or in Rob's case, a cup of stale coffee (ugh), and because I'm only willing to sacrifice a limited amount of counter space for a microwave (we don't have an over the range microwave), ours is perfect for us but it's too small to put a 9 x 11-inch glass baking dish in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it the old fashioned way. I used my oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't put up a Christmas tree, if I didn't put my Willow Tree Nativity on display in the living room, or if Rob and I didn't cover our house and yard in outdoor illumination, my kids would be upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't make Chex Party Mix, they'd call the little men who arrive with straight jackets to pick you up and cart you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making the original Chex Party Mix since it first came out - good grief, maybe 25 years ago? Maybe longer than that? It makes me smile when I buy Chex cereal now and see the "original" recipe on their package because it's not even close. I'm thinking when they say "original" they mean as compared to all the knock off recipes for party mix. The recipe on their box this holiday season is so different from the one I use, I'm beyond thankful that I wrote that recipe on a card and put it in my little oak recipe box, when I first started making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Sws4Yrqxr7I/AAAAAAAAJbg/p4c1ltqGUrA/s1600/HPIM0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407477774278569906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Sws4Yrqxr7I/AAAAAAAAJbg/p4c1ltqGUrA/s400/HPIM0336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meantime, I started a tradition with my little family, years ago, that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make tons of this stuff because I also buy cute Christmas containers and give them to my kids when we're all together for Thanksgiving, full of the mix, and with the understanding that they can bring the container back any time they want for a refill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love it when they show up and say, "Please. May I have some more?" - it makes me feel necessary. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry - here's the very first recipe that was ever published for Chex Party Mix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 stick of margarine (they say Parkay - I say generic)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 teaspoons seasoned salt (I use Lawry's)&lt;br /&gt;4 1/2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 2/3 cups corn Chex&lt;br /&gt;2 2/3 cups rice Chex&lt;br /&gt;2 2/3 cups wheat Chex&lt;br /&gt;1 cup salted peanuts&lt;br /&gt;1 cup thin pretzel sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trust me when I tell you, generic cereals work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 250 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I place the margarine, seasoned salt and Worcestershire in a two-cup glass measuring cup and microwave it in 30-second spurts until it's melted and very hot, so that the salt melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put all the cereal and peanuts and pretzel sticks into a large bowl, pour the melted margarine mixture evenly over it all and stir it very, very gently with a big wooden spoon. Don't get carried away with the stirring or you'll break the cereal pieces up and it'll be a crumbly mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the mixture into my big open roasting pan. It's the same pan I roast our turkey in. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for one hour, stirring every 15 minutes. In other words, once you put it in the oven, you can't go away because you need to open the oven and stir it, every 15 minutes. Again, stir it very gently so you don't break the cereal pieces into crumbly pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread on absorbent paper and allow to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have rolls of brown mailing paper on hand. I simply use masking tape to tape a doubled over piece of brown paper to my kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started making this, I used brown paper bags from the grocery store. Remember those? White plastic bags don't work. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it cool, and store it in an air tight container at room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having our Thanksgiving dinner on Friday. My daughter Krissy married a man (Andy) who has a big family, much bigger than us Reids, and of course the whole family goes to Andy's parents' house for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a long time ago (six years ago, actually - Krissy and Andy just celebrated their six year anniversary) that the date on the calendar doesn't matter one whit. What matters is being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other daughter, Mandy, and her husband Aaron are making the drive through the Rockies (always dicey this time of year) to be here and I'm beyond thankful that they're still newlywed enough that they will come "home" for the holidays, although they've now established their own sweet home on the other side of the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny how things come together. My husband Rob and my daughter Krissy both had too many vacation days left on the books and were asked to take two days between now and the end of the year, so they both took Wednesday off. And Mandy and Aaron are arriving early Wednesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what. I'm in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole little family is going to be gathered in my home for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I just happen to have plenty of Chex Party Mix to get us through all the Monopoly and Pincochle games we can possibly play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I am content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-1603738113944246537?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1603738113944246537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=1603738113944246537&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/1603738113944246537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/1603738113944246537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-officialits-holiday-season-in.html' title='It&apos;s official...it&apos;s the holiday season in Chelseaville!'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Sws4lYbPVKI/AAAAAAAAJbo/YpdWAqukhDo/s72-c/HPIM0332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-8491731583598879055</id><published>2009-11-17T20:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:29:53.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pits...:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;. Come on. You know you love the title of this post because I'm updating you on the progress my little avocado tree is making. You know. The one I grew from a pit. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SwNkFspVudI/AAAAAAAAJbY/055Jjw_Fn0U/s1600/HPIM0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405274026821401042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SwNkFspVudI/AAAAAAAAJbY/055Jjw_Fn0U/s400/HPIM0325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here she is, six months or so after I stuck an avocado pit with toothpicks and put it into a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nicked the top out of this little thing about three times now, determined that she's going to grow at least one more branch, but boy, this is one stubborn avocado tree! Still, I think you can see that I am in fact growing a little tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love avocado trees grown from an avocado I bought to make guacamole and instead of tossing the pit, I thought, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I'll grow a little tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little" being the operative word here - this tree isn't going to ever, ever produce avocados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SwNj6Z2gFTI/AAAAAAAAJbQ/tyv9iU7UZ7g/s1600/HPIM0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405273832797771058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SwNj6Z2gFTI/AAAAAAAAJbQ/tyv9iU7UZ7g/s400/HPIM0323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing that's really neat is that when it needs water, your little tree just completely droops. But I swear, fifteen minutes after you water it, it perks right back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to try this, these two posts will show you how to grow a funny looking but cute little avocado tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-to-do-with-avocado-pit.html"&gt;Getting started&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/07/kindest-cut-of-all.html"&gt;The first pruning &lt;/a&gt;to force multiple branches (which obviously doesn't always work LOL).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-8491731583598879055?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8491731583598879055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=8491731583598879055&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/8491731583598879055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/8491731583598879055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/pits.html' title='The Pits...:-)'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SwNkFspVudI/AAAAAAAAJbY/055Jjw_Fn0U/s72-c/HPIM0325.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-27328420.post-5415135515822809101</id><published>2009-11-16T20:25:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:52:41.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Meanderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SwIYi8OE1fI/AAAAAAAAJbI/aljplrHEATQ/s1600/Seal+Meanderings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404909491357799922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SwIYi8OE1fI/AAAAAAAAJbI/aljplrHEATQ/s400/Seal+Meanderings.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOOD FOR THOUGHT - A DEVOTIONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kindness in Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes indeed, it is good when you truly obey our Lord's&lt;br /&gt;royal command found in the the Scriptures:&lt;br /&gt;"Love your neighbor as yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ James 2:8 ~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As believers in Christ, we are commanded to treat others as we wish to be treated. This commandment is, indeed, the Golden Rule for Christians of every generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness is a choice. Sometimes, when we feel happy or prosperous, we find it easy to be kind. Other times, when we are discouraged or tired, we can scarcely summon the energy to utter a single kind word. But, God's commandment is clear: we must observe the Golden Rule "in everything." God intends that we make the conscious choice to treat others with kindness and respect, no matter our circumstances, no matter our emotions. Kindness, therefore, is a choice that we, as Christians must make many times each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we weave the thread of kindness into the very fabric of our lives, we give a priceless gift to others, and we give glory to the One who gave His life for us. As believers, we must do no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Woman of Prayer, 365 Daily Devotions&lt;/em&gt;, Freeman-Smith LLC, Publishers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WEEK IN REVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little late, but I'm here. That's a good thing, right? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much the comments on my last post have meant to me. And the personal emails behind the scenes? There is simply no way I could answer each of you individually, but know this. Your email, your advice, your assurance that you were praying for me..it turned the tables for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly feel better. Maybe it's because I'm so transparent that I share something like depression right here on the interweb with gosh only knows who. I have no idea how many people (or who they are) read my blog and that may be a good thing because if I did know, I might stiffen up and be afraid to be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeofgrits.blogspot.com/"&gt;My sister &lt;/a&gt;suggested that I seemed to be out of sync and asked if I was OK. She wondered if maybe I was depressed. She figured it out before I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to both my parents this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is 84 years old. He just canned 60 quarts of tomatoes and he was making chicken gumbo when I called him. Good grief. He's amazing. He's so healthy it makes me think that if genes play a part, I may live to a hundred years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father never smoked cigarettes. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom used to smoke. After 20 years she quit. When I talked to her a couple of days ago, she told me that when she quit, she went through a depression that lasted for almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing physically wrong with me. I mean, my wrist hurts a lot but that's because I'm 59 and it's probably arthritis. Physically speaking, I'd be a lot happier if I could still get into my size 12 jeans, but I can live with size 14. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom sent me an early Christmas package this year. I was so surprised to get a big box covered in Christmas stickers (I love it that my mom doesn't think I'm too old to love Christmas stickers). The box was full of books that she'd chosen for me and Rob and for Cameron and Avery. It was like she read my mind because I'd just told Rob, this is the year I have to start reading &lt;em&gt;The Night Before Christmas&lt;/em&gt; to our grandbabies and there it was - a beautiful pop-up version that Cameron is already asking me to read to him before school each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also in that package was a big bottle of vitamins, heavy on the B complex vitamins. When I called her to thank her, she told me, you need to take those B complex vitamins. They help a lot when you quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mystery solved. I think I know why I've just not been myself for the last ten months. And I think the knowing, combined with all your encouragement, turned things around for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, I do believe I may actually start taking photos of Cameron and Avery and Chelsea again. And I've already bought everything Cameron and Avery and I will need to make Christmas cookies this year. I have all the different colored sprinkles and some Christmas cookie cutters sitting on the kitchen counter and Cameron's eyes just light up every time he sees them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the light at the end of this tunnel and I thank each and every one of you. You are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NEW WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor daughter Krissy has been sick. She was so miserable all weekend long, I convinced her to call in sick at work today and just give herself the day off. Rob and I took care of getting Cameron to school and Avery to daycare and by the end of the day, Krissy was down here to borrow a loaf pan and she looked about a hundred percent better. I ask you, how often do you get a day completely off when you have a four year old and a 21 month old? That in itself is as good as any medicine I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron's pediatrician called Kris at work last Friday to let her know they had the H1N1 vaccine in and Cameron should come in right away to get his. Kris said fine, we'll bring him in sometime next week and the doctor said, "No, I was thinking NOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Cameron is extremely high risk because he's only four years old and has full blown type 1 diabetes. It's always scary when a small child gets sick with something like flu, but in Cameron's case, anything that affects his food and liquid intake is especially scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he got his vaccine Friday afternoon and I'm happy to report he had no adverse reaction at all. Andy tells me the shot itself (it's a pretty hefty shot) didn't even phase him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL THAT TO SAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better and I'm going to be fine. I cannot tell you how much your encouraging comments and emails helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy new week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-5415135515822809101?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5415135515822809101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=5415135515822809101&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/5415135515822809101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/5415135515822809101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-meanderings_16.html' title='Sunday Meanderings'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SwIYi8OE1fI/AAAAAAAAJbI/aljplrHEATQ/s72-c/Seal+Meanderings.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-6092307667652903744</id><published>2009-11-08T21:20:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:23:22.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Meanderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SveZmuXkK_I/AAAAAAAAJbA/0WGNV1qAnDg/s1600-h/Beach+meanderings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401955168615148530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SveZmuXkK_I/AAAAAAAAJbA/0WGNV1qAnDg/s400/Beach+meanderings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOOD FOR THOUGHT - A DEVOTIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacob said, "For what a relief it is to see your friendly smile.&lt;br /&gt;It is like seeing the smile of God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Genesis 33:10 ~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile is nourishment for the heart, and laughter is medicine for the soul. But sometimes, amid the stresses of the day, we forget to take our medicine. Instead of viewing our world with a mixture of optimism and humor, we allow worries and distractions to rob us of the joy that God intends for our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as you go about your daily activities, approach life with a smile on your lips and hope in your heart. Look for reasons to laugh and to smile. The world needs every smile it can get, including yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more you look for humor,&lt;br /&gt;the more you will find it. ~~ Barbara Johnson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Dear Lord, You have given me so many reasons to celebrate life. Today, let me be a joyful Christian -- quick to smile and quick to laugh. And, let Your love shine in me and through me, this day and forever. Amen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Woman of Prayer, 365 Daily Devotions&lt;/em&gt;, Freeman-Smith LLC, Publishers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOME NONSENSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply cannot imagine how routine my week has been. For me, routine means that no one was excruciatingly sick (Rob and I both have colds - that's not excruciating) and I'm especially thankful that my grandbabies aren't sick, although I'd love someone to remind me why they ALWAYS have runny noses this time of year, even when they're not sick. Good grief. I wish I owned stock in Kleenex. (I'm lying - I should own stock in the roll of cheap TP I keep on my kitchen counter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing earth shattering to share with you, although I'd like you to hang in and read to the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SveZSOX063I/AAAAAAAAJa4/_r0a1YkqMeE/s1600-h/HPIM0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401954816428927858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SveZSOX063I/AAAAAAAAJa4/_r0a1YkqMeE/s400/HPIM0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made a really nice spaghetti dinner for my husband this week and it occurred to me, when I was cooking, that I've never shown you my favorite pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out. My pasta pot! Honestly, I've had it forever and it just never occurred to me that it's kind of a unique pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SveZHPlviqI/AAAAAAAAJaw/wrkIH2Hx3A0/s1600-h/HPIM0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401954627777170082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SveZHPlviqI/AAAAAAAAJaw/wrkIH2Hx3A0/s400/HPIM0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously, it's for long pasta like spaghetti or fettuccine, pastas that I cook quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. She's really digging. But seriously, this is just the best pot ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SveY8nBe_9I/AAAAAAAAJao/nyC8S6tQtfY/s1600-h/HPIM0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401954445088980946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SveY8nBe_9I/AAAAAAAAJao/nyC8S6tQtfY/s400/HPIM0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll give you three guesses what I'm working on right now. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have started this months ago, but I couldn't because about six months ago, my left wrist went completely nuts and it still hurts so much, all the time, that things like crocheting or hand sewing are really difficult. Santa stars don't require a lot of hand sewing, but when you're making 108 of them (36 sets), just the position you have to have your hand in, the repetitive motion, for each step, becomes difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...I'm by gosh making Santa stars. And that's a small miracle, because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOMETHING YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D HEAR ME SAY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the people who've faithfully followed me for almost four years have been wondering, what on earth is wrong with Barb. I haven't been posting. I haven't been doing craft or cooking tutorials. I haven't been visiting my blogging friends and commenting on their posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what's going on. It took me a long, long time, ten months, to figure this out but it finally hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really care less about food. Therefore, I've been doing the kind of cooking that gets you by but isn't inspirational. I haven't tried a new recipe in forever. Cooking tutorials are pretty hard to come up with when the best you can come up with is grilled cheese and frozen fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost interest in blogging because I just don't seem to be able to come up with anything I think anyone would want to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost touch with people who I really care about, especially my blogging friends, and I've been so snarlish, I've hurt some feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I went to bed at 5:30 in the afternoon. And I slept for fourteen hours. And I woke up feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this isn't classic depression, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why this has happened. But I do know this. Depression is not to be messed with. It's real and I'm telling you, it not only hurts, it's scary. It affects every last single aspect of who you are and it turns you into someone you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm working my way through this. I feel like I'm climbing a moutain that just never ends, but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly have no desire to do anything, but I so, so want to make Santa stars. So I make myself get up and work on them, every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forcing myself to go through the motions because I want the holidays to be special for my little family. I want to make it as special as I've always made it, and I think if I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, sooner or later I will conquer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you something. Depression isn't for sissies. So if you know someone who is depressed, please, please extend them some extra kindness, because it's awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never find out how awful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give up on me. I WILL be back. I'm trying, really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-6092307667652903744?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6092307667652903744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=6092307667652903744&amp;isPopup=true' title='66 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/6092307667652903744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/6092307667652903744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-meanderings_08.html' title='Sunday Meanderings'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SveZmuXkK_I/AAAAAAAAJbA/0WGNV1qAnDg/s72-c/Beach+meanderings.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-4989327224286840069</id><published>2009-11-01T21:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:25:50.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to share this....</title><content type='html'>You know how almost all little trick or treaters say, "Thank you!"? I was sitting on my patio a few minutes ago, enjoying the extremely brisk air, and feeling more than a little envious of the smell of wood smoke (fireplaces) in my neighborhood, when it hit me. Last night, we answered our doorbell almost non-stop for three hours. And I'm guessing that at least half of the kids who came to our door broke out in huges smiles and said, "Thank you, Mr. Rob!" Because they know my husband. Because he works at their school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It warmed my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-4989327224286840069?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4989327224286840069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=4989327224286840069&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/4989327224286840069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/4989327224286840069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-to-share-this.html' title='I have to share this....'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-4693930451785183251</id><published>2009-11-01T13:45:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:32:15.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Meanderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su33drVaMPI/AAAAAAAAJag/g9w7fSXNvtg/s1600-h/Autumn+Meanderings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399243617507881202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su33drVaMPI/AAAAAAAAJag/g9w7fSXNvtg/s400/Autumn+Meanderings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOOD FOR THOUGHT - A DEVOTIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Grand Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will instruct you and teach you&lt;br /&gt;in the way you should go;&lt;br /&gt;I will guide you with My eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Psalm 32:8 ~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has plans for your life that are far grander than you can imagine. But He won't force you to follow His will; to the contrary, He has given you free will, the ability to make choices and decisions on your own. The most important decision of your life is, of course, your commitment to accept Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior. And once your eternal destiny is secured, you will undoubtedly ask yourself, "What now, Lord?" If you earnestly seek God's will for your life, you will find it...in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God's plans are crystal clear, but other times, He may lead you through the wilderness before He delivers you to the Promised Land. So be patient, keep praying, and keep seeking His will for your life. When you do, you'll be amazed at the marvelous things that an all-powerful, all-knowing God can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God has no problems, only plans.&lt;br /&gt;There is never panic in heaven." ~~ Corrie Ten Boom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Woman of Prayer - 365 Daily Devotions&lt;/em&gt;, Freeman-Smith, LLC, Publisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WEEK IN REVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Andy's return from a week long deer hunting trip (he got a six point buck, by the way), Krissy's life returned to normal this past week. That means mine did too. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron and Avery both had colds but weren't too sick to stay with their normal routine, so right up until Friday evening, my week was quiet and normal. As always, I use the term "normal" loosely. And, for the record, I woke up with a sore throat and sneezing fits today, so, as hard as I tried (constant hand washing, Clorox wipes, avoiding wet kisses), I don't think I escaped it this time. Ahhh. A nice cold to start the winter off right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su32ATFtdWI/AAAAAAAAJaQ/-5RpdSsnfkU/s1600-h/HPIM0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399242013271749986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su32ATFtdWI/AAAAAAAAJaQ/-5RpdSsnfkU/s400/HPIM0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krissy and Andy were invited to a costume party Friday evening. Of course I said I'd babysit, but it seemed ridiculous to either keep the kids up half the night, or wake them in the middle of the night, so we all agreed a sleepover at Nana's house was the best way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I laughed my head off at Andy's costume. She's Little Red Riding Hood and he's the Big Bad Wolf. She didn't realize her costume was so short - I'm pretty darn sure she stood up very straight, with absolutely no bending over, for the duration of the whole party. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su311TuB_OI/AAAAAAAAJaI/kH_nU2wB9Pc/s1600-h/HPIM0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399241824462306530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su311TuB_OI/AAAAAAAAJaI/kH_nU2wB9Pc/s400/HPIM0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying to show you the nose on that costume. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd see my macho son-in-law in a granny gown with a wolf nose and hairy paws. It really was hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a party without having to get home early to pick up the kids, and then sleeping in the next morning...that's a rare treat for Krissy and Andy and I was happy to help make it happen. For the first time in a long, long time, Krissy got to sleep straight through. Every night of her life she's up throughout the night to check Cameron's blood glucose level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su31qSiJOuI/AAAAAAAAJaA/Zn8lTO7p_pY/s1600-h/HPIM0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399241635165453026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su31qSiJOuI/AAAAAAAAJaA/Zn8lTO7p_pY/s400/HPIM0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My poor little gourds are just about toast now. Avery has played with them until they have no hair, their stems are missing in action and they're a little pathetic. Oh well. They're gourds. They weren't going to live forever anyway, right? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su31eotp9-I/AAAAAAAAJZ4/IrBnFhB-FbQ/s1600-h/HPIM0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399241434960885730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su31eotp9-I/AAAAAAAAJZ4/IrBnFhB-FbQ/s400/HPIM0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As often as I see and care for my grandchildren, it's a rare treat to have them around in footie pj's, ready for bedtime stories. I read to them for over an hour. It's amazing how much they love such a simple thing as having Nana read stories to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an executive decision to let them stay up really late because I knew we were all going to be crammed into my bedroom, and it worked. At 11 o'clock, I said, "bedtime," and within five minutes they were both sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a special evening and I enjoyed every moment of it. And they both slept in so I even came out of it feeling relatively rested. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su31Ngt3_UI/AAAAAAAAJZw/bICdtMVFJOM/s1600-h/HPIM0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399241140756544834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su31Ngt3_UI/AAAAAAAAJZw/bICdtMVFJOM/s400/HPIM0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, Cameron, who is finally old enough (four) that he got really excited about Halloween, was a glow-in-the-dark skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su306B9LZPI/AAAAAAAAJZo/Jt5C6W3UAKs/s1600-h/HPIM0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399240806081717490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su306B9LZPI/AAAAAAAAJZo/Jt5C6W3UAKs/s400/HPIM0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Krissy told me about the costume she'd chosen for Avery, I was less than impressed. But look at her. She's a garden gnome! Have you ever seen anything cuter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so cold here, for the last couple of weeks, I was afraid the kids would be miserable when they went trick or treating. But like some kind of miracle, it warmed up yesterday and they had the perfect evening for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su30SKudnOI/AAAAAAAAJZg/gK7zBBRMv5Q/s1600-h/HPIM0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399240121241148642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su30SKudnOI/AAAAAAAAJZg/gK7zBBRMv5Q/s400/HPIM0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've learned to accept the fact that Cameron has juvenile diabetes. I've gotten pretty good at handling it. But occasionally, something tugs at my heart. A big one is when one of his preschool classmate's mom sends in a sugary treat for snacks. The teacher takes Cameron's away and gives him something sugar free to replace it and I hate, hate, hate that. I know his teacher goes out of her way to prevent him from feeling "different," but still, I just hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it tugged at my heart that he was so fascinated with the big basket of candy I had ready for the trick or treaters. He played with it all evening long Friday night. He knew without even asking that he couldn't have any of it. But he loved sorting through it. We don't keep candy and a lot of sweets around our house, but we don't hide them from him either. Cameron knows. He just knows and oddly enough, he isn't all that particularly fond of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su30FjlDLJI/AAAAAAAAJZY/sA9BwHWVjs4/s1600-h/HPIM0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399239904574254226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su30FjlDLJI/AAAAAAAAJZY/sA9BwHWVjs4/s400/HPIM0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the candies he pulled out for everyone in his family. One is Daddy's, one's Mama's, one is for Papa and so on. He said to me, "I can't have this, huh, Nana. This will make me high."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement might be alarming, coming from a different child, but Cameron knows that "high" is bad - high blood sugar means a shot. He was diagnosed two years ago, at 22 months old, and I'm betting he knows more about diabetes now than most adults who've never dealt with it do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su3z3OZtnoI/AAAAAAAAJZQ/J8OeVewVWaU/s1600-h/HPIM0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399239658371391106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su3z3OZtnoI/AAAAAAAAJZQ/J8OeVewVWaU/s400/HPIM0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always sprinkle lots of spider rings into my Halloween candy. He loved that. No sugar or carbs in spider rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, it was a nice week around here. Saturday afternoon Rob took me to Appleby's for lunch. Then we went on a little shopping spree - we always make special Halloween gift bags for Cameron and Avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A REAL SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Krissy and the kids and I went to visit Mandy and Aaron two weeks ago, Mandy gave me a book she'd finished, along with several of my Jodi Picoult books she'd borrowed. I put this in my bookshelf and forgot about it, thinking I'd get around to it. Yesterday I found myself picking it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su3zisL1HlI/AAAAAAAAJZI/eUHAql5cr0I/s1600-h/shackover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399239305588973138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su3zisL1HlI/AAAAAAAAJZI/eUHAql5cr0I/s320/shackover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realize I'm about a year behind everyone else. I remember seeing reviews of &lt;a href="http://www.theshackbook.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Shack&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;all over Bloggityville, about a year ago. (I think you'll enjoy the web site, so I'm linking to it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this book yesterday morning and finished it this morning. I could barely stand to put it down to answer the door and give out candy last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say except that this is such an amazing book, I honestly wanted to crawl into the pages and be there. If you haven't read it, do. The images are so powerful, and the text is so moving, I will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that's a pretty pathetic review. But I'm not trying to do a review - I'm just saying I was profoundly moved by &lt;em&gt;The Shack&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A NEW WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As silly as it sounds, it always feels like a little treat to gain an extra hour when the time changes. Going around the whole house changing all the clocks? Not so much. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself moving ahead and thinking about Butterball turkeys. As always, Thanksgiving will be at my house and really, four weeks isn't too soon to start making plans, right? I don't know what on earth I think I'm planning. It's not like the menu has changed in the last 30 years. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admit, I find myself thinking about Christmas too. I'm not sure if I'm ten months behind or two months early, but it sure feels like I need to be thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a nice new week ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my farming buddies, isn't that new "save to storage" feature in Farm Town just the slickest thing ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-4693930451785183251?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4693930451785183251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=4693930451785183251&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/4693930451785183251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/4693930451785183251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-meanderings.html' title='Sunday Meanderings'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Su33drVaMPI/AAAAAAAAJag/g9w7fSXNvtg/s72-c/Autumn+Meanderings.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-5459817870873525844</id><published>2009-10-28T18:34:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:49:10.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SujkgZk8ZCI/AAAAAAAAJZA/F8_kK6MoGoY/s1600-h/HPIM0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397815398676325410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SujkgZk8ZCI/AAAAAAAAJZA/F8_kK6MoGoY/s400/HPIM0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Hello, Old Man Winter!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. You're a little early for western Colorado. You know, desert country. As in WARM almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can handle you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been nice if you'd waited until the leaves had fallen off the trees before you dumped this wet, heavy snow on them, but that's OK. We can deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SujkUV-4iRI/AAAAAAAAJY4/J6AxHs03QYU/s1600-h/HPIM0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397815191552952594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SujkUV-4iRI/AAAAAAAAJY4/J6AxHs03QYU/s400/HPIM0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelsea thinks her "lady's room" sucks. But she can deal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so winter has arrived. I'll admit, every single year, I pray that our weather will hold at least until the day after Halloween because I can't tell you how many years I worked and sewed and sewed and worked to make the most amazing Halloween costumes EVER for Krissy and Mandy, only to cover them up with big heavy coats and snow boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God doles out answers to prayers based on merit because really, how important is that stupid prayer? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I love this weather, although I do worry about the trees and bushes when a heavy wet snow like this happens too early in the season. What I love is that I don't have to go out into this. For years, I did. I got up and trudged through all kinds of terrible weather, to take my kids to daycare and then go to work...and then pick them up from daycare and come home and do my other full time job - you know. The other eight hours you put in. Being a Mom. Oh! And a wife. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, conservatively, that I did this for 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't tell you how much I love it that I can wake up to challenging weather and know that all I have to do is just go get another cup of coffee and sit somewhere warm, where I can enjoy the looks of it all. I've always thought snow and cold and see-your-breath-in-the-air weather is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SujkHR3Yi1I/AAAAAAAAJYw/dM1axoJVKBI/s1600-h/HPIM0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397814967109454674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SujkHR3Yi1I/AAAAAAAAJYw/dM1axoJVKBI/s400/HPIM0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me a few minutes this morning, to figure out what on earth happened to my pretty snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized...I was looking at my husband Rob's footsteps in the snow. As cold and wet and miserable as it was this morning, he went out there and filled the sweet bird feeder he built for me this summer because he was concerned that our little birds weren't quite ready for this weather.  That struck me as very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chelsea is in this picture. Can you see her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Sujjs8z31aI/AAAAAAAAJYo/XEzKRTNe0js/s1600-h/HPIM0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397814514780984738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Sujjs8z31aI/AAAAAAAAJYo/XEzKRTNe0js/s400/HPIM0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three guesses where Chelsea went yesterday. And yeah, she was ticked off at me. That little dog has got pouting down to a fine art. Even I will admit, the Halloween decoration on her collar is a little annoying. But boy, she sure smells good. You'd never know she was a dog. Not that I've ever thought of Chelsea as a "dog." :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy winter! Let's just embrace it, shall we?  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-5459817870873525844?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5459817870873525844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=5459817870873525844&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/5459817870873525844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/5459817870873525844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/bring-it-on.html' title='Bring it on!'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SujkgZk8ZCI/AAAAAAAAJZA/F8_kK6MoGoY/s72-c/HPIM0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-5092342730221419949</id><published>2009-10-25T19:56:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:23:09.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Meanderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUFsc0RrJI/AAAAAAAAJYg/l-weng6ioRE/s1600-h/Sunday+Meanderings.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725989681245330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUFsc0RrJI/AAAAAAAAJYg/l-weng6ioRE/s400/Sunday+Meanderings.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOOD FOR THOUGHT - A DEVOTIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Kind of Example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the light that gives light to the world.&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, you should be a light&lt;br /&gt;for other people.&lt;br /&gt;Live so that they will see the good things you do&lt;br /&gt;and will praise your Father in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Matthew 5:14,16 ~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we like it or not, all of us are examples. The question is not whether we will be examples to our families and friends; the question is simply what kind of examples will we be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of example are you? Are you the kind of woman whose life serves as a powerful example of righteousness? Are you a woman whose behavior serves as a positive role model for young people? Are you the kind of woman whose actions, day in and day out, are based upon integrity, fidelity, and a love for the Lord? If so, you are not only blessed by God, you are also a powerful force for good in a world that desperately needs positive influences such as yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. L. Moody advised, "A man ought to live so that everybody knows he is a Christian, and most of all, his family ought to know." And that's sound advice because our families and friends are watching....and so, for that matter, is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Woman of Prayer, 365 Daily Devotionals&lt;/em&gt;, Freeman-Smith LLC, Publishers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WEEK IN REVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while (all summer) since I've done Sunday Meanderings. I'm not sure I can even say why, except to say that I just lost it for a while. I've seen a lot of that going around in Bloggityville. Even I, who never runs out of words, ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, it feels like this past summer just whizzed by me. Maybe it's because Cameron and Avery grew so much. It seems like they were baby/toddler one minute and suddenly they're "kids." Avery is suddenly running around all over and talking so that I can actually understand what she's saying. And Cameron is in preschool. He's doing really well and of course his teachers love him. They're both great kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it's cold and wintry looking around here. Can you believe Saturday is Halloween? I've made a major decison regarding this autumn - I'm not going to go into my usual fall cleaning frenzy. I've decided this house is just fine and doesn't need a fall cleaning. I'm going to steam clean the carpet tomorrow and dust the blinds on all the windows and call it good. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cameron has learned how to harvest my crops. LOL I'm not kidding, he knows how to harvest my Farm Town crops and my FarmVille crops. I have the animal sounds turned up so he can hear all the animals and he really gets a kick out of clicking on the crops and harvesting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Fridays, Cameron and Avery are both here with me all day. By Friday, after a full week of preschool on Cameron's part and daycare on Avery's part, they're both just worn out. But still, when Avery goes down for her nap, Cameron (naps are in his past) loves to sit on my lap and help me take care of my farms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday he seemed a little less than enthusiastic. He has a cold so he was tired, and I noticed that he kind of slid off my lap and laid down on the floor next to my chair. He started singing all the new songs he's learned in preschool - Five Little Monkeys - I'm a Little Teapot - The ABC song. He was just laying on his back, in a world of his own, singing away. I swear, it was so adorable because it was like I wasn't even here, he was so engrossed in his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here harvesting crops and suddenly I start hearing a sound that's like waves coming in to the shore, at the beach. I thought, "What the heck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized Cameron had stopped singing and started snoring. And this is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUD2hb5uJI/AAAAAAAAJYQ/c5VxMQgAcBo/s1600-h/HPIM0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396723963696625810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUD2hb5uJI/AAAAAAAAJYQ/c5VxMQgAcBo/s400/HPIM0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Sound asleep.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUDrTS0C2I/AAAAAAAAJYI/dk9yNfMiWA0/s1600-h/HPIM0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396723770921847650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUDrTS0C2I/AAAAAAAAJYI/dk9yNfMiWA0/s400/HPIM0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;With his monkey as his pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Papa gave Cameron that little $5 monkey for his first Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;It goes everywhere except to school with him. :-)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slept there, right on my office floor, without even twitching, for THREE hours! I tried my best to feel guilty about that. And then I said, whatever, and threw a blanket over him and let him be. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHELSEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUDFtUuEaI/AAAAAAAAJYA/AzxAHMW6nKc/s1600-h/HPIM0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396723125074137506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUDFtUuEaI/AAAAAAAAJYA/AzxAHMW6nKc/s400/HPIM0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Here's Chelsea with her Barbie doll a few weeks ago.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUB7k3VZNI/AAAAAAAAJX4/Hg1QhOTgEd8/s1600-h/HPIM0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396721851493082322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUB7k3VZNI/AAAAAAAAJX4/Hg1QhOTgEd8/s400/HPIM0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;She's pretty rough on her dolls LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how summer turned into autumn so quickly, but tonight when I went out to sit on my back patio, I was driven back inside by the cold, cold wind. Good grief, I think winter is about to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new week everyone. And don't forget to turn your clocks back next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-5092342730221419949?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5092342730221419949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=5092342730221419949&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/5092342730221419949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/5092342730221419949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-for-thought-devotional-what-kind.html' title='Sunday Meanderings'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuUFsc0RrJI/AAAAAAAAJYg/l-weng6ioRE/s72-c/Sunday+Meanderings.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-5642477597340758219</id><published>2009-10-22T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:22:06.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn...I love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDVBWhEvQI/AAAAAAAAJXw/x7TtwrUTnL8/s1600-h/HPIM0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395546572790742274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDVBWhEvQI/AAAAAAAAJXw/x7TtwrUTnL8/s400/HPIM0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the only thing I bought at the pumpkin patch Mandy and Aaron took us to last Saturday. Every time Avery sees these little gourds, she giggles out loud, so I've decided to stop kicking myself in the behind for what I paid for these.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDUz9KvORI/AAAAAAAAJXo/Yaypt0TJwAw/s1600-h/HPIM0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395546342647871762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDUz9KvORI/AAAAAAAAJXo/Yaypt0TJwAw/s400/HPIM0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also bought a new rake recently. It's red. And it's all mine. Clearly, I need a rake. Look at the leaf fall from my crab apple tree! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDUjoPbXxI/AAAAAAAAJXg/jsj0s3KGEYA/s1600-h/HPIM0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395546062152490770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDUjoPbXxI/AAAAAAAAJXg/jsj0s3KGEYA/s400/HPIM0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK. See that? That's my next door neighbor's tree. I'll give you three guesses where all those leaves are going to fall. And THAT'S why I bought a new rake. A red one. (I really, really like my new rake.) Look at the three bushes growing right up against that white fence. See the one on the right? The one above Chelsea? It was out of control and I asked Rob to trim it for me. He took me quite seriously. Sigh. You have to click on the photo to appreciate what I'm saying here. I have no idea if that bush is going to recover from this "trimming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDUXoRl71I/AAAAAAAAJXY/Im3AmpxoDls/s1600-h/HPIM0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395545856003141458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDUXoRl71I/AAAAAAAAJXY/Im3AmpxoDls/s400/HPIM0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my tomato plants. Maybe it's because this was the first year I finally managed to successfully grow tomatoes, but I just can't bring myself to pull these up and toss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDUM3BrupI/AAAAAAAAJXQ/sYq8EkcJo84/s1600-h/HPIM0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395545670984383122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDUM3BrupI/AAAAAAAAJXQ/sYq8EkcJo84/s400/HPIM0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't use that excuse for these petunias. I've always been able to grow pretty petunias. This gets chalked up to sheer laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDT9QiyeQI/AAAAAAAAJXI/a6JuKkepV1w/s1600-h/HPIM0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395545402956216578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDT9QiyeQI/AAAAAAAAJXI/a6JuKkepV1w/s400/HPIM0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of all the bushes in our yard, this one is my favorite. It's so pretty when all the leaves turn bright red. Then they all fall off and it's ugly. But right now, it's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDTufdKqII/AAAAAAAAJXA/O7Y3lqpwntU/s1600-h/HPIM0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395545149261129858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDTufdKqII/AAAAAAAAJXA/O7Y3lqpwntU/s400/HPIM0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Looking out my patio doors yesterday at 4 p.m.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDTif7QuWI/AAAAAAAAJW4/I9WGbHuAgyk/s1600-h/HPIM0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395544943228926306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDTif7QuWI/AAAAAAAAJW4/I9WGbHuAgyk/s400/HPIM0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Looking out my patio doors today at 4 p.m.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. In Colorado, if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn. I love every last single thing about it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-5642477597340758219?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5642477597340758219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=5642477597340758219&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/5642477597340758219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/5642477597340758219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumni-love-it.html' title='Autumn...I love it'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SuDVBWhEvQI/AAAAAAAAJXw/x7TtwrUTnL8/s72-c/HPIM0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-7544677360591948165</id><published>2009-10-20T11:04:00.031-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:01:31.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Short...but very sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Teenie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amendment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the post is not short. The TRIP was short. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday morning Krissy and I loaded up the kids and lots of "stuff" and drove 300 miles to the eastern side of Colorado, for a three day visit with my other daughter Mandy and her husband Aaron. This is a trip Krissy and I make during deer hunting season, when her husband Andy is gone for a week. Our intention is to do it every year but last year we didn't go. I can't even remember why - maybe because Avery was still such a little baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St30my3YBrI/AAAAAAAAJWw/l125x6_7P0U/s1600-h/HPIM0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394736875985962674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St30my3YBrI/AAAAAAAAJWw/l125x6_7P0U/s400/HPIM0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron and Avery are confined to car seats of course, so we make sure we stop a lot so that they can get out and run around. Our very first stop was McDonald's (in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Glenwood&lt;/span&gt; Springs) where we discovered Avery loves cheeseburgers. Like most moms who order happy meals, Krissy automatically orders chicken nuggets. Avery saw our cheeseburgers and rather than share, we finally just got her her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little story is really just my excuse to show you how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute she is. She's 19 months old now and she's one happy little girl, especially when you get her her very own cheeseburger. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St30bhqJCTI/AAAAAAAAJWo/A50ysjevmU0/s1600-h/HPIM0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394736682388490546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St30bhqJCTI/AAAAAAAAJWo/A50ysjevmU0/s400/HPIM0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss driving through the Rockies. When Rob and I still lived on the eastern slope, and both girls were attending Mesa State College here in Grand Junction (the western slope), we made this drive at least six times a year. For six years. So this annual trip and the drive through the mountains is one I really look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this photo we're driving through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Glenwood&lt;/span&gt; Canyon, which is only an hour from where we live in Grand Junction. Clearly, this is one of the most beautiful places on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St30Oh7HR8I/AAAAAAAAJWg/rcom21mwl-g/s1600-h/HPIM0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394736459121379266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St30Oh7HR8I/AAAAAAAAJWg/rcom21mwl-g/s400/HPIM0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to imagine from this photo, but the Rocky Mountains are so high that the snow you see is there year round. It never goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St30D2omo6I/AAAAAAAAJWY/19q702SYTHQ/s1600-h/HPIM0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394736275702326178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St30D2omo6I/AAAAAAAAJWY/19q702SYTHQ/s400/HPIM0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, on the other hand, is new snow. The mountains get a lot of snow - the altitude is so high, newcomers get altitude sickness very easily if they stay here very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, Krissy and I had the a/c running in the car. It was not cold. At all. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3z5nPKG5I/AAAAAAAAJWQ/KJVn6oicFKM/s1600-h/HPIM0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394736099770375058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3z5nPKG5I/AAAAAAAAJWQ/KJVn6oicFKM/s400/HPIM0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday afternoon Mandy hosted a Pampered Chef party. My daughter Krissy is a PC consultant and this is Mandy helping her big sister the consultant make &lt;a href="http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/jalapeno-popper-pizzas.html"&gt;Jalapeno Popper Pizzas &lt;/a&gt;for the guests. The party was a big success and Mandy is tickled pink that she's finally going to get the food chopper and the pineapple slicer she's always wanted, with the credits she earned for hosting this party. The only thing better than Pampered Chef is &lt;i&gt;free&lt;/i&gt; Pampered Chef. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you, it makes me smile to watch Krissy conduct a PC cooking show. I raised her. Never in my wildest dreams did I think she's become such a domestic goddess, but she is. I expect her to be very successful at this Pampered Chef business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3zmP344BI/AAAAAAAAJWI/CJopI6YT-do/s1600-h/HPIM0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394735767081246738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3zmP344BI/AAAAAAAAJWI/CJopI6YT-do/s400/HPIM0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday evening Aaron and Mandy took us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bruces&lt;/span&gt;, the humongous laid back bar/restaurant that put their little town of Severance on the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3zUuSey8I/AAAAAAAAJWA/KZd-VU9shdc/s1600-h/HPIM0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394735466008202178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3zUuSey8I/AAAAAAAAJWA/KZd-VU9shdc/s400/HPIM0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This place is famous for one thing and only one thing - Rocky Mountain oysters. I can't tell you what those are because this is a family friendly blog, but if you don't know, Google it. People come from far, far away to eat the "bull fries" at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bruces&lt;/span&gt;. It's very popular with the Harley Davidson crowd too. Here's what I think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eeeeewwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the shrimp basket. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Although their specialty didn't do much for me, this was a great place and we had a lot of fun. And....the food that I consider edible was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3y_BZSn4I/AAAAAAAAJV4/43p3tGolFv4/s1600-h/HPIM0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394735093179916162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3y_BZSn4I/AAAAAAAAJV4/43p3tGolFv4/s400/HPIM0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe that every child should have an aunt like Mandy. She teaches fifth grade. Recently she conducted a science experiment in her class and she brought home some of the leftover supplies so that Cameron and Avery could make snow. Snow. In the living room! We didn't bother telling them about cross-linked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;polyacrylamide&lt;/span&gt; polymer gel and chemical reactions. All they cared about is that she dumped some white powder into a blue plastic bucket and when Cameron added water to it, it turned into snow. They were fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3yZ56F35I/AAAAAAAAJVw/CKly7IKwwyQ/s1600-h/HPIM0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394734455514849170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3yZ56F35I/AAAAAAAAJVw/CKly7IKwwyQ/s400/HPIM0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How cool is it that Aunt Mandy didn't care one whit about the mess. A quick run through with the shop vac and the mess was gone. They had a blast with this stuff. For the record, that cross-linked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;polyacrylamide&lt;/span&gt; polymer gel is what makes disposable diapers so absorbent. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3yN1E8qII/AAAAAAAAJVo/t6ORJD0z8mo/s1600-h/HPIM0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394734248059775106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3yN1E8qII/AAAAAAAAJVo/t6ORJD0z8mo/s400/HPIM0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday afternoon we took the kids to a pumpkin patch. This was a totally new experience and Avery didn't know which way to run first. The field of pumpkins was huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3x8RCFEQI/AAAAAAAAJVg/auoXrBHqFY0/s1600-h/HPIM0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733946326290690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3x8RCFEQI/AAAAAAAAJVg/auoXrBHqFY0/s400/HPIM0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron and Uncle Aaron checked out a lot of pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned that Cameron is absolutely crazy about his Uncle Aaron? This is one small example of why Cameron thinks Aaron hung the moon...he gives him a lot of one-on-one attention. Aaron is just great with kids, which comes in handy since he's a middle school counselor. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3xpAsb-xI/AAAAAAAAJVY/LmAd34ElR7U/s1600-h/HPIM0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733615523035922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3xpAsb-xI/AAAAAAAAJVY/LmAd34ElR7U/s400/HPIM0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron discovered this pumpkin and he had to have it. According to him, it was "perfect." :-) It wasn't remotely possible that he could lift this thing, so he drug it, all by himself...all the way down that long, long row....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3xY3kOVaI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/kGT-FGHQQb4/s1600-h/HPIM0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733338194761122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3xY3kOVaI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/kGT-FGHQQb4/s400/HPIM0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...until he got it to our pumpkin wagon. He worked up a real sweat doing this but I was very impressed at his perseverance and determination. That pumpkin is on his front porch now. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3xDpfT6bI/AAAAAAAAJVI/D_i1qntcquI/s1600-h/HPIM0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394732973638805938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3xDpfT6bI/AAAAAAAAJVI/D_i1qntcquI/s400/HPIM0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took a family conference to decide which of these pumpkins to keep. Krissy suddenly remembered that our car was already packed to the gills. But she did manage to bring three big pumpkins home. And one little pumpkin. For guess who. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3wve4jxwI/AAAAAAAAJVA/mVpiq3tWUXQ/s1600-h/HPIM0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394732627194529538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3wve4jxwI/AAAAAAAAJVA/mVpiq3tWUXQ/s400/HPIM0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery was so excited about all this, she didn't know which way to run next, but let me tell you. That child is fearless. She thought all the dirt and mud and huge weeds and stickers were just great. I had to drag her away when it was time to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3we1OYlNI/AAAAAAAAJU4/2UD2yBSDCv0/s1600-h/HPIM0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394732341133874386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3we1OYlNI/AAAAAAAAJU4/2UD2yBSDCv0/s400/HPIM0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron's happy with their choices and you know what? He's never going to forget this excursion that his favorite uncle put together for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? That "green" pumpkin in the wagon? That's Mandy's watermelon. The moment I saw that they sold watermelons, I knew we'd be taking one home. For Mandy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening Rob's family came up to Mandy and Aaron's place for a cookout. We hadn't seen each other since Kris and I did this trip two years ago, so we were thrilled that all of them were willing to make the drive, at night, after an all day Halloween party hosted by my nephew and his wife (an annual event in Frederick), to see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3wHvch2oI/AAAAAAAAJUw/CeBH-uOaRAM/s1600-h/HPIM0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394731944445598338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3wHvch2oI/AAAAAAAAJUw/CeBH-uOaRAM/s400/HPIM0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Rob's sister Carol. She's simply one of the sweetest people I've ever known and I miss not living right around the corner from her, like I did for 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3v7d_EkQI/AAAAAAAAJUo/_82qNDTAF0M/s1600-h/HPIM0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394731733600211202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3v7d_EkQI/AAAAAAAAJUo/_82qNDTAF0M/s400/HPIM0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krissy is crazy about all her cousins, but she's always been especially close to Justin. All these cousins grew up together and went to school together and it makes Krissy a little sad that they don't live close to each other any more. Justin is a great, great guy. He's married with two little ones of his own now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3vvvP9NdI/AAAAAAAAJUg/XreahXp4q1I/s1600-h/HPIM0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394731532076004818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3vvvP9NdI/AAAAAAAAJUg/XreahXp4q1I/s400/HPIM0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took the next generation of cousins all of two minutes to get comfortable with each other. The kids played in the living room.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3vhgvN32I/AAAAAAAAJUY/HMeqVU3t88k/s1600-h/HPIM0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394731287662419810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3vhgvN32I/AAAAAAAAJUY/HMeqVU3t88k/s400/HPIM0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....and the grownups sat at the kitchen table and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what moves me about this. This is exactly the way it all was when Krissy and Mandy were little. The cousins played all over the house or yard and the adults always ended up at the kitchen table, and we talked and talked for hours. And the little ones dropped in their tracks and fell asleep on the living room floor. And the adults kept on talking into the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real show stopper to me that my kids are the grownups now. And I'm the Nana - the older generation. My word, life moves forward so fast, it feels like only yesterday I was the 28-year old mother of a newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes by in the blink of an eye. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3u5Ocq0qI/AAAAAAAAJUQ/GVVuIVAFKmQ/s1600-h/HPIM0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394730595558019746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3u5Ocq0qI/AAAAAAAAJUQ/GVVuIVAFKmQ/s400/HPIM0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took almost a hundred photos on this trip, so I could share it with Rob when I got home. So of course, I ran around Mandy and Aaron's new home with the camera. They have a nice deck off their back patio doors. And just by chance, my two new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;grandpuppies&lt;/span&gt;, Buddy and Beauty, black lab/terrier mix, are in this photo. I spent a lot of time on this deck just relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3uqh0dRBI/AAAAAAAAJUI/TBh3bQQ9CaI/s1600-h/HPIM0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394730343060030482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3uqh0dRBI/AAAAAAAAJUI/TBh3bQQ9CaI/s400/HPIM0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have a really nice back yard and it's huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3ucDKowVI/AAAAAAAAJUA/GUadnW50ehY/s1600-h/HPIM0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394730094313390418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3ucDKowVI/AAAAAAAAJUA/GUadnW50ehY/s400/HPIM0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mandy and Aaron are still practically newlyweds and this is their first home. It's yellow with a red front door and I love it. They've made it very welcoming and warm and I'm so pleased for them, that they wasted no time at all getting into a home of their own. They've been there two months now but it looks and feels like they've lived there for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3t_o2jLGI/AAAAAAAAJT4/7KRe6zDd83I/s1600-h/HPIM0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394729606213479522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St3t_o2jLGI/AAAAAAAAJT4/7KRe6zDd83I/s400/HPIM0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hardest part is always the part where you have to say goodbye. This photo proves that I was really there. I'm never in the photos because I take all the photos. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krissy and the kids and I were all pretty exhausted from this crazy-busy trip, but we enjoyed it so much. Mandy and Aaron will be here for Thanksgiving so when I miss them, I remind myself they'll be right here in my house, at MY kitchen table, in five weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I loved going to visit them, I'll confess coming back home felt pretty good too. I missed my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he might have even missed me too. Maybe. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I know he missed me. Because he told me so. And Chelsea missed me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-7544677360591948165?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7544677360591948165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=7544677360591948165&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/7544677360591948165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/7544677360591948165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/shortbut-very-sweet.html' title='Short...but very sweet'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/St30my3YBrI/AAAAAAAAJWw/l125x6_7P0U/s72-c/HPIM0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-945636608517629460</id><published>2009-10-14T14:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:52:17.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going across the Rockies....</title><content type='html'>My daughter Krissy and I are loading up the kids, the car seats, the portable DVD player, the porta crib, all her Pampered Chef party hosting stuff, enough suitcases for a family of ten and our cameras and we're heading east, through the Rockies, to go visit my other daughter Mandy and her husband Aaron, for four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy and Aaron bought their first home this summer and I'm tickled pink to finally be able to go see them and the new house and my two new grandpuppies, Buddy and Beauty, two little black labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris wants to be on the road by ten tomorrow morning, so I'm sure we'll get out of here no later than noon. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son-in-law Andy goes deer hunting with his dad and his brother for a week every October, so it's the perfect time for Kris and I to make this trip. We've done it once before, two years ago, and the only kid we took with us was Cameron because there was no Avery. We'll be seeing Rob's side of the family on this trip and I can't wait for them to see how Cameron's grown and to meet little Miss Avery who's just as cute as she can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I really should start posting photos of my two sweet grandbabies again.  Heck! I should start posting again, period! Right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a jam packed trip. Mandy's hosting a Pampered Chef party Friday evening and I think at last count she'd invited something like 60 people. Mandy has a lot of friends at work - she's a 5th grade teacher. We haven't seen my husband's side of the family in two years, so we're looking forward to that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave, I had to show &lt;a href="http://decipherthefog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; what I ended up doing with the adorable sock monkey Halloween ornaments she sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/StY1LX_DjUI/AAAAAAAAJTo/QX0OkMNkNcc/s1600-h/HPIM0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392556073356070210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/StY1LX_DjUI/AAAAAAAAJTo/QX0OkMNkNcc/s400/HPIM0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;How cute is that?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my front door of course, and Andrea, I'd like you to know I stood in the rain a few minutes ago to take this photograph. LOL It's raining cats and dogs here in western Colorado and Krissy and I are praying that doesn't translate to snow in the Rockies. Traveling through the mountains this time of year is always dicey. And we'll be in their new Charger - Andy's taking Krissy's 4-wheel drive Jeep on the deer hunting trip because he has to pull his dad's popup camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/StYyoSwzLaI/AAAAAAAAJTY/HpwqPq0QXTs/s1600-h/HPIM0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392553271635422626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/StYyoSwzLaI/AAAAAAAAJTY/HpwqPq0QXTs/s400/HPIM0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Here's the little crab apple tree in my back yard.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/StYyb-uoXZI/AAAAAAAAJTQ/d6rCW5DDxZk/s1600-h/HPIM0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392553060099186066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/StYyb-uoXZI/AAAAAAAAJTQ/d6rCW5DDxZk/s400/HPIM0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I love the colors of autumn, don't you?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a post about my visit with my mom and my sister yet, but I will. We had such a nice visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're enjoying autumn too. I can't remember the last time summer disappeared so quickly. One day is was sweltering outside and the next, I turned the heat on in this house. Every year I hope for a beautiful Indian summer, but I don't think that's going to happen this year. I think winter is determined to show up with bells on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back early next week. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-945636608517629460?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/945636608517629460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=945636608517629460&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/945636608517629460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/945636608517629460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-across-rockies.html' title='Going across the Rockies....'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/StY1LX_DjUI/AAAAAAAAJTo/QX0OkMNkNcc/s72-c/HPIM0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-8572106170691868738</id><published>2009-10-07T12:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:27:13.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of a warning....</title><content type='html'>Early last week I logged into my daughter Krissy's Facebook account to do a little tending on her Farm Town farm. She's a busy, busy girl and needs my help from time to time. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was working away on her blueberries, the chat box popped up and I saw a message that went like this: "Kristina! I urgently need help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. The way that was worded struck me as a little odd but it also upset me because the message was from a boy she went to high school with. I'll call him Bill because I'm almost positive there wasn't a single boy named Bill in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I immediately responded, "Bill. This isn't really Krissy. It's her mom - I'm working on her farm. What's the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately came back with. "Mom. OK. I'm stranded in London. I came here on vacation and last night I was mugged in a park across the street from my hotel. They took my credit cards and all my money and I'm totally stranded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this IM was a little upsetting. But honestly, my first thought was, who on earth would ever have thought "Bill" would go to London on vacation. And why on earth is he on Facebook sending out a message that he "urgently needs help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed that he saw that Krissy was on line and that's why he IM'd her. But it struck me as odd that he'd call her Kristina. I don't know why I even bothered giving her that name - no one at all, not a single person, has ever called her anything but Krissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I told him that I thought he should go to the American Embassy. He told me he had and that they couldn't get him out of the country until mid-October. Then he told me his hand had been injured in the mugging. Then he told me he needed $900 to pay his hotel bill and fly home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I thought he should call his parents. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told him I'd say a prayer for him, that I was sorry this happened to him and that I had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ever since this exchange, early last week, it's bothered me and I wondered if Bill ever found help and got back home. But you know, it bothered me on several levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Krissy knew each other of course. Everyone knows everyone in a town as small as Frederick was at the time. But they didn't hang with the same crowd and were never what I'd call good friends at all. And no one - absolutely no one - calls her Kristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I told Krissy about this and she thought it was a little odd too but like me, she hoped he got home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing. He never updated his status on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's an even funnier thing. Here's an &lt;a href="http://www.switched.com/2009/10/06/fbi-issues-warning-over-friendly-facebook-scams/"&gt;FBI warning&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of keeping up with the news these days is to log into my AOL account first thing in the morning and read the news there. This is the first thing I saw this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief. There are just some really nasty people in this world, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...I fell for this hook, line and sinker. And I worried about Bill for days and days. I certainly wasn't going to send him $900, but I did say a prayer for him and I did worry about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you anything, "Bill" doesn't have a clue that he IM'd all his friends on Facebook and told them his sad story and asked them for money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-8572106170691868738?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8572106170691868738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=8572106170691868738&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/8572106170691868738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/8572106170691868738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/bit-of-warning.html' title='A bit of a warning....'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-1027951740282828445</id><published>2009-09-30T19:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:54:29.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Way back in May of 2006, when I started this blog, it only took me a few weeks to realize that Web MD should have a whole section devoted to what I call "blogger butt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the unladylike language, but that part of my anatomy was what I feared would be permanently numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind blogger butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web MD needs to devote a LOT of space to Farm Town Fanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-1027951740282828445?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1027951740282828445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=1027951740282828445&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/1027951740282828445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/1027951740282828445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-back-in-may-of-2006-when-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-977753473328955490</id><published>2009-09-29T19:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:45:33.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well...in Chelseaville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SsKyhK7_SQI/AAAAAAAAJTA/tVwwKPzHbis/s1600-h/HPIM0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387064387229927682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SsKyhK7_SQI/AAAAAAAAJTA/tVwwKPzHbis/s400/HPIM0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that I've been so absent. But I'm feeling very honest tonight and the truth is, I think I needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure exactly what happened but it all seems to have begun when Avery became mobile. :-) Life just changed and suddenly this Nana, who ALWAYS has everything in complete control...lost it. Two little grandchildren, who wrote the book on sibling rivalry, has just about done me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back. But I'm still 59 so I'm not back with more energy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has had a lot of ups and down this summer. It feels like it was a rough summer. But when I take it apart, one little piece at a time, I know that I'm actually a woman who is very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that my life is chaotic because of two tiny little children who have never known a day without me in their lives...being with me is like air...it's just there. And they love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked three tomatoes today. From my &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; little tomato plants, and it's amazing because autumn has arrived in western Colorado and I, who knows nothing about growing tomatoes, had no idea I'd still be picking them this late in the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when life surprises me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to tell you - but I have to do it in my own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that like a lot of us who have been blogging for three to four years now, and taking it very seriously, I just had to give myself an approved absence slip. I needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have to tell you something. Before I started this blog, going to pick up my mail was just...."yawn"....boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? I truly never know what I'll find in my mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea at &lt;a href="http://decipherthefog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Decipher the Fog &lt;/a&gt;completely surprised me last week. Look at the adorable Halloween ornaments she sent me. I swear, I don't know when I've ever seen anything cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how on earth it is that people associate me with sock monkeys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back very soon with a total catch-up post. I warn you, I think I may break my own record for photos in one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will be back and I'll tell you all about this summer....at least the parts of it that I can share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to remember...there are some things that are not ours to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-977753473328955490?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/977753473328955490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=977753473328955490&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/977753473328955490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/977753473328955490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-is-wellin-cheleaville.html' title='All is well...in Chelseaville'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SsKyhK7_SQI/AAAAAAAAJTA/tVwwKPzHbis/s72-c/HPIM0099.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-27328420.post-4030045928333762996</id><published>2009-09-21T18:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:26:26.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not exactly.....Sunday Meanderings</title><content type='html'>You'd think when you haven't seen your Mom and your sister for two years, you'd take maybe, oh, fifty pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how many I took. I'm not sayin' it was nuts around here, but yeah, I took ONE photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, it's a jim dandy - I LOVE this photo of my sister Bev, who by the way, always seems to think she needs to lose ten pounds. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SrggDtZaLwI/AAAAAAAAJSg/mzBzlBTtRw4/s1600-h/HPIM0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384088602619293442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SrggDtZaLwI/AAAAAAAAJSg/mzBzlBTtRw4/s400/HPIM0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is currently dog-less. But forEVER, she's had dogs that weigh around the ninety pound mark. Something about my little ten pound Chelsea sitting on her tummy just completely cracked her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure my sister never let HER dogs sit on her tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not just love this picture of Bev? Oh my word, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Srggf47wmLI/AAAAAAAAJSw/e78FoVRORG0/s1600-h/HPIM0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384089086752495794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/Srggf47wmLI/AAAAAAAAJSw/e78FoVRORG0/s400/HPIM0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you plant a seed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. If you read my blog last summer, you know there were these little bushes which shall remain unnamed because I never did know what they were called, but they were weed attractors. I swear, the weeds that grew up those stupid little bushes were bigger than the bushes. And when I spent the whole summer trying to dig three tiny little weed splinters out of my fingers, and never did succeed, I said, "To heck with these stupid, weed-infested ugly bushes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I spent eighty-nine cents on one little package of morning glory seeds and I swear, I simply cut a tiny hole in the black weed paper and stuck a couple of seeds in each spot and LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that morning glories just take over every single space they can. I thought that since I wasn't giving them a spot to climb, they'd behave. Uh. No. Apparently if they can't climb, they just spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much fun I've had with these pretty flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Thursday, Cameron picked two of them and took them to his teachers, Miss Ramona and Miss Heather. And according to Papa, he turned bright red when he gave them to them and they hugged him and planted them in a tiny paper cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when life is that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SrggPKFsunI/AAAAAAAAJSo/A0Vs7IqlYJE/s1600-h/HPIM0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384088799299811954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SrggPKFsunI/AAAAAAAAJSo/A0Vs7IqlYJE/s400/HPIM0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I let Cameron pick a tomato from my "garden" for me. When he brought it to me he was laughing and I didn't have a clue what was striking him as so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a closer look and I had to laugh with him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron actually took this photo. Yeah. I let him play with my electronics. The child is an electronic-thing guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me. What does this tomato remind you of? Let me rephrase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO does it remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clue. WIL......SON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Castaway. With Tom Hanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, my whole family so agreed with me, we hesitated to eat it. But we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, Cameron has never seen Castaway. This tomato with it's sweet little face and it's crazy "hair" just made him smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile too. Lots of things are making me smile lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy last day of summer, my sweet friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-4030045928333762996?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4030045928333762996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=4030045928333762996&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/4030045928333762996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/4030045928333762996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-exactlysunday-meanderings.html' title='Not exactly.....Sunday Meanderings'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SrggDtZaLwI/AAAAAAAAJSg/mzBzlBTtRw4/s72-c/HPIM0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-5169412700732303663</id><published>2009-09-17T12:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:53:40.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life may be...just possibly...getting back to normal</title><content type='html'>After a whirlwind three-day visit, my mom and my sister are on I-70 headed east, to go back to my mom's house in Englewood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen either of them in two years. &lt;a href="http://lifeofgrits.blogspot.com/"&gt;My sister Bev &lt;/a&gt;lives in Pennsylvania and &lt;a href="http://jboazphillippians4-judith.blogspot.com/"&gt;my mom Judith&lt;/a&gt; lives in Englewood (Colorado). My sister flew into DIA, picked up my Mom and they drove across the Rockies to come visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful visit we had but let me tell you, I think all three of us could lay down for a nap today and wake up some time tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon. Late tomorrow afternoon. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to share our visit, on Sunday. Meantime, the most exciting thing happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron has been in preschool for less than a month, and we had less than two weeks' notice that he'd even been accepted into preschool. So it's been nuts, changing all our schedules around, and adjusting. And in the midst of all of it, Krissy and Andy decided it was time for eighteen-month-old Avery to start playing at Nancy's daycare home every day. So life at Chelseaville has changed a lot in just the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, it's become a routine. But today. Today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron brought his first Scholastic book order form home! Oh my word, the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Papa has to snoop around at work (he works at Cameron's school) tonight and see if there's another form laying on Miss Ramona's desk. Miss Ramona is Cameron's teacher. And Nana needs her own personal order form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....I think $40 might cover Nana's first order. After all, there are a lot of books on that form that my little Avery would love. And....Papa simply has to build Cameron his own little bookshelf for his bedroom - it will be his Christmas present - a bookshelf of his very own. I think he should go with Papa to Lowe's to pick out the color he wants it painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, maybe Avery needs a bookshelf for her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back. Soon. Promise. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-5169412700732303663?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5169412700732303663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=5169412700732303663&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/5169412700732303663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/5169412700732303663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-may-bejust-possiblygetting-back-to.html' title='Life may be...just possibly...getting back to normal'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-124027271768408131</id><published>2009-09-08T10:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:48:37.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Meanderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqVAZJVxboI/AAAAAAAAJSQ/cAH0CS0zeZY/s1600-h/Sunday+Meanderings.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378776130712071810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqVAZJVxboI/AAAAAAAAJSQ/cAH0CS0zeZY/s400/Sunday+Meanderings.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOOD FOR THOUGHT - A DEVOTIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith or Fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley&lt;br /&gt;of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;&lt;br /&gt;for thou art with me;&lt;br /&gt;thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Psalm 23:4 ~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although God has guided us through our struggles and troubles many times before, it is easy for us to lose hope whenever we face adversity, uncertainty, or unwelcome changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you find yourself facing a fear-provoking situation, remember that the One who calmed the wind and the waves is also your personal Savior. Then ask yourself which is stronger: your faith or your fear. The answer should be obvious. So, when the storm clouds form overhead and you find yourself being tossed on the stormy seas of life, remember this: wherever you are, God is there, too. And, because He cares for you, you are protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God has you in the palm of his hand&lt;br /&gt;and your real life is secure in him,&lt;br /&gt;then you can venture forth into the places&lt;br /&gt;and relationships, the challenges,&lt;br /&gt;the very heart of the storm&lt;br /&gt;and you will be safe there. ~~ Paula Rinehart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Woman of Prayer - 365 Daily Devotions&lt;/em&gt;, Freeman-Smith, LLC, Publisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WEEK IN REVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize it's Tuesday. But before our weekend went right down the tubes, I was determined to get a Sunday post done, so I'm by gosh calling this Sunday Meanderings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the frightening episode with Cameron Saturday night, it took all of us all day Sunday to recover. By yesterday, all was back to normal, but I had a houseful of family all day for a Labor Day cookout. And water balloons. Many, many water balloons. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am doing Sunday Meanderings on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened with Cameron at midnight Saturday night is actually simple to explain. Krissy always checks his blood glucose level before he goes to bed. His reading that night was 400 so she gave him two units of insulin. He'd spent most of the afternoon with me so she wasn't as aware of what he'd eaten that day as she'd normally be. Apparently he was so tired Saturday evening, after playing outside all day at my house (those water balloons) that he didn't really eat much dinner. The two units of insulin, which is exactly what I'd have given him, caused his blood glucose to drop so fast he went into a hard seizure and stopped breathing. That's when they called 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, he was stabilized and able to come home at 5 Sunday morning, but as you can imagine, it was a long, long night and we're all only now beginning to feel normal again. I tell you, I have never been so frightened. It's so hard to control juvenile diabetes in a four year old little boy. It's something that we work on constantly, every day, all day and all night long. He's still too young for an insulin pump, but how we look forward to the day he can get one and we have the comfort of knowing his own body is telling the pump how much insulin he does or doesn't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also thankfully, he doesn't really remember much about that night. He does remember that they "sticked me in my hands, Nana." Apparently nurses have an awful time trying to get an IV started in Cameron. But he doesn't remember the ambulance ride and for that we are so, so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, life goes on here in Chelseaville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPIDERS AND STUFF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you probably know I live in western Colorado. This is desert country out here. And there are two things indigenous to our climate that I could totally live without. Yellow jackets and black widow spiders. I have a jim-dandy yellow jacket trap hanging in my little crab apple tree that does a great job of keeping that population down. But the black widows? Those are a little trickier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting in my Adirondack rocker on the back patio and feel something kind of webby sticking to my arm and I look down into the big pot of petunias that sits next to the rocker and there she is. A black widow and I swear she's HUGE. She looks like she's full of maybe six million eggs. Black widow spiders just scare the pee wadden out of me. So of course I grabbed the spider killer spray stuff and boy did I kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU_aFmhA7I/AAAAAAAAJR4/1vMGldty_ko/s1600-h/HPIM0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378775047376798642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU_aFmhA7I/AAAAAAAAJR4/1vMGldty_ko/s400/HPIM0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Clearly, she's dead.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...that got me to thinking about all the white picket fence planters full of petunias on my front porch. So I told Rob, get the water hose and follow me - we're going to check out all these planters. Sure enough, we found THREE more of them. Good grief, I hate black widow spiders. They honestly make my skin crawl. And the thought of one of them going anywhere near one of my grandchildren...well, it doesn't bear thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fond of ginormous grasshoppers and crickets, but I'll take those any day, over the horrid egg filled black widow spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU_MY84kEI/AAAAAAAAJRw/KDAYcNFSErc/s1600-h/HPIM0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378774812052721730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU_MY84kEI/AAAAAAAAJRw/KDAYcNFSErc/s400/HPIM0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Here's Cameron on his first day of preschool.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU-_R6IOFI/AAAAAAAAJRo/IQbQtLOzYJk/s1600-h/HPIM0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378774586823817298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU-_R6IOFI/AAAAAAAAJRo/IQbQtLOzYJk/s400/HPIM0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Here's Cameron the first afternoon after preschool.&lt;br /&gt;It just wore him out. LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves, loves school. He's in the morning session so he comes down here for breakfast and Papa takes him to school at a little after 8. He gets out at 11:30 and we originally tried having him come back here and spend the afternoon with me. But after only two days, I knew we had a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron is simply not used to spending the whole afternoon all by himself, with just Nana for a playmate. He's been going to Nancy's day care group for two years and has lots of playmates there. Those two afternoons were unbelievably long and I couldn't stand the thought that he would reach the point he dreaded coming to my house, so guess what? When Papa picks him up from school now, he takes him to Nancy's daycare group. Nancy is thrilled. And so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my new schedule: three days a week, I have Cameron for one hour in the morning before school. Wednesday is kidless (no school - Cameron and Avery both go to Nancy's). Friday I have Cameron and Avery both here but he's in school half a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth will I do with this sudden free time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU-MLoxk1I/AAAAAAAAJRg/I8TAxkv78Ns/s1600-h/HPIM0053a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378773708967088978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU-MLoxk1I/AAAAAAAAJRg/I8TAxkv78Ns/s400/HPIM0053a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Sugar-free popsicles are a huge hit around here.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the summer, I threw some morning glory seeds in the ground along the back fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU8Jy8UJEI/AAAAAAAAJRQ/dxHZC0vPvXQ/s1600-h/HPIM0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378771468955165762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU8Jy8UJEI/AAAAAAAAJRQ/dxHZC0vPvXQ/s400/HPIM0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I think the morning glory is a beautiful flower.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU-BTUBLTI/AAAAAAAAJRY/r2PUEXMKyjY/s1600-h/HPIM0054a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378773522048953650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU-BTUBLTI/AAAAAAAAJRY/r2PUEXMKyjY/s400/HPIM0054a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I forgot, they grow like crazy and they completely take over anything anywhere near them. Look at my poor planter. In another week, I doubt I'll even be able to see it but I don't care. I love the morning glories. And since they don't really have anything to grow UP, they're growing OUT. My word, they're going to take over the whole back yard. I figure I'll deal with that when the first frost arrives and kills all the leaves. Right now, I'd need a machete to get them under control. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU7aapBraI/AAAAAAAAJRA/bPkPtzo0oXw/s1600-h/HPIM0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378770654977961378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU7aapBraI/AAAAAAAAJRA/bPkPtzo0oXw/s400/HPIM0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of beautiful plants, here's one of my two tomato plants. I'm surprised how insignificant and practically scrawny they look, all the while producing delicious tomatoes. So again, I don't care. It tickles me to death to run out to my "garden" and pick a tomato I grew when I'm making a salad. Still, the tomato plant is less than lovely, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOME SPARE TIME PLANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened to this summer, but it feels like I've just run myself completely ragged. Perhaps it's because of the age Cameron and Avery are now. He's four and she's eighteen months. I think it's the "eighteen months" that changed things. Avery is one busy, busy little girl and until Cameron started school a couple of weeks ago, she was here every day. Krissy made the decision to let her join Nancy's daycare group and suddenly things settled down a LOT around here. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that fell by the wayside was my reading. I've been stuck in Vampire territory all summer long. It started with the Twilight series which I got completely caught up in. Then Krissy told me about the True Blood series. All I've read, when I had the energy to read, all summer long, was vampire books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me. This is not quality reading. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm beyond excited about these two books, which, by the way, I actually bought in the hardbound edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU__jJRnRI/AAAAAAAAJSI/5j7lUc20t1o/s1600-h/sob_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378775690962378002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqU__jJRnRI/AAAAAAAAJSI/5j7lUc20t1o/s320/sob_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patconroy.com/"&gt;Pat Conroy &lt;/a&gt;is one of my all time ever favorite authors and I collect all his books, including his cookbook. This is the first book he's written in fourteen years! I can't wait to read it. If you're not familiar with Pat Conroy, he wrote The Prince of Tides. And The Great Santini. And a really, really good cookbook. He lives in the low country. Lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqVBHTk_n3I/AAAAAAAAJSY/0HLFG7_PzlQ/s1600-h/The+Help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378776923734253426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqVBHTk_n3I/AAAAAAAAJSY/0HLFG7_PzlQ/s320/The+Help.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew before I even bought this book that it would be one I'd keep. Growing up in the south, I remember everything about this book's subject - the relationship between black maids and the white women whose homes they cleaned and whose children they helped raise. This is tricky territory - a pretty delicate subject. But I'm halfway through this book and can barely put it down, it's so wonderfully written. This is &lt;a href="http://www.kathrynstockett.com/"&gt;Kathryn Stockett's &lt;/a&gt;first novel and she absolutely deserves her spot on the NY Times best seller list. This book is a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have new, non-vampire reading material and time to read it. I'm a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREAT NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeofgrits.blogspot.com/"&gt;My sister Bev &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://jboazphillippians4-judith.blogspot.com/"&gt;my mother &lt;/a&gt;arrive at my house next Monday afternoon. Finally, after the world's most ridiculous ever house selling and moving ordeal, my sister has the time to make the trip to Colorado, from Pennsylvania, that she originally planned to make early in the summer. I simply cannot wait to see them. They'll be here until Thursday, so it's a short visit but when you haven't seen your mother and your only sister for two years, every single moment is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For them, I'm cleaning my house. I'm not going crazy you understand, but I do plan to mop the kitchen, clean the bathrooms and maybe even get a little of the dust under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of plans for our visit. Some of them involve a girls' night out at Olive Garden and the movies. I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a rather difficult weekend, life is settling back into normal around here. I suddenly have more free time than I've had in four years, since Cameron was born, and I'm simply loving it. And it's nice to have my sister and my mom arriving in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. I hope yours is too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-124027271768408131?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/124027271768408131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=124027271768408131&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/124027271768408131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/124027271768408131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-meanderings.html' title='Sunday Meanderings'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SqVAZJVxboI/AAAAAAAAJSQ/cAH0CS0zeZY/s72-c/Sunday+Meanderings.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-421745948006720540</id><published>2009-09-06T00:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:47:43.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt;....Cameron is OK now. His blood glucose level dropped so low last night, around midnight, that he went into a seizure and stopped breathing. Krissy and Andy were able to bring him out of the seizure but he was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. Seeing your grandchild leave home in an ambulance is not for the faint of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emergency room doctor was finally able to bring his level up to safe territory and he was released at 4 this morning. It was a very long and scary night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two times that Cameron went into crisis, it was because his blood glucose level got too high. Both times, he was in the hospital for five days. Obviously it's a lot easier to bring him out of it when the crisis is because the level is too low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing that is so upsetting, for me, is that I know how scared he must have been. So today will be all about comforting him...and my daughter and son-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juvenile diabetes is a horrible, horrible disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you all, so much, for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's midnight. And I'm not fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my daughter Krissy's house, 3 doors down the street from my house. Thank God I only live 3 doors down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to watch over Avery as she sleeps. She sleeps tonight, as most 18 month old babies are sleeping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other baby, Cameron, is in an ambulance, on his way to St. Mary's hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in diabetic crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing so fast I can barely breathe. Krissy called me but was so frantic all I know is that Cameron was in seizure and they couldn't bring him out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not breathing and he was blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ran down the street I was met with lights and sirens and police cars and an ambulance that was racing away with my Cameron in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-421745948006720540?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/421745948006720540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=421745948006720540&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/421745948006720540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/421745948006720540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-6925559692125419322</id><published>2009-09-05T19:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:25:15.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fine...</title><content type='html'>To all of you who have emailed me, I am fine. It's been a long summer here in Chelseaville and I think I just needed to regroup a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back tomorrow with Sunday Meanderings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-6925559692125419322?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6925559692125419322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=6925559692125419322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/6925559692125419322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/6925559692125419322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-fine.html' title='I&apos;m fine...'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-4524069725837415207</id><published>2009-08-26T17:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:46:27.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's such a girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SpXFGlE-20I/AAAAAAAAJQ4/hpWLjDiPeiw/s1600-h/HPIM0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374418447159450434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SpXFGlE-20I/AAAAAAAAJQ4/hpWLjDiPeiw/s400/HPIM0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Even Chelsea has a Barbie doll.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good heavens, I didn't realize I was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you start spinning your wheels and you keep spinning them, day after day after day, and then when you get to stop spinning them, you realize....you may not be able to start up again. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically made myself sick over Avery starting daycare with Nancy this past Monday. I've taken care of her almost every day since she was four weeks old and at 17 months, she still seems like a baby to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's not. She LOVES Nancy and she loves daycare. There are five other little kids there and Avery is just in her glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron's preschool teacher, Miss Ramona, did an in home visit Tuesday morning and Krissy asked me to be there because Papa and I are an integral part of their lives. Papa will be taking Cameron to school and then he'll bring him home to spend the afternoons with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I walked in Krissy's front door, Avery, who I hadn't seen in four days, just went nuts. She loves her Nana. Let me tell you, it did my heart good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I may be able to stand this after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, Cameron starts preschool Friday morning. We requested and got the morning class...yay! Tomorrow morning there's an open house for new preschoolers and because Krissy can only take so much time off, Papa and I are taking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa has seen Cameron's classroom of course. He works there for Pete's sake. But I haven't and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his teacher - Ramona - and her assistant - Heather. They're both just wonderful and I couldn't be more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beginning now things change. I'll have Avery on Fridays. I insisted on having Cameron on Fridays for the past two years because I wanted us to have our special connection for as long as we possibly could, before the big world grabs him. And I want the same thing with Avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have Cameron in the morning before school and then all afternoon. You know, Cameron and I haven't had much time, just the two of us, since Avery was born, so I love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...get this. NO SCHOOL ON WEDNESDAY. And Nancy is so heartsick about losing Cameron, she jumped at having him on Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get a whole day off right smack dab in the middle of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord, I can barely keep up with it all, but I think I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, if you think you can get that miniature Barbie doll away from Chelsea, you have another think coming. That's her baby. She even sleeps with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life. Nuts. And constantly changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-4524069725837415207?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4524069725837415207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=4524069725837415207&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/4524069725837415207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/4524069725837415207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-such-girl.html' title='She&apos;s such a girl...'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SpXFGlE-20I/AAAAAAAAJQ4/hpWLjDiPeiw/s72-c/HPIM0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-8288600945715449968</id><published>2009-08-20T19:01:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:19:52.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big changes....HUGE</title><content type='html'>Beginning Monday, Avery will start going to Nancy's daycare group, just as Cameron has for the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning a week from tomorrow, on Friday, Cameron will start going to preschool, at the elementary school where Papa works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Nancy closes early on Fridays and Krissy can't leave work early enough to pick her up, Avery will be with me on Fridays....just as Cameron has been, for the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know if Cameron will be in the morning or afternoon session of preschool, but whichever it is, he'll be with me the other part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...big changes for me. And for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Grand Junction, there are about four times as many kids ready for preschool as there are spots for them. So Krissy started the application process early last spring. We didn't get an answer as to whether Cameron had been chosen until two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was no. They base their selection on several things, but bottom line, the children who are considered to be "at risk" are almost always chosen first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron was tested. Krissy was interviewed. He was denied acceptance based on two main factors. He tested off the charts (no surprise there - my grandbabies are brilliant :-) and Krissy and Andy made too much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob is a custodian at the elementary school in our neighborhood. When I say our neighborhood, I mean it takes him less than three minutes to drive to work. One of the preschool teachers walked up to him yesterday and said, what's your grandson's last name? When Rob told her, she said, "Good news. We've changed our minds and he's been accepted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always wondered if the fact that Cameron has juvenile diabetes would make him "at risk" but the truth is, a lot of kids have it and it wasn't a deciding factor. However, his teacher is doing an in home visit with them next Tuesday night to discuss lots of things, including Cameron's diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We honestly don't know why they changed their minds but Cameron is so, so excited that we're thrilled for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Krissy got one week's notice that Cameron will, in fact, be starting school next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says he's got plenty of summer clothes so she's not going to buy anything new for a while. I say bullhockey. She's going to buy the store out, this weekend, she's so excited. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she picked Cameron up from Nancy's daycare yesterday and told Nancy that Cameron would only be coming to her for one more week, Nancy got huge tears in her eyes and said she simply couldn't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her husband, their whole family in fact, adore Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob and I told Kris from the very beginning, way back last spring, that we would get Cameron to and from school if he was accepted. So that was never an issue although it will make our lives easier if he goes to the morning session since Rob has to be at work at 2:30 in the afternoon and would have to take his dinner break at a ridiculously early time in order to bring Cameron home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next step...Krissy says to me, "Mom, I think it's time for Avery to start going to Nancy. She needs the interaction with kids who aren't her big brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say, "She's a baby! No! Can we please not even discuss this again until her second birthday next March?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Krissy says, "OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she called me this morning from work and told me, "Mom, if I don't let Avery take Cameron's spot with Nancy now, she may not have an opening again for a year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/So31MEftzBI/AAAAAAAAJQo/i9zSfpSzUUE/s1600-h/HPIM0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372219518236871698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/So31MEftzBI/AAAAAAAAJQo/i9zSfpSzUUE/s400/HPIM0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my baby. For the record, she's ruining the reputation of all us other Reid women because apparently she loves chocolate - that's a warm-from-the-oven chocolate chip cookie she's eating. Most of the women in my family don't care for chocolate. I know. But it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she not just look like a baby? I wonder if it's not just that I'm her Nana and she'll probably always look like a baby to me. I wonder if I don't "baby" her too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/So306lpgmqI/AAAAAAAAJQg/l-FQLSiWllc/s1600-h/HPIM0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372219217898674850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/So306lpgmqI/AAAAAAAAJQg/l-FQLSiWllc/s400/HPIM0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's going to be 18 months old on September 3rd and the truth is, Cameron was 18 months old when he started going to Nancy. So of course I'm being ridiculous, but it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested to Kris that Avery should start going to Nancy on this coming Monday because for the first four days she's there, Cameron will be there too. I can't bear to think of her being dropped off with someone she doesn't know and surrounded by a bunch of other kids she doesn't know. I'm afraid she'd be afraid. I just can't stand it. So everyone agreed that it would help Avery adjust if Cameron is there her first few days. A familiar face, even if they do bicker and fight non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a huge change for me. And I have to admit, the timing is good, because people, I am TIRED. When you're almost 60, taking care of a toddler all week is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore my grandchildren and I chose to do this. Krissy could have had them both in daycare all this time, but I wanted this special time, this time before they start school and the world becomes a much bigger place, to have them all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've put &lt;a href="http://chelseaslittleshoppe.blogspot.com/"&gt;my business &lt;/a&gt;on the back burner for ten months now. I can't sew when Avery is here and I'm too tired to sew at night and on the weekends. So I made my grandchildren my priority. I think I knew all along it wasn't forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beginning next week, for starters I have four days off! After that, I'll have Cameron here half a day every day and I'll have Avery here all day Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet husband said to me, "Think of the time you'll have to farm!" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/So30uzIXLvI/AAAAAAAAJQY/53eJz69bYJA/s1600-h/HPIM0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372219015359311602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/So30uzIXLvI/AAAAAAAAJQY/53eJz69bYJA/s400/HPIM0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm showing you this, in spite of the fact that I cannot for the life of me figure out how to edit photos since I set up my new computer, simply because she's just so stinkin' cute. We've watched Finding Nemo, or as she calls it, "Momo," three times a day every single day this week. And still, she sits there like that, completely fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond sick of that movie. I like it almost as much as I like Elf now. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an entirely different note, there's a cricket in my kitchen. Errggghhhh. How the heck long do these guys live without food and water before they finally give it up? You may recall that last year I had a cricket in my bedroom. I lost several nights' sleep because no matter how I tried I could not find that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the crickets in my area must be six inches long. I took a photo to prove that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/So30eswrVeI/AAAAAAAAJQQ/YzdBsxXFtnU/s1600-h/HPIM0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372218738771449314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/So30eswrVeI/AAAAAAAAJQQ/YzdBsxXFtnU/s400/HPIM0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I showed the photo to Rob and he said, "Barb. That's a grasshopper." And then he about fell down laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, he laughed almost as hard as he did Monday morning, at 6 a.m., when I took my cup of hot coffee and was on my way to join him on the patio and promptly walked right into the screen door and sent coffee flying everywhere. I never noticed the screen was pulled shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief. And they let me take care of little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-8288600945715449968?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8288600945715449968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=8288600945715449968&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/8288600945715449968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/8288600945715449968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-changeshuge.html' title='Big changes....HUGE'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/So31MEftzBI/AAAAAAAAJQo/i9zSfpSzUUE/s72-c/HPIM0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-4383770224848089027</id><published>2009-08-16T13:05:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:18:23.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Meanderings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohaknlkW3I/AAAAAAAAJQA/yq4for7dBbg/s1600-h/Sunday+meanderings+sea+grass+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370642140787661682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohaknlkW3I/AAAAAAAAJQA/yq4for7dBbg/s400/Sunday+meanderings+sea+grass+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Thank you Microsoft Clipart&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOOD FOR THOUGHT - A DEVOTIONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the World Grows Louder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be silent before the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and wait expectantly for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Psalm 37:7 ~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seems to grow louder day by day, and our senses seem to be invaded at every turn. If we allow the distractions of a clamorous society to separate us from God's peace, we do ourselves a profound disservice. Our task, as dutiful believers, is to carve out moments of silence in a world filled with noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are to maintain righteous minds and compassionate hearts, we must take time each day for prayer and for meditation. We must make ourselves still in the presence of our Creator. We must quiet our minds and our hearts so that we might sense God's will and His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the busy pace of life robbed you of the peace that God has promised? If so, it's time to reorder your priorities and your life. Nothing is more important than the time you spend with your Heavenly Father. So be still and claim the inner peace that is found in the silent moments you spend with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Woman of Prayer - 365 Daily Devotions&lt;/em&gt;, Freeman-Smith LLC, Publisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WEEK IN REVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pleasure it is, to have this brand new computer. It's fast! And I have letters on my keyboard again! I'm a touch typist, meaning I learned to type without looking at the keys, but you know, it's disconcerting to not be able to see the letters. I wonder what it says about me, that I actually wore the letters off my keyboard. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Obama held a town meeting at Central High School here in Grand Junction yesterday. That's all I'm going to say about that. I can assure you, I don't care to discuss his plans for health care in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except - it's really something to see blackhawks in the sky, practically in your backyard. And apparently Michelle and the girls spent their time in GJ touring one of our local peach orchards. Did you know that the Grand Junction area (Palisade in particular) is famous for its peaches? And...its wineries. And...its Enstrom's almond toffee. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Krissy is off and running with her new Pampered Chef business. She now has &lt;a href="http://www.pamperedchef.biz/krissykitchen"&gt;her Pampered Chef web site&lt;/a&gt; up and running. Last weekend she hosted cooking shows at her house all weekend long - her big kickoff - and it was a hugely successful weekend. You know, I almost burst my buttons, sitting there watching her do her thing in front of her guests. As little as ten years ago, you never would have convinced me that my daughter could cook anything beyond ramen soup. It's such a nice feeling when you realize your daughter has become a good wife, a good mother and a great homemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it was inevitable that at least some of my genes would show up, huh? Luckily, she's not as anal as I am. She just does her thing and does a good job and never really stresses over how perfect things aren't. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohZ3D2aDeI/AAAAAAAAJP4/JZajdjaCXGI/s1600-h/HPIM0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641358100499938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohZ3D2aDeI/AAAAAAAAJP4/JZajdjaCXGI/s400/HPIM0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talk about a way to start a week. Monday morning I was watering my &lt;s&gt;huge vegetable garden&lt;/s&gt; two tomato plants when I noticed movement on the ground behind the pots. This poor little bird was just sitting there trembling. He didn't look injured so I suspect he flew into the patio doors and stunned himself. I grabbed a soft cloth and picked him up and moved him under a bush toward the back of the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he'd feel more secure there, until he could recover and hopefully fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my panic when I saw Chelsea walking across the yard with the poor little thing in her mouth! I bribed her to drop him (with a piece of taffy, which was the closest thing I could grab). This time I took him to the front yard and set him under the bushes. Chelsea can't get to the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Chelsea. I'm sure she thought that was the most fun toy she'd discovered in ages. I thought I'd have a heart attack when I saw that bird in her mouth. Poor thing. But...I checked a couple of hours later and he was gone. So I'm telling myself he survived his lousy Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohZowfQBwI/AAAAAAAAJPw/CDQuG-31qw4/s1600-h/HPIM0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641112384931586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohZowfQBwI/AAAAAAAAJPw/CDQuG-31qw4/s400/HPIM0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of plants, here's what my avocado tree looks like now. Boy, it's hard to get a good photograph but if you click on this one, you'll see that after I cut the top off, it sprouted three new branches. One of the branches is taking off like crazy so if the other two don't start catching up soon, I'll pinch that branch back a little too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohZX0-sCxI/AAAAAAAAJPo/xCoVLiKCeFw/s1600-h/HPIM0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370640821532756754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohZX0-sCxI/AAAAAAAAJPo/xCoVLiKCeFw/s400/HPIM0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I know you're wondering, here's a closeup of the other thing you're seeing in that photo. Is that not the cutest thing? It's a water worm my sister Bev sent in my birthday package. It tells me when the soil is getting dry. Cute, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is &lt;a href="http://lifeofgrits.blogspot.com/"&gt;my sister's new blog design&lt;/a&gt;. You should run over and see it. It's perfect for her. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohZIcL-SwI/AAAAAAAAJPg/dv2hnpUEXOY/s1600-h/HPIM0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370640557179554562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohZIcL-SwI/AAAAAAAAJPg/dv2hnpUEXOY/s400/HPIM0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And speaking of crops (we were speaking of crops, weren't we?), clearly I'm raking in the tomatoes! Goodness, what will I do with them all! I swear, if I could dig up my yard, I'd plant a hundred tomato plants, I'm so thrilled that I actually figured out how to grow them. I could eat a dozen a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who asked what happened to the very first tomato I grew, as much as I was tempted to, I didn't just sit and eat it. I cut it up and put it in a salad and ***gasp** &lt;i&gt;shared&lt;/i&gt; it with Rob. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohY8BYYsHI/AAAAAAAAJPY/Sej9ZfX3gVw/s1600-h/HPIM0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370640343825428594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohY8BYYsHI/AAAAAAAAJPY/Sej9ZfX3gVw/s400/HPIM0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One last word about plants. Remember when I threw ten morning glory seeds in the ground along the back fence? Too bad I forgot that they need something to climb. Sigh. Oh well. These can just spread all over heck and before they come back next year, I'll get a trellis or some strings or something put in so they can go UP instead of out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a farmer I am. Makes you wonder how I ever reached level 31 in Farm Town, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOME LAST REMARKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've come to a conclusion. Bloggityville is taking a nap. Seriously, everyone I know, including myself, seems to be on a sort of summer break. I think there are several reasons. We're all busy with kids. In my case, that's nothing new since mine are grandkids and the seasons don't affect when they're here. But let me tell you, now that little Miss Avery is a year and a half old and all over the place, into everything, my days are busy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I'm not real tickled when summer is coming to a close and Rob starts working evenings again, but tomorrow he starts the evening schedule again and I'm beyond grateful. He'll be home during the day to help me entertain her. I truly can't even come back here and use my computer when she's here. She pushes buttons and slaps the keyboard. She's shut the computer down for me more times than I can count. It's not worth it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hooray for having Papa home during the day to help me. And Fridays? Fridays I have Cameron and Avery both here. Rob's going to be worth his weight in gold on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing affecting Bloggityville has to be Facebook. You know, I finally bit the bullet and joined Facebook. I've connected with a couple of people I'd lost track of but for the most part, it's not my thing, I don't think. I just can't think of pithy one sentence remarks to put on my wall. I need WORDS people. Lots and lots of words. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also suspect the slowdown has to do with the fact that most of us who travel in this group have been doing it for just about the same amount of time - three years or more. Maybe it's a touch of burnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know? In a way, it's kind of nice. When almost all of us are in the same boat, it's not so uncomfortable. It seems to take the pressure off. The whole bloggy world feels more relaxed and I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and my mom are arriving for a three day visit, on September 14th. I haven't seen either of them in two years. So obviously I can't wait. The only thing on my list of plans so far is to take them to the world's dingiest sports bar, Wrigley Field, for the best lunch either of them ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heaven's sake! How could I forget. Mandy and Aaron finally got their new dogs. I've got two new grandpuppies. They adopted two one-year-old black labs from an older couple in Florida who's mission in life is to rescue, train and find good homes for dogs. Beauty and Buddy are trained within an inch of their lives. They've been to obedience school, doggy day care, back to obedience school, some more doggy daycare (for socialization, don't you know), back to obedience school....They're amazingly well behaved dogs. But Mandy told me they plan to let them figure out that it's perfectly OK if they want to start acting like dogs now. The couple actually drove the dogs and all their equipment, including their crates, from Florida to Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a perfectly routine, hopefully normal week coming up. I'll be 59 years old on Tuesday. Good grief. How close to 60 can you get without actually getting there! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a perfectly routine, normal new week too. I'll bet a lot of you have kids going back to school next week. Either that, or you're getting ready to dive into homeschooling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-4383770224848089027?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4383770224848089027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=4383770224848089027&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/4383770224848089027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/4383770224848089027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-meanderings.html' title='Sunday Meanderings...'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SohaknlkW3I/AAAAAAAAJQA/yq4for7dBbg/s72-c/Sunday+meanderings+sea+grass+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-8344656758118099045</id><published>2009-08-11T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:53:16.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalapeno Popper Pizzas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SoBP_Mh-bqI/AAAAAAAAJPI/3FTcRohNK1c/s1600-h/HPIM9995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368378702939713186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SoBP_Mh-bqI/AAAAAAAAJPI/3FTcRohNK1c/s400/HPIM9995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I mentioned that my daughter Krissy has become a Pampered Chef consultant. She hosted two big kickoff cooking parties this past weekend, and this is the dish she cooked for her guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These appetizers are absolutely delicious. I loved them so much, I bought the ingredients and made them for Rob on Sunday. He loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Pampered Chef recipe, of course. I knew I'd have to share this one with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JALAPENO POPPER PIZZAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 11-ounce package refrigerated thin crust pizza dough&lt;br /&gt;4 slices bacon&lt;br /&gt;1 small red bell pepper, finely diced (about 1/2 cup)&lt;br /&gt;2 jalapeno peppers, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;4 ounces cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shredded Cheddar cheese, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 cup corn chips, crushed (about 1/2 cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 425 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place pizza dough on a cutting board (do not unroll the dough). Using a sawing motion, slice dough into 24 disks. Place disks on a baking sheet; press to flatten and seal the seams. Bake 11 to 13 minutes, or until golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, slice bacon into 1/4-inch pieces; cook over medium-high heat 8 to 10 minutes or until crisp. Drain on paper towels. Drain pan, leaving 1 teaspoon bacon drippings in the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finely dice the red bell pepper and chop the jalapenos. (If you like it hot and spicy, use the seeds and veins. Otherwise, discard those and just chop the pepper.) Add bell pepper and jalapeno to pan and cook over medium heat 2 to 3 minutes or until tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine cream cheese, 1/2 cup of the Cheddar cheese, peppers and bacon in a mixing bowl. Mix thoroughly and spoon the mixture evenly over the 24 pizza crusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle each crust with crushed chips; sprinkle each with Cheddar cheese. Bake 4 to 6minutes until cheese is melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SoBP0PPp77I/AAAAAAAAJPA/HgwfeHibh3g/s1600-h/HPIM9996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368378514689617842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SoBP0PPp77I/AAAAAAAAJPA/HgwfeHibh3g/s400/HPIM9996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be faster or easier and you can bet I'll be making these every time our family gets together from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are going to be perfect this Friday night, when our Denver Broncos play their first preseason game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. I can't think of a time these won't be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-8344656758118099045?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8344656758118099045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=8344656758118099045&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/8344656758118099045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/8344656758118099045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/jalapeno-popper-pizzas.html' title='Jalapeno Popper Pizzas...'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SoBP_Mh-bqI/AAAAAAAAJPI/3FTcRohNK1c/s72-c/HPIM9995.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-27328420.post-7911069041175363037</id><published>2009-08-10T10:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:55:57.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the angels sang....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SoBQfA88z7I/AAAAAAAAJPQ/66Hi3gS8hgk/s1600-h/tomato.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SoBQfA88z7I/AAAAAAAAJPQ/66Hi3gS8hgk/s400/tomato.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368379249587441586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hallelujah...hallelujah...hallelujah!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-7911069041175363037?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7911069041175363037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=7911069041175363037&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/7911069041175363037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/7911069041175363037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-angels-sang.html' title='And the angels sang....'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKOgCi0xmG8/SoBQfA88z7I/AAAAAAAAJPQ/66Hi3gS8hgk/s72-c/tomato.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27328420.post-6808527764829346453</id><published>2009-08-09T06:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T07:05:16.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>Rob and I are in the process of transitioning from our old computer to our new one. My word. This computer has lasted so long, I'd honestly forgotten what a job it is to save everything from this one, store it on the external hard drive we just bought (you should get one if you can), and reinstall all that data plus all our programs onto the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fan is running constantly on this computer now and that's always a sign that the dust is about to be bitten. The bucket is about to be kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I may be a little scarce for a day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with Sunday Meanderings as soon as I can. As big a job as the transition is, it's nice that for once I have a good reason for Sunday Meanderings - on Tuesday. Or Wednesday. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how excited I am that I'm about to have a FAST computer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing earthshatteringly exciting happening in ChelseaVille right now. Life is good. Busy, but uneventful. I like that. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27328420-6808527764829346453?l=anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6808527764829346453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27328420&amp;postID=6808527764829346453&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/6808527764829346453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27328420/posts/default/6808527764829346453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/transition.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629</uri><email>Barjr50@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11312014844748778777'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry></feed>