<?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-36569578</id><updated>2009-11-13T16:58:58.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful for the Thorns</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-4185406849418545445</id><published>2009-05-19T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:25:23.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember your Senior Prom.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well,  National Nursing Home week was a big hit. I've never been so tired in my life, but it was worth it for the residents. We planned a lot for the week, almost too much, with a Mother's Day Luncheons, a Food Show, an Employee Grill Out and raffle and A Senior Prom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With all the things we did, my over all favorite, and the most work,  was the Senior Prom. Watching the anticipation and excitement build in the residents and even the staff and family members was just awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Not having attended my own school prom, I wanted to make sure I touched all the bases and didn't leave anything out. This was going to be the event of the season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A few calls and the dresses were being donated by the bunches. Every color, size and style you can imagine. And while the tux rental donations came easy last year, this year was another story due to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recession&lt;/span&gt;. No tuxes!! A few more phone calls to the families and the suits and ties were in the bag. Who needs a tux anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And even though we have a weekly beautician come several days, to do the hair of her regulars, this was a special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone who wanted to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; hair or nails done would be on the the schedule. Paul Mitchell beauty school came through beautifully with an instructor and ten student. They spent the day making the resident beautiful, even if they didn't want to attend the prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The flowers were ordered and set for delivery. The music, the same as the year before, booked and ready. The local newspaper even set to attend and do pictures. (they haven't run the article yet, but say they are a couple weeks out on delivery - I hope he wasn't pulling my leg). And more volunteers, girls and guys,  than we knew what to do with, available to dance and take pictures with the residents or whatever was needed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On the day of the prom, the staff got really into it too, helping fit the residents with evening gowns and making sure their hair and make up was just so. Even dressing up themselves. You can really tell you work with a great team when everyone comes together and makes sure everyone is involved and having a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was a lot of work, but well worth it! The room was smaller than we wanted, and some of the families didn't get to attend this year because the prom was held during the day rather than in the evening, but the prom went off without a hitch. Everyone had a wonderful time and we have the pictures to show for it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I may not have attend my own prom, but who needs it. This is one of the best proms  I have ever been to. And what a way to celebrate our residents. Everyone was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; beautiful! Am I ready to do it again tomorrow, no way. But you can count on next year being even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote for the day&lt;/strong&gt;: Celebrate today for tomorrow may never come. Besides, look at all the fun you're missing out on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless. Good Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-4185406849418545445?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/4185406849418545445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=4185406849418545445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4185406849418545445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4185406849418545445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2009/05/remember-your-senior-prom.html' title='Remember your Senior Prom.......'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-4533921038259626152</id><published>2009-05-05T21:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:19:45.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I so totally let April get away from me. And May is well on the way of getting away. They say the older we get the faster the time gets away from us. Funny, I don't feel old, tired sometimes, but not old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last full week in April, I got to get away to Florida. Something I have waited almost a year to do. I got to see my best friend Pam and her new home in Land O Lakes. She had foot surgery while I was there. It was nice sitting around, catching up. I spent the day with my sister. I haven't seen her in almost two years. That was sweet too! The only draw back was, one of the reasons I wanted to go to Florida was to spend some time with my brother. I ended up only getting about an hour and a half with him. I feel bad about that. Maybe it was God's way of saying, don't get your hopes up, or leave it alone, he's happy. I can move forward and stop worrying about him. I have missed him so. I do feel better that he is happy. He doesn't like his job much ( he at least has a job) but he gets to spend quality time with his grandchildren and he really seems to enjoy that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a great time but coming back I have to wonder if it was worth it. Getting away, I was promised that the state mandated paper would be picked up where I left it and kept up while I was away. For the record, don't believe everything people tell you. Nothing was done. I'm still not caught up.The days at work are so busy and crazy, they are but a blur when I try to go back and look at the day when I get home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been back for a week and a half and haven't seen the residents yet. Oh, I've seen them, but not really seen them. I want to spend quality time with them but can't seem to get away form the computer. I have weeks of state mandated paper work to catch up on, the monthly calendar, the newsletter, assessments, care plans, signs, birthday list, a Mother's Day luncheon this Saturday, and that's not even the half of it. May is an important month for seniors. It's National Nursing Home Week. Our facility plans &lt;strong&gt;lots&lt;/strong&gt; of great stuff in May in celebration of the elderly. We have a full week of celebration which includes Senior Prom that is well into planning. Everything is crazy now but will be behind me in a week. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it seems like I am whining, and maybe I am, but I do love my job. I just don't like the stress of some of my team member not doing their share. I gave three staff members a job to cover a box with with paper and put a sign on it for a ballot box, by the end of the day, so the resident's could use them as voting boxes for a king and queen for our upcoming prom. At the end of the day, no boxes were anywhere to be found after the staff left. I did find one (one!) box. As beautiful as it was, it was only one bax. I need four! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone ever been to a Prom for Senior Citizens. I haven't. I'm looking forward to it. The residents are getting so excited. They have been being fitted with donated prom dresses. I can't wait to see them all dressed up. I have a bunch of volunteers from the local high school football and soccer teams coming to have pictures taken with the residents and maybe even a little wheelchair dancing. I cant wait to join in on the fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But first, the Mother's Day Luncheon. That should be really nice and rewarding for the families too. I know, one day at a time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My quote for the day: "Take life one day at a time, you'll live longer."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for stopping by and letting me bend your ear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Bless and have a good night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-4533921038259626152?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/4533921038259626152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=4533921038259626152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4533921038259626152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4533921038259626152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-6011963833040711388</id><published>2009-03-26T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:22:08.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe things are look up.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting here reading over my last post, I was in quite a slump. I'm happy to report, things are looking up. An ad was placed in the local paper.  The responses were overwhelming. Each day I got 20-30 applications for one open position. They were mechanics, accountants, teachers, and a host of others. Not too many had real long term care experience, let alone activity programming experience. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last week was a blur of long hours and  interviews. With the economy what it is, I scheduled 6-8 a day for several days. It didn't take long to weed out the ones that were not appropriate for the position. I felt really bad for several of the people. They needed a job so bad. I can't tell you how many days I came home and thanked the good Lord I had a job. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After second interview of the top two candidates, my boss ask to let him think about them for a while. Thirty-five minutes later, he came to my office and said to hire them both. Something I wasn't expecting.  He wanted one of my newest part time guys gone. Said he wasn't catching on quick enough.  I got the honors of telling the little guy he didn't have a job anymore. I didn't feel too good about that. I still have one other girl who has been coached and coached and doesn't seem to be improving.  If she doesn't step it up soon, she may have to go too. Again, not something I am looking forward to. I hate to see people loose their jobs, especially with the economy the way it is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a brighter note, I had two new people ( a girl and a guy) in orientation on Tuesday. The guy has worked two days and I can already see changes, for the better,  in our existing team. Seeing the young guy gone may have had something to do with it too. The second new person doesn't start until after the 13th, (she had to give notice at her other job). I believe she will be a positive addition. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being a five star facility is a lot of work. The boss is always pushing the staff to do better, better, best! And that's not a bad thing.  I guess that's the way we became a five star facility. Having high expectation of you staff will yield quality service delivered. And in the end, isn't  that's what we are looking for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, having had several long weeks of falling behind in the paper work and more interview that I want to do in a year, I believe things are looking up. Having the new people in place and getting them seasoned before our really busy time gets here, is a good thing. We have  Easter, mother's day, national nursing home week and a senior prom, all in the next eight week. The additional help,  is a true blessing. I believe they will add a lot of great support and assistance in delivering quality programming and service to our seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And in the mist of all that, I did my taxes, or at least they got done. Truth be told, my daughter did them for me. It takes me about 4-5 hours to do the taxes. She being a natural banker, she wipes them out in about 1 1/2 hours, and I don't have to think about them anymore.  For the record, if you don't have your taxes done, you only have 20 days. Just what you wanted to hear, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quote of the day:Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless. Good Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-6011963833040711388?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/6011963833040711388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=6011963833040711388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/6011963833040711388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/6011963833040711388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-believe-things-are-look-up.html' title='I believe things are look up.....'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-8451164746608268441</id><published>2009-03-10T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:18:06.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is good, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ever had one of those weeks at work, where the stress is so thick you can cut it with a knife. I'm moving into my second week of one. One of the the part time activity aides, that worked 32 hours, gave notice she could only work every other weekend She's coming to the end of her school and has labs and co-oping.  I was really okay with that. I knew it was coming. Then a full time aide on the memory unit, gave notice last Wednesday (not even a full two week notice). She said she wants to begin &lt;strong&gt;living her life, &lt;/strong&gt;not just existing. She wants to do some traveling and maybe open a business with some friends in North Carolina. (I want to do some traveling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The week ended with the State coming in on a complaint on Friday. We were kinda, sorta, expecting them because of a discharge on a resident with some behavior issues that were harmful to other residents. They ended up finding more than was bargained for. The boss was in a terrible mood all day. Those are the kind of days you really want to hide somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After a fairly quiet weekend, I was all ready for a calmer, much less stressful week. So far that hasn't happened. Monday was a typical busy, crazy Monday. It ended with a lovely dinner with my daughter and the grands. Today. Today was just tuff! Another girl in my department, called today, (she was scheduled off today), said if the one girl won't be working on the unit, she may want to transfer to another department, where she also has experience. ( In my meeting with the boss, I know this isn't going to happen because he will not ok the transfer.) Knowing the girls asking, maybe that's a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I topped the day off with the boss calling me into his office to tell me my department was falling apart, (well,  dah!). Truthfully the remaining five or ten minutes in his office was  somewhat a blur. Something about forgetting to run the ad and I may need to come in extra to run some programming. I think the real reason I was brought into the office was because the activity aide that was leaving was the first one for the facility and he wasn't ready to let her go yet and needed to vent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I left the office I should have gone in to  finished my paper work. Instead, I went down on the units with the residents and joined the activity in progress. The residents always lift my spirits and re-affirm the reason I love my job, even when I am having a bad day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I left work tonight, I have to say, I was still dragging, but I did feel better hanging out with the residents. They help me put things into prospective.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tomorrow is another day. And I believe all things happen for a reason. Maybe this is God's way of making me see things in a different light. I used to hate change, but maybe change is just what we need. Our programming could use a boost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On a good note, I had two new part timers, students, in the orientation class today. They both start this week on the evening shift.  They are really young and green but everybody has to start somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I haven't posted much lately. Maybe no one will even read this, but I feel better.  I usually come in and read other people's troubles and go aways without posting because my problems seem small in comparison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks for letting me bend your ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today's quote is actually a bible verse: "If God takes you to it, He will see you through it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless. Good Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-8451164746608268441?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/8451164746608268441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=8451164746608268441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/8451164746608268441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/8451164746608268441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-is-good-right.html' title='Change is good, right?'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-2094439541926801673</id><published>2009-01-25T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:04:40.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking out for each other...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Our economy has everyone in a stew. Even people who thought their jobs were secure are loosing their jobs. I can only imagine how difficult it must have been during the depression years. Being born in the fifties, the depression was on its way to recovery so I can’t say I remember much of it. That’s not to say we weren’t poor when I was growing up, I just didn’t know it because everyone else was poor too. We didn’t have much of what we wanted but most of our needs were met. Even if it was hand me down clothes and the very basic food items, canned vegetables, dried beans, potatoes, eggs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the grocery tonight and got really stirred up. Memories of poverty were as fresh in my heart as if it were yesterday. I saw a family of four in the grocery. My heart really went out to them. The children were all under six or seven. They were asking for the usual things kids ask for when you take them to the grocery. Mom was doing what she could to pacify them without just saying no. It didn’t look like mom had much money but the need seemed plenty. I watched her for several isles while trying not to stare by going on about my business.  I couldn’t get those kids out of my mind. They were all three very well behaved. When the mom told them they couldn’t have something, they didn’t throw a fit like most kids do, they just gave it back and moved on.  I wanted to put back what I had and give my money to her for her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on and tried to finish up as I figured I couldn’t do too much with the situation at hand but pray. As it turned out, I ended up in line behind them at the check out. Mom had what looked to be about thirty to forty dollars worth of food. Nothing fancy, couple boxes of cereal, milk, few canned goods, a couple packs of meat, some flour, sugar and a loaf or two of bread. I did see one box of little debbie cupcakes. Her bill rang up to $38.56. She had $32.00. She started telling the clerk to take this and that off, I handed the clerk a ten dollar bill and told her to use it for the balance. I was glad the lady didn’t protest but just looked at me and said God Bless and thank you. I told her I was really glad to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know six or seven dollars don’t seem like much, but it can be an awful lot if you running short. Raising my own daughter, I can remember seeing how far I could stretch twenty or thirty dollars sometimes. Somehow, with God’s help, we managed but sometimes not without the help of prayer. God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m not writing about this to tell you how great I am because I don’t feel great at all. I’m writing this because due to the economy, there are a lot of people out there having a lot more problems than we realize. Let’s all look around and do what we can to help each other, even if they don’t ask. There is a lot more we can do than we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-2094439541926801673?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2094439541926801673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=2094439541926801673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/2094439541926801673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/2094439541926801673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-out-for-each-other.html' title='Looking out for each other...........'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-2915653603308445062</id><published>2008-12-15T00:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:35:44.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pauline Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was my girlfriends Birthday. We have a birthday 3 days apart, which is why I always remember when it is. Sorry I didn't blog it before midnight, but I did remember. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Pauline. You're a great friend. Hope you have a great day and do something special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-2915653603308445062?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2915653603308445062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=2915653603308445062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/2915653603308445062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/2915653603308445062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/12/pauline-birthday.html' title='Pauline Birthday'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-9000882427672567269</id><published>2008-12-14T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:36:57.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit and The end of another state survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, so it has taken be a while to get in the holiday spirit but reading Judith's blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/jboazphillippians4-judith.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Flight Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; helped. I've never been this late and not finished with everything. I have been making gifts for about a month and a half and that should have put me in the mood, but it didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As I posted on the 10th, state inspector were at my work last week, Tuesday through Thursday. That really didn't help my holiday spirit at all. They had the nerve to stick around for 4 whole days ( actually, that's how long they stay at any facility), which meant going in early each morning and staying until late. We weren't allow to leave until all the inspector had left for the day. Some days that meant 7am&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; to 7&lt;/span&gt; or 8 pm. We had our exit on Thursday afternoon. It was truly a GREAT survey! Unbelievable! We only got TWO tags, both in dietary (not that I would wish that on any department). It was a better survey then either of the last two years. If they have to come in December, right before Christmas, it's a nice gift not to get any serious tags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In my department, I had three musical entertainers scheduled in the 4 days they were scheduled to be there. Can't beat that! Of course it is December. The month everyone is in the giving spirit and wanting to give back. ( I have 14 special events scheduled in the month of December. That's nuts!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everyone was on cloud nine Thursday afternoon. Management got to leave early on Friday. When the inspection was finished and the inspector were gone, our administer / owner had the secretary announce, "Elvis has left the building". Pretty cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Christmas spirit was definitely picking up with the survey behind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've been listening to Christmas music all weekend. I still have a few things to pick up but for the most part, I did manage to get most of my shopping and projects done this weekend. I even have them wrapped and under the tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I made the mistake of leaving the wrapped gifts for my grandchildren under my tree. I thought my grandson would never let up during our quality time on Saturday night. He wanted to open one of those gifts sssooooooo bad. Who cares that there was 12 days till Christmas. I managed to find a big, stripped, blue and yellow snake that satisfied him for a time. He kept going back for that small glimmer of hope I would give in and let him open them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We have a party every year at church, reaching out to the neighborhood with a pot luck, entertainment and a chance to get a picture with Santa. This year I had the pleasure of finding the entertainment. We had a couple clowns that did skits and clowning around, and bringing the real meaning into Christmas. They were called "Fools 4 Christ". They did a great job. They were at the nursing home I work at the day before. What a nice ministry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As for Santa, the same guy has dressed as Santa for many years. This year was different. One of the other older men in our church did the job. I don't think they really notice who's in the suit, just that he visits and is willing to lend an ear for their latest Christmas wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Bless and Good Night. And if you were one of the people out there saying a prayer for a good survey for our facility, Thank you! God hear our prayers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-9000882427672567269?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/9000882427672567269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=9000882427672567269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/9000882427672567269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/9000882427672567269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-so-it-has-taken-be-while-to-get-in.html' title='Christmas Spirit and The end of another state survey'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-766886360705539645</id><published>2008-12-10T20:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:37:41.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is what it is........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;State Survey. If you have ever worked in a nursing home, retirement home, or the like, you know what a state survey is. We are currently in our third day of our annual survey. The stress is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Having to come to work several hours early, and remaining until the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;last of them go&lt;/span&gt; home for the evening, which is several hours after our scheduled time to go home. Everyone is just exhausted! Add a little stress, and wow, the days are long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Our administrator, owner, walks up and down the halls, with his hands in his pickets, pacing the halls. The DON runs from unit to unit, watching everyone, asking staff question when the opportunity presents itself. The other nursing staff hide, whenever they can get away with it. And I have never had such good participation and help from the staff to get people to and from programs. When they are in programming, the staff don't have to worry about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As for my department, I believe if you are doing what you are suppose to be doing, everyday, you have nothing to worry about. Does that decrease the stress, no, not at all. I have several new employees, who have never been through a state survey and they are very nervous. Truthfully, they do a great job, they just don't have the confidence or experience to know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The truth be told, activities is the best place to be during a state survey. Nursing and Food Service is their main focus. As long as you don't give them reason to focus on activities, they usually don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm told, by the other departments that my department is doing 50 to 60% more activities than the girl before me did. I don't have anything but their word to go on, I just believe in keeping them busy so as not to get into mischief. As luck would have it, I had two concerts scheduled so far this week and another one scheduled for tomorrow. After all, this is December. Everyone always wants to come and volunteer, you know, give back. (It's too bad they don't want to give back more months of the year but with the survey there, I'm not complaining.) This being the Christmas month, I also had scheduled, a craft everyday for the memory impaired unit and several time a week for the other units. Add a Christmas bingo and a little trivia and some other word games and the days have gone by pretty quickly. Having enough staff sure helps tremendously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The only concern so far, was a resident council meeting, with only state survey people present, asking the residents questions. From what I hear of that, things went pretty well. They actually praise the activities and activity staff. Makes coming in early and staying late well worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We still have one more day, but we have a great team and a beautiful place and resident who are very complimentary of the staff. Will we get 100%, probably not, but I think we are going to do just fine. I'll say a prayer just the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; See, I lay a stone in Zion, a tested stone, a precious cornerstone for a sure foundation. Isaiah 28:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-766886360705539645?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/766886360705539645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=766886360705539645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/766886360705539645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/766886360705539645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is what it is........'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-5663514214910576305</id><published>2008-11-28T22:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:33:21.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed and Thankful beyond measure......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wow! I can hardly believe I have lots two months in blogging. My friends don't even stop by anymore because I have been gone so long. I don't blame them. What can I say, life is busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am truly blessed. Not only am I busy and staying out of trouble, I have so much to be thankful for this thanksgiving. I have my woes like everyone else but life is good. I have my health, a job, a family who loves me and I can come to the blog world and read until my hearts content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had a&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;day with my family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. There was more to eat than should be allow in one day. I watched my grandson play with two game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;controllers&lt;/span&gt; for a video game that I would be hard pressed playing with one of. He even beat his sister and me twice at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UNO&lt;/span&gt; . And my grand daughter is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; interested in crocheting. I have waited for years to see that happen. She actually stayed with it and finished half of a neck scarf. And watch my daughter be excited about quilting. Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Just good quality time with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was back to work today. But I didn't mind, the family is off to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;relatives&lt;/span&gt; in Virginia and won't be back until Sunday. I went to work early and stayed late, putting up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; trees, I did. Well there are 6 to put up and only one got done today but it was a 10 footer. Tomorrow is another day. By the time I get around to my own tree, it may take some doing to get in the mood to put it up. The grandchildren are good motivators for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hope everyone had a Great and Blessed Thanksgiving. God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-5663514214910576305?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/5663514214910576305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=5663514214910576305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/5663514214910576305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/5663514214910576305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessed-and-thankful-beyond-measure.html' title='Blessed and Thankful beyond measure......'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-4578004944552870946</id><published>2008-09-30T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:53:28.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity may not be your best option.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Something that has always puzzled me. It doesn't matter what walk of life you come from ...... What nationality ....... What race ......... Or even size, age, shy, or not........  It never ceases to amaze me how vain we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I sat for a long time today watching one of the seniors at work,  struggle with how well she wrote her name. She sat talking with a social worker and myself, during a care conference, and was ask to sign her name when we were finished. This lady hesitated to sign, proclaiming her handwriting wasn't what it used to be. Wanting to preserve her dignity, we offered a piece of paper, at her request, to practice, of which she wrote her name several times, very slowly and carefully, before agreeing to sign the paper we offered her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's no different than watching yourself walk down the street and seeing your reflection in the store front glass, thinking to yourself that couldn't be you. You don't remember your profile being that out of shape. Or you hair style looking that as it does. Or your clothes looking that un-kept.....or the graying in your hair.....Or.....Or......Or............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I first started working with seniors, one of them told me she didn't look like herself. What she said that day stayed with me a long time. I must say, I didn't quite understand what she was talking about at that time. As I age, I understand what she was talking about to well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was in the ladies room today washing my hands for lunch and looked up into the mirror to see someone I recognize, but it sure didn't look like what I thought I would look like when I got to be this age. What I felt on the inside didn't quite match what I was seeing on the outside.  And no, I didn't just realize this. It sure helps me to be a lot more compassionate with our aging residents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Isn't is wonderful that we are all unique and different. And no matter how much we age, our individuality and kindness  can speak for themselves. The old saying that our grandparents used to tell us true after all. A nice young lady will be a nice old lady. And a beautiful young lady will be a beautiful old lady. Isn't it great that as we age, mellow, mature, what ever you want to call it,  we are able to develop relationships with people for more than face value. Maybe watching our own bodies change, we hope others will look at us with a more forgiving lens and give us the opportunity to show them what we are made of too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've worked with seniors for a very long time and have learned there are a lot of wonderful souls out there, who have taught me what kind of person I want to be when I grow  up. A little love, compassion and time go a long way no matter how old you are. What's that old saying, As we age we don't loose our beauty, it simply moves from our faces to our hearts.  That senior I was working with today sure showed her beauty, and she didn't even know she was doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't be too proud, to vain to show you true colors. And don't be too hard on yourself. God made us all is his glory. We are what and who he intended us to be. Living in his grace will be more that enough. Do all that you can and God will do the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless. Good Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-4578004944552870946?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/4578004944552870946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=4578004944552870946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4578004944552870946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4578004944552870946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/09/vanity-may-not-be-your-best-option.html' title='Vanity may not be your best option.......'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-4842038843526178714</id><published>2008-09-17T19:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:44:06.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After the storm.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;The incredible wind storm last Sunday. At first is was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; to what we where hearing about those poor people in Texas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/span&gt; and even Florida. Then we lost power. Not just a few people but the whole city. Lots of trees down, no traffic lights, stores closed, gas stations closed due to no gas and / or power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Usually you would hear a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; and complaining. Not a whimper! Everyone knew, however bad it seemed for us, it was MUCH worse for the people south of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;We worried about the trees in the backyard coming down with the strong winds, while in our warm, comfortable home, watching TV or using the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;They worried about leaving their homes and not knowing where they would go and when they would get to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;We worry about loosing power and how long it would be off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;They worried about loosing their homes and if they be livable when they returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;We were without power at work, I work in a nursing facility, for 4 days. Four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;twenty&lt;/span&gt; four hour days. We have 105 residents who live there and 149 staff member who work there. I spent the last 4 days watching people do what we should be doing everyday, working together, not complaining, doing what it takes to get the job done. All the while, my boss, the owner of the company, stayed all night and was right there in the middle of things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;We all know God does things for a reason. And while I have a hard time understanding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tragic&lt;/span&gt; things happening to those people in Texas and the whys. God doesn't always expect us to understand. God in his mercy handles things in his own way. Maybe it's God's way to make us all come together and help each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;I think God brought Ike's ugly head our direction to help us see just how luck and blessed we are, power or no power. Money is tight for everyone these days due to the high cost of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;econ any&lt;/span&gt;, gas and food but prayer doesn't cost anything. Reaching out to your family, friends and neighbors, again free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Do what you can for the people, here in your own city or in cities that continue to recover. god will bless you for your efforts. Maybe you don't have much. Maybe it doesn't take much. A smile. A meal. A helping hand. Do something for someone else. You won't believe how good it will make you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-4842038843526178714?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/4842038843526178714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=4842038843526178714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4842038843526178714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4842038843526178714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-week-after-storm.html' title='After the storm.......'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-4897004350300050651</id><published>2008-09-14T01:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:33:08.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts about each other.......</title><content type='html'>So, I've been tagged by Gigi, at In The Throne Room. This is a little lighthearted game to learn some tidbits about your fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged and to read your blog.So, I'm now sharing 8 random things about myself and then the FUN part (for me anyway!)...I get to tag 8 of YOU to continue this madness! Ready? Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I have a beautiful daughter and two really awesome grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I hate to cook, and I'm not a very good cook.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I'm a loner, but I love being with people too.&lt;br /&gt;4.) I always stay up too late because I don't require a lot of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I'm more shy than most people think.&lt;br /&gt;6.) I love to crochet and can make almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;7.) I have a cat name Charlie. ( I never thought I would like having a cat but I do)&lt;br /&gt;8.) My favorite foods are: Fish, homemade Mac &amp;amp; Cheese and Broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who to tag with this Meme........hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Andrea at Decipher the Fog&lt;br /&gt;2. Flight Song&lt;br /&gt;3. A Pink Carnation in Bloom&lt;br /&gt;4. A Flyover Blog&lt;br /&gt;5. Carolanne Outside The Box&lt;br /&gt;6. It's a Mom's World&lt;br /&gt;7. Why Tame My Mind?&lt;br /&gt;8. Vera's Crafty Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been tagged. Don't forget to read and follow the rules at the top of this blog. Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-4897004350300050651?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/4897004350300050651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=4897004350300050651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4897004350300050651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4897004350300050651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-facts-about-each-other.html' title='Fun Facts about each other.......'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-2082313927088116661</id><published>2008-09-11T22:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:28:06.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilsoninfo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 86px" height="73" alt="Free Clipart" src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc229/wil5037/us_byAlien_3.gif" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God Bless America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Come Home Safe Josh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Only one month to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We Love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-2082313927088116661?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2082313927088116661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=2082313927088116661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/2082313927088116661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/2082313927088116661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-bless-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-3133088301420491427</id><published>2008-09-09T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:03:52.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was going through some of the many books I have and came across a most interesting one; "Courage for the Chicken Hearted". It's a book of humorous and inspiring stories for confident living. Guide Post published it but it is written by Becky Freeman and a host of other writers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My friend Grova, who died several years ago, gave it to me. This book is so like her, full of knowledge, stories, scriptures, poems and even recipes.  I think they have only published one book but I sure wish they would publish another one. It's cute, uplifting and gives you food for thought. I want to say the Chicken Nuggets at the end of each chapter is my favorite part but  I like it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I found this great poem, (the only poem in the whole book that doesn't take a chicken's prospective.) I like it because it highlights the Simple things in life. I think we all take life way too seriously, too often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hope this poem lightens you day. It did wonders for mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Simple Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teddy bears and rocking chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;are some of my favorite things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cookie jars and shooting stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; and robin in the spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fields of flowers and April showers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;velvet grass beneath bare feet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gentle ran on windowpanes.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and ice cream sundae treats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Country folks and silly jokes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lazy summer afternoons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Porch swings and songs to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and roses in full bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Autumn leaves, a crisp cool breeze, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a golden harvest moon;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Afire place, a cozy fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a guitar with a simple tune, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Candlelight and winter nights, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;long letters from a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cinnamon smells and fairy tales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;old quilts to snuggle in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fireflies and apple pies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the laughter of a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Believing all things are possible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and that even angels smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Simple things are favorite things-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gifts from God above-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Priceless treasures money can't buy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;acquired through hearts of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-3133088301420491427?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/3133088301420491427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=3133088301420491427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/3133088301420491427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/3133088301420491427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-going-through-some-of-many-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-6017933423077332508</id><published>2008-09-06T02:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:17:54.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Who You Hang With........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just visited a new friend's blog. Gigi at The Throne Room. She wrote about the poem Reason, Season or a Life time. I love that poem. It's one of those poems you can read between the lines. And it stays with you more than the few minutes it takes you to read it. It makes you think about the people who inspire us....help us feel good about ourselves.....or who we can help or learn form. You find yourself going back and thinking about people who have come and gone in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was always told, we are who we hang with. If you hang with people who are not wise, you will not be wise. If you hang with people who challenge you, you will grow wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe the wisest of all is God and anyone who follows his teaching can never go wrong. I believe he brings people into our paths to teach us and help us grow in ways that are beyond our own understanding sometimes. My friend Grova ( who passed away in her sleep two years ago) was a Hugh example of that. Where she was strong, I was weak. And where I was strong, she was week. God in his wisdom always has a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing up with a challenging background, I was always told I didn't have worth or knowledge. I grew up believing everyone was wise and I was dumb. I'm old enough now to realize we are all wise and worthy in our own ways. We can all teach much to many, while at the same time learn plenty with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have worked with seniors for many, many years and I can tell you they are itching to enlighten you with their knowledge. And they have plenty! This one lady, who was 104, started her lesson of wisdom with, "I'm at the end of my path here on earth and if I don't share what I know, how can I pass on the old traditions and experiences.  Thus began my many years of listening and learning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you go in with an open mind, they can teach you plenty,  even when your not looking. I can tell you the dept of wisdom these people have, is deeper than any ocean. That 104 year old lady, Bertha, could quote EVERY bible verse, word for word. She never went to bed without reading a chapter or two, (even though she could quote it), and when she got too old to see the word, she would have someone read it to her. Often that person would be me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Befriend yourself with people you can help and teach while allowing yourself to learn and grow at the same time.  (I wrote this quote)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless and Good Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-6017933423077332508?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/6017933423077332508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=6017933423077332508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/6017933423077332508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/6017933423077332508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-are-who-you-hang-with.html' title='You Are Who You Hang With........'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-7698117264494541830</id><published>2008-09-01T16:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:15:12.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor day and the Hurricane</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Labor day. Hope you have the pleasure of being off today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And for those of you who had to work today, thank you. For caring for our seniors in nursing homes and our children so their parents could work. For making it possible for me to visit my local grocery store and for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;manning&lt;/span&gt; the phones so I could talk to my friends on the phone. And for being there at the gas stations and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;, so that we might have that quality family time, sometimes missing these days because we are all so busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just heard on the television that Olive Garden delivered free food to several of out local police departments. I think that awesome! However, I wish they would have sent that money to the people who had to evacuate from their homes for food but the gesture was a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As for my labor day, I had plenty planned and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt; little. I guess that was God's way of telling me to be kind to myself. However, my bedroom still isn't painted. The bushes outside still look like they could use some TLC. and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vaccum&lt;/span&gt; is still in the closet and hasn't shown it face, as of yet (That still might happen). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I did manage to bathe the cat. Old Charlie didn't know what hit him. I just know he wished I would have allowed that chore to go undone. He even got has nail clipped and a good brushing. He looks good and even smells good, and I haven't seen much of him all weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241248191230975426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxfEMq_1pQ8/SLynden7HcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MK3aRfvyL0E/s320/100_2443.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We (my daughter and I) went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Indianapolis&lt;/span&gt; yesterday to see my great nephew, who was born two weeks ago. He's really cute. Looks like his mommy. We went after the initial rush when everyone else was leaving and returning from the holiday weekend. We went on Saturday and returned on the same day. It's a little over 2 hours one way and we spent about 3 hours there. It was a beautiful day for a ride. I not only enjoyed the visit with my niece and great nephew, I enjoyed the quality time in the car with my daughter. With life so busy, getting away alone together is a rare blessing for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today, I haven't done much. Poked around in the computer, did a couple loads of laundry, Hit the grocery for stuff for lunches this week. It's nice having the day off and not having to worry about anything. I had hoped to come together for a picnic with the family but I guess I can count my blessing. I had a nice day yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Before I close, I want to take a few minutes to ask everyone to pray for those poor people in the south having to, yet again, go through a hurricane. AGAIN! It's really hard on the adult but it's awful on the children. If I didn't have a new job, and had all the money I needed, I would be first in line to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;volunteer&lt;/span&gt; to help those people and more. Don't forget, the Red Cross is asking for help. We can all do something. I plan to call Matthew 25 tomorrow and see what I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Watch over those people who again have to move from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; homes for safety. Help them to know you are traveling with them. Help them to find the things they need while avoiding the dangers of the weather. Help the people who can help, come forward and help. Watch over the service men and women and the police men and women who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; so hard to protect the people and their unattended homes and things left behind that they treasure. Help them find the kindness and love in all the christian people we know are out there. Keep them in your care. Help the damage not be too great when they return home. Bless them Lord. Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-7698117264494541830?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/7698117264494541830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=7698117264494541830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/7698117264494541830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/7698117264494541830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-and-hurricane.html' title='Labor day and the Hurricane'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxfEMq_1pQ8/SLynden7HcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MK3aRfvyL0E/s72-c/100_2443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-3962021253572686500</id><published>2008-08-27T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:10:22.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are coming togetrher.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The job is going well. It is a pleasure to have a job that allows me, on an everyday basis, to enhance the quality of another person's life. Now grant it, some days we are sometimes too busy to feel the impact on weather or not we made a difference, but today wasn't one of those days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had the pleasure of interviewing a resident for our newsletter today. (Our company puts one out monthly. I get the pleasure of writing it.) The only reason I bring this part into my blog is because I was so in awe at some of the answers she gave. Before telling you about the interview, I have to give you a bit of history on this person. Doctors have given her less that two months to live due to cancer. It has already been two months and two weeks, so according to her doctor, she is living on borrowed time, and she knows it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She has the greatest attitude. I learned she was born in Tennessee. Married when she was 20. Loved being a wife, cooking and cleaning and taking care of her home. Listening to her talk, I thought this sounded pretty ordinary until she started talking about her husband going off to the war. And about having to go to work to support her family. Now being the tiny little lady she is, when she talked about running a saw in a sawmill, cutting lumber, my ears perked up. Then she said after there was no more wood to cut, she went on to work operation a kick press (whatever that is) and working as a maid in the wealthy part of town. She said she wore the same uniforms you see in the movies - black dresses with crisp white collars and sleeves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She also talked about her and her husband making 50 pounds of candy every year at Christmas time to share with the neighbors. She talked about how hard money was to come by and how long she saved to get enough to make the candy. She said she couldn't let her neighbors down. They might not get anything sweet because they may not have any money either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Can you imagine what kind of world we would have if everyone had the same mind set now she did back then. There are a lot of really nice people out there who honestly want to help but there are a lot of me people out there too, only focusing on themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another good thing happened at work today. The new girl I hired started in my department today. She has about 8 years experience in working activities with the residents. I can tell you it was a pleasure watching her interact with the residents. You could see she knew the needs of the different resident almost before they voiced them. I think she will be a real asset to our facility and to the activity department. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Unfortunately it showed how bad one of the other girls is. I knew she needed coaching and teaching, however, she has not been open to learning and growing. The other team members have been complaining about her a lot. As you remember I wrote in another post , she was the one I had to write up on my first day alone on the job. She had a pretty ruff day today. I hope the new girl can help her come around, otherwise, her days are numbered. There's too many good people out there who need a job and are willing to do what is necessary for the residents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On to a happier note. Our student volunteering program is beginning to take shape. There are two high schools willing to offer our facility as a good place to earn their community service hours. I'm excited. I have worked with one of the schools before and know the experience will be a good one for both resident and student. The other school may take some work but I know will be well worth the efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm glad things are coming together in this job. I think it is a better fit than either of the last two jobs I have had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hope everyone is having a great week. God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quote of the day:The best things in life aren't things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-3962021253572686500?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/3962021253572686500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=3962021253572686500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/3962021253572686500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/3962021253572686500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-are-coming-togetrher.html' title='Things are coming togetrher.......'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-7553821133490480665</id><published>2008-08-17T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:03:09.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We should never be too busy for family time......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We all live is such a busy world. We let the days, weeks and months slip through our fingers. Then we sit back and wonder where the time went. How the kids could possible be that big.  How your child could possible have a child old enough to be entering junior high in a few days. Man, I feel old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today I spent a lovely day with my daughter and family. All I can say is, I am so blessed. She is such a great mom! And let's not forget how good the dad is too! Not that we need to be reminded, or maybe we do need reminders. Don't forget to stop and smell the roses. Spend that quality time with the family. Do what you can to be happy and do whatever you can to ensure their happiness too. We may not get tomorrow. And none of us are getting any younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today we went to a Cincinnati Reds baseball game. They had been on a loosing streak but today they won 7-3 today! I just know it was because they knew there was a Mercy Me concert scheduled immediately after the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The game was really good, the seat were almost on the field. We got signatures of several players and even high fives for the Reds mascot. The concert was Great! We were able to keep the seat from the game.  There were maybe 10,000 people who attended the concert. It was the greatest feeling listening to that many people sing Amazing Grace, and we sang it twice! Awesome! They gave us opportunities to sing a couple other songs too. It only lasted about an hour, but it was a powerful hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The lead singer talked about dealing with problems and how God intended for us to have them. He talked about the book of Job and how problems are a part of life. And how God sacrificed too. He gave his own perfect son. It was deep in there for a while, but I came away refreshed and renewed. You can't help but count your blessing, problems and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Take care of yourselves. Be good to yourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise man grows it under their feet.                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;James Oppenheim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-7553821133490480665?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/7553821133490480665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=7553821133490480665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/7553821133490480665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/7553821133490480665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-should-never-be-too-busy-for-family.html' title='We should never be too busy for family time......'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-8805723310212219971</id><published>2008-08-10T23:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:39:23.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In coming into my blog, I resisted the temptation of going into some of my favorite blogs. Every time I do I end up spending several hours getting lost in reading about everyone else lives and decide to blog on my life another time. Pretty soon you realize three weeks or a month has gone by.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The summer is quickly getting away from me. It's hard to believe we're moving into the second week of August already. Wasn't today just a beautiful day! God is so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vacation in Put in Bay was great with the family. There is nothing like good quality time with the family. The weather could have been better, but at least it wasn't a wash out. I think everyone got to do all that they wanted to. My favorite parts were riding up and back with the grandchildren in the back seat chattering and singing songs like "BINGO" at the top of "our" lungs..........or maybe it was carrying our tent, assembled, to another camp site, as the camp ground was ( ) full.........or maybe it was reading the Gazette (that's the local news paper) and finding out more about locals and the old houses...........or the early morning sneak away with my granddaughter and going downtown......or when my grandson caught his first fish (before dad or grandpa). Do you get the idea it was a good time for all.......I hope we can do it again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The new job is going great! I've been there just over a month. I have learned much and know I still have much to learn. I have a awesome activity staff. This fall should bring some challenges with several staff members going back to college but hiring new staff isn't anything new to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This job is a lot different than the last one. The meetings and paperwork are still there but I can make the resident my main focus, the other stuff secondary, which is the way it should be. My first shin-dig last Thursday went well. I hired and entertainer and had not yet heard her and was a bit worried but I soon realize I had nothing to worry about She was good! I like it when things work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vacation bible school was a big hit with the neighboring children. I think we neared 70 this year. I 'm glad VBS is a mission our church can offer. Kids today need all the help we can give them. I didn't sign up for a class this year because I wasn't sure of the employment situation. As it turned out, Andrea (my daughter) needed a pinch hitter for the toddler group so she could take care of some needed business.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to share one more thing........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As a blogger you didn't know your were famous and an author did you? I read a nice article in the August RedbooK magazine about blogging. Good Stuff! On the cover, it said "Spill your Secrets".  I just knew the article was going to be about blogging. It's a really good article. I liked how it said  "finding the right blogging community is like finding the right pair of jeans". I guess that's true, we click better with some than others and we all have different interests. I learned  blogger.com isn't the only blogging place (which I already knew wouldn't be but I didn't know the names of any). There is livejournal.com and wordpress.com. If you don't want to have a blog page and just want to put your two cents worth in,  there is  "divinecaroline.com" or "tokoni.com". Go check it out, I think you will all get something out of it. Let me know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green                    vegetables smelled as good as bacon.         &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doug Larson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God Bless. Good&lt;/span&gt; Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-8805723310212219971?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/8805723310212219971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=8805723310212219971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/8805723310212219971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/8805723310212219971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-7432769569349670507</id><published>2008-07-08T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:27:19.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work that brain!.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well my second day on the job is gone and things are going well. It sure is a lot to take in at one time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The person I am replacing is still on the job and has been doing her best to remember everything that she can think of to make my transition go as smoothly as possible. This should make my job easier after she is gone. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; that! The last job, I went into, I went in blind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankfully, most of what she is sharing, I have already done before. I just need to brush up on it because I haven't done most of the paper work required in over seven years. Hopefully it will be like riding a bike, a little practice and I'll be off and running. In the mean time, prayers are appreciated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It didn't take long to realize the job consist of 20 percent staff and resident interaction and 80 percent paper work. The state has to have their part. I'm okay with the paperwork. My only hope is that I can keep up while in the relearning process.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learning the new computer systems, residents, staff names, new policies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;procedures&lt;/span&gt; and the like.............Aren't new jobs fun? Maybe I'm getting too old for all this job jumping thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is nice to be back to work and I know this for sure.........If God takes me to it, He will see me through it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a good night. God Bless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-7432769569349670507?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/7432769569349670507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=7432769569349670507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/7432769569349670507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/7432769569349670507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-my-second-day-on-job-is-gone-and.html' title='Work that brain!.........'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-7699069055780970270</id><published>2008-07-03T22:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:17:52.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to my new journey.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I came to my blog over two hours ago.  I almost always start by spending time visiting and reading some of the great blogger so I can catch up on what everyone is doing. Andrea's daughter (my granddaughter)  is getting braces. Judith is writing a book. Kim been on vacation and making crocheted food for her niece. And  Stephanie, has a new baby! And there is plenty more to read but it will have to wait for another night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have some great news. I'm not unemployed anymore. Yippee!! I knew God had a plan. Besides, seven weeks is long enough to be unemployed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I got the final conformation call today about my new job as an Activity Director in a Care Center. A job that is more in line with my experience. I start on Monday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The company is young, only two years old. They own several other communities  in our city that have been around for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There are about 100 residents, with a potential for 20 more. There are 6 activity staff not including myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm looking forward to beginning my new journey. How quickly I have forgotten how much I like working. The days can get long. Besides, I like having a job that enhances and aides in healing individuals loves. I  appreciate being need by others. Being an Activity Director is often referred to by other staff as the "Fun Job". And most of the time, they are right! I say most of the time because there is a lot of paper work involved in a job like this, but believe it or not, I like that part too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Most of us lead far more meaningful lives than we know. Often finding meaning is not about doing thing differently; it is about seeing familiar things in new ways. When we find new eyes, the unsuspected blessings of work we have done for many years may take us completely by surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;           Q&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uote comes from the book, "My Grandfather's Blessings" by Rachel Naomi Remen, MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-7699069055780970270?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/7699069055780970270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=7699069055780970270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/7699069055780970270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/7699069055780970270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-forward-to-my-new-journey.html' title='Looking forward to my new journey.........'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-8761245082497460139</id><published>2008-06-24T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:35:20.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A coincidence or a small miracle........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I went for a second interview with a retirement community that is only two years old. They own several in our city, but this one is new. The Administrator is young enough to be one own son, ( those are his words, when he found out how old my daughter was). Funny thing, I interviewed with him two years ago, almost to the day. He was willing to hire me then but the company wouldn't be ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opening&lt;/span&gt; for 10 weeks and I couldn't wait that long. Having this same job available at the same time I am once again looking, I think it is a sign from God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first interview went well. Having interviewed with him before, there were no butterflies or anything like that. I was relaxed and it made the interview go quickly and smoothly. As it happens, the ad had just been running one day when I sent my resume in. After the interview he said he had several interviews scheduled and would get back to me 4 days later. Early on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day he called and scheduled me in the very next working day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With being called in for the second interview, I knew the job was mine if I wanted it. We toured the facility, again. Not knowing I was being tested as we moved through the four units. He ask me to observe and provide feedback when we got back to the office. As we toured, he excused himself several times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;various&lt;/span&gt; reasons, staying gone as much a five minutes each. While he was away, I joined in the activity on two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we returned to his office he said I pasted his test. I told him I didn't know I was being tested. He ask if I knew what the test was. Of course I knew but I didn't tell him I knew. The test he was referring to was becoming involved with the resident and not staying on the side line while waiting for him to return to the room he left me in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he offered me the job, I didn't take it right away. I told him I had another second interview scheduled the following day (which wasn't the complete truth, I had a first interview scheduled).  After finding out the interview was scheduled at 2:00, he ask me to call him at 3:30, after the interview. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ended up not going on the interview and just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;waited&lt;/span&gt; until 3:30 to return his call. I accepted the job. I go for orientation in seven hours. ( I better get my bones in bed). I start on July 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;, I guess I can say, I am not unemployed anymore. I have a week and a half to get my ducks in a row then it's back to work. I can't wait!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote for the day&lt;/strong&gt;: A coincidence is a small miracle where God prefers to remain anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-8761245082497460139?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/8761245082497460139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=8761245082497460139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/8761245082497460139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/8761245082497460139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/06/coincidence-or-small-miracle.html' title='A coincidence or a small miracle........'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-4689405441874191534</id><published>2008-06-21T00:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:59:47.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue me.....or not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone better rescue me soon. I have been working myself to death around here. I was up at 6:30 this morning. I did my regular stuff but I didn't stop there. I cleaned the pantry, sorted out a closet in my bedroom that had way too much junk in it, compiled a nice big of clothes for the goodwill and did several loads of laundry and mopped and waxed the kitchen floor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I installed a new sink in the bathroom. Well, truth be told, Tim down the block and I installed it. I found that the pipe was leaking and the sink was long overdue in replacing. One thing I did realize in putting the sink in, there is a job for everyone and plumbing isn't it for me, no matter how much I need a job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow if the weather holds and it's not too hot, I have a lot of bushes and grass outside that need some grooming. I used to frown on the old couple that lived next door. They were retired and kept the yard so beautiful and well groomed. Heck, he sometimes mowed the yard twice a week. I sure wish they were back over there. The new young couple that have lived there for the past three years make the little work I do in my yard look good, and trust me, I could do so much more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I continue to be unemployed and the interviewing process continues, and life is good. I got a call today. I thought it was a call to come again for a second interview. What it was, was a call for a job reference for my friend, who is also looking for a job. We talked several minutes, the lady shooting multiple questions what kind of person she was&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;habits&lt;/span&gt; of my friend. Who would ever give someone a bad reference when you know it may change the outcome of weather or not that person got or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get the job? They would have to be really bad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I thought the conversation / reference call was about finish, this lady then told me she had been told I was out of a job too and that she had several more openings and to submit a resume if I was interested. It would be working with children rather than seniors and it's not really what I was looking for but sounds interesting and worth at least an interview.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got two more calls about employment. One to schedule a first interview, one to come back for a second interview. The one that is a second interview if working only with health care residents. Assisted living and Independent residents are my favorite but the need is greater for good activity people working with the more frail resident. I almost got a job with this company a couple years ago but couldn't wait 10 weeks to start. Him calling me back, he must see something in me that he likes. I have the weekend to think about it. I have several offers in the wings but he is the first to call for a second interview. I just want to make sure not to jump to quickly just because I need a job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote for the day&lt;/strong&gt;: You can accomplish more in one hour with God than one lifetime without him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-4689405441874191534?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/4689405441874191534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=4689405441874191534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4689405441874191534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/4689405441874191534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/06/rescue-meor-not.html' title='Rescue me.....or not!'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-563598781808921992</id><published>2008-06-15T01:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:14:17.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's important and what's not.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Interesting how important paper work is when your up to your eyeball in it. I just spent several hours sorting through papers that used to be a big part the job I had.  I used to bring home several hours of paper work each night, and. now it lays in a heap on the floor, ready for the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I quit my job 4 weeks ago, I brought home my work bag and the few items from my office. Before today I haven’t touched that bag. Funny thing is, that paperwork was of such an urgency to be completed, then you let the job go and are immediately freed from it. Does that mean the job was of no value? No I don’t think so. I believe the company thought it was asking for what they thought was of the best service for their residents. The only problems with that is that the management teams are often so far removed from the true aspects of the job that they don’t really know what is needed. We often get so wrapped up in paper work, we don’t get enough quality time with the residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would feel lost and worthless when I left my job, and maybe that was true for the first couple days, not any more. I thought about the residents and miss them at times but that is only because I cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first week, after posting about 10-1 2 resumes, I went on vacation to see my friend Pam in South Carolina. If anyone could build me up, she could. I spent five days with her and her husband. Both knowing my situation and knowing I would talk about it if I wanted to neither mentioned it, not once. She has a true way of making you feel the worth and value of just being yourself. She kept me busy enough to stay engaged and gave me enough space and alone time to work out what my next plan of action would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of being out of work isn’t what you think it should be, the money, it’s the waiting until things start happening. I haven’t been as anxious as I thought I would be. Then again, it has only been four weeks. I have had some positive leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I began the interviewing process this week. I had three. Each followed by lunch out with an old friend, (one of which I had not seen in five years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your supposed to be nervous when you interview, but I wasn’t. I could tell by the first interview that this was going to be one of many. The job sounded great. It wasn’t enough hours, (can you imagine I’m saying that), and it wasn’t enough money, Tt was also a lot farther from home that I want to travel every day. The AD read full time but by the time I got there they had hired someone from within and it was down to part time. Having lunch with a friend afterwords, it was nice to have someone to talk to about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was better. She turned out to be an old coworker. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go there, but it turned out really good. The third one sounded interesting, but not what I wanted at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a business meeting on Thursday for activity professionals  and got several new leads to move on next week. As long as the leads keep coming I will remain positive and upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to not like change. I think the older I get the more I think like it. Or maybe it’s just that I needed a change so bad, I welcome it. The thought of getting back into working hands on, enriching the quality of lives for residents with activities sounds very satisfying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God has a plan. I pray daily that he will guide me in my search and help me find that job that will both enrich me in my delivery of service, while enhancing the quality of lives of the seniors I serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to going to my grandson’s T-ball game today but with the rainy weather it was cancelled. Instead I spent a quite day at home cleaning house and moving furniture around. We (my grandson and I) spent the evening together, as Saturday is date night for his parents. We played cars and watched the Cincinnati Reds Baseball game, then went out in the yard and played base ball. He is soooooo cute. He can hit that ball better at 5 than I could ever hit it.. Wonder why they have to grow up so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote for the day&lt;/strong&gt; is from a new book I found – “Sunsets with God”&lt;br /&gt;Remember the things He has promised and that regardless of your performance today, as you give your whole heart to Him, He makes up the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-563598781808921992?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/563598781808921992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=563598781808921992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/563598781808921992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/563598781808921992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-important-and-whats-not.html' title='What&apos;s important and what&apos;s not.......'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36569578.post-2038740250726147045</id><published>2008-06-02T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:31:52.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your can cnly use one word in you answers. Thanks Stephanie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.Where is your mobile phone? Handy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.Your significant other? no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.Your hair? short&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.Your mother? uninvolved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.Your father? Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.Your favorite thing? Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.Your dream last night? different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.Your favorite drink? Pepsi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.Your dream/goal? contentment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.The room you’re in? Den&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.Your ex? nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12.Your fear? Pennyless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13.Where do you want to be in 6 years? Florida?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14.Where were you last night? Target&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15.What you’re not? emlpoyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16.Muffins? Blueberry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17.One of your wish list items? computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18.Where you grew up? Cincinnati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19.The last thing you did? dishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20.What are you wearing? glasses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21.Your TV? big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;22.Your pets? devoted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;23.Your computer? old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24.Your life? calm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;25.Your mood? content&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;26.Missing someone? John&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;27.Your car? Matrex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;28.Something you’re not wearing? earrings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29.Favorite Store? Michael's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30.Your summer? exciting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;31.Like someone? Lots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;32.Your favorite color? Orange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;33.When is the last time you laughed? yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;34.Last time you cried? last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36569578-2038740250726147045?l=imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2038740250726147045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36569578&amp;postID=2038740250726147045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/2038740250726147045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36569578/posts/default/2038740250726147045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imthankfulforthethorns.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-word.html' title='One Word'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237258100071889535</uri><email>drbme@fuse.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17965732895987421535'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>