<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:16:38.139-06:00</updated><category term='green'/><category term='time savings'/><category term='Terri'/><category term='breakdance'/><category term='G'/><category term='Colin'/><category term='Heros / Sheros'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='travel/vacation'/><category term='cooking/recipe'/><category term='Craft/scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>tmscrap</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a married work outside the home mom that loves to do crafts.  I'm also a small business owner.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>306</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-8175331248789022264</id><published>2012-02-07T09:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:14:20.990-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel/vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft/scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>layouts from Halloween 2010 done Aug 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e64MqUsl3oY/TzE_OnvdO1I/AAAAAAAAIVc/b0zihCWcFrg/s1600/IMG_1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706411723273878354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e64MqUsl3oY/TzE_OnvdO1I/AAAAAAAAIVc/b0zihCWcFrg/s200/IMG_1825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVRUC4Uwr6I/TzE_OO_sQgI/AAAAAAAAIVQ/L47kkYLDbd0/s1600/IMG_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706411716631085570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVRUC4Uwr6I/TzE_OO_sQgI/AAAAAAAAIVQ/L47kkYLDbd0/s200/IMG_1824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween in Hilton Head 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-8175331248789022264?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8175331248789022264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=8175331248789022264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8175331248789022264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8175331248789022264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2012/02/layouts-from-halloween-2010-done-aug.html' title='layouts from Halloween 2010 done Aug 2011'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e64MqUsl3oY/TzE_OnvdO1I/AAAAAAAAIVc/b0zihCWcFrg/s72-c/IMG_1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3391301979815198542</id><published>2012-01-10T07:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:45:23.713-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>G update</title><content type='html'>G's cancer is still in remission. Hallelujah! His peripheral neuropathy is worst; he can barely walk. He was fitted for a wheelchair &amp;amp; should be getting it soon. &lt;br /&gt;It took a while for him to call the wheelchair people. I thought he should have done it. There are so many zoo trip, field trips, Disney &amp;amp; other items that he has missed because he couldn't do all of the walking. &lt;br /&gt;I'm happy he made the decision; it will improve our quality of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3391301979815198542?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3391301979815198542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3391301979815198542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3391301979815198542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3391301979815198542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2012/01/g-update.html' title='G update'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-816778553955183690</id><published>2011-12-13T16:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T17:00:15.105-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Colin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUmv1buTnjk/TufY1iwjVNI/AAAAAAAAIVE/Idl18H5Jztc/s1600/Colin%2Bsmall%2BIMG_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685751468953654482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUmv1buTnjk/TufY1iwjVNI/AAAAAAAAIVE/Idl18H5Jztc/s200/Colin%2Bsmall%2BIMG_2686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no idea how having a child would change my life. I feel so blessed to be your mom. Many mornings I watch Colin sleeping; I think to myself what did I do to deserve such a wonderful gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decide to forgo spending 300.00 on a birthday party. He invited 2 of his friend to go to Dave &amp;amp; Busters. Neither friend was able to make it so it was just me &amp;amp; Colin. G was feeling bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful for such a happy child. He has blessed my life in ways I could not have imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-816778553955183690?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/816778553955183690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=816778553955183690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/816778553955183690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/816778553955183690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-colin.html' title='Happy Birthday Colin!'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUmv1buTnjk/TufY1iwjVNI/AAAAAAAAIVE/Idl18H5Jztc/s72-c/Colin%2Bsmall%2BIMG_2686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6281367459874886682</id><published>2011-08-25T18:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T18:45:58.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakdance'/><title type='text'>My favorite breakdancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XTAyDlpTo/TlbefjX3-MI/AAAAAAAAISs/bs_a4HsB6xY/s1600/Colin%2Bdancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644943816608184514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XTAyDlpTo/TlbefjX3-MI/AAAAAAAAISs/bs_a4HsB6xY/s200/Colin%2Bdancing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tB7-9OBxuTg/TlbeYF3m5zI/AAAAAAAAISk/uSkZds3xhg4/s1600/Colin%2Bbreakdancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644943688429135666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tB7-9OBxuTg/TlbeYF3m5zI/AAAAAAAAISk/uSkZds3xhg4/s200/Colin%2Bbreakdancing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colin has loved break dancing for years. He's had a great teacher &amp;amp; the teacher just opened a Dance Studio with his wife. We were hesitant in enrolling him because the cost of a private studio vs the park system was significant. I felt it was worth it so we are tightening the belt a little more. Hubby &amp;amp; I didn't think it was possible but I wanted him to be taught by Adam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the studio last night. Colin had no idea he had the same teacher; on the way to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;practice he asked who was teaching the class. When I answered Adam, he said sweet. He had the biggest smile on his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to class I told him Colin may be rusty because he hadn't danced all summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the class I asked was he really rusty. Adam said I have been waiting for this day; he said he is maturing &amp;amp; he really listens. He said if he keeps listening to me; going at the rate he is, he will be one of my best students I've ever had. (Please ignore the bad grammar in my typing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so proud. I can tell he's maturing too. We don't have the same battles with homework. He more easy going. He's always been a very happy child. I hope the year just keeps getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6281367459874886682?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6281367459874886682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6281367459874886682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6281367459874886682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6281367459874886682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-favorite-breakdancer.html' title='My favorite breakdancer'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XTAyDlpTo/TlbefjX3-MI/AAAAAAAAISs/bs_a4HsB6xY/s72-c/Colin%2Bdancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-8443685438099755826</id><published>2011-08-18T16:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T16:23:26.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel/vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft/scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Retreat results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuA6oQQUwsc/Tk2Ct2fr4gI/AAAAAAAAIR8/XcWvyYZhF-I/s1600/FRIGHT%2BLO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642309632399237634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuA6oQQUwsc/Tk2Ct2fr4gI/AAAAAAAAIR8/XcWvyYZhF-I/s200/FRIGHT%2BLO.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVdlfrl7lak/Tk2CjxlHEfI/AAAAAAAAIR0/EGK6iLl1BeA/s1600/SKELETON%2BTREE%2BHALLOWEEN%2BLO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642309459281121778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVdlfrl7lak/Tk2CjxlHEfI/AAAAAAAAIR0/EGK6iLl1BeA/s200/SKELETON%2BTREE%2BHALLOWEEN%2BLO.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited to go the the MN retreat this year. I look forward to my little get away from normal life &amp;amp; scrapping with good friends. I always have a wonderful time. This year was no exception. Thanks so much to my awesome friends Betsy &amp;amp; Shell. They share lots of items with me so I don't have to pack so much. Also because they are just super generously awesome women.&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of scrapping &amp;amp; Layouts. I scrapped about Halloween 2010 in Hilton Head Island, SC.&lt;br /&gt;This LO with the bones in the tree took some time but Colin loved it; so very worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to just have fun with some of the layouts. This was one of the fun ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-8443685438099755826?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8443685438099755826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=8443685438099755826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8443685438099755826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8443685438099755826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2011/08/retreat-results.html' title='Retreat results'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuA6oQQUwsc/Tk2Ct2fr4gI/AAAAAAAAIR8/XcWvyYZhF-I/s72-c/FRIGHT%2BLO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4621990063050181933</id><published>2011-07-31T18:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:11:28.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking/recipe'/><title type='text'>Colin loves the coconut ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIuauhgwJMY/TjXg9El2BlI/AAAAAAAAIOo/Ze7IDNs6wfc/s1600/Colin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635657848533157458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIuauhgwJMY/TjXg9El2BlI/AAAAAAAAIOo/Ze7IDNs6wfc/s200/Colin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a photo of Colin eating the coconut ice cream. I got the awesome instructions &amp;amp; recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.noveleatw.com/"&gt;http://www.noveleatw.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4621990063050181933?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4621990063050181933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4621990063050181933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4621990063050181933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4621990063050181933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2011/07/colin-loves-coconut-ice-cream.html' title='Colin loves the coconut ice cream'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIuauhgwJMY/TjXg9El2BlI/AAAAAAAAIOo/Ze7IDNs6wfc/s72-c/Colin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-2102904453233050809</id><published>2011-07-16T09:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T10:46:03.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking/recipe'/><title type='text'>Coconut Milk Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAW1ho9ZIpI/TiGqe3aj7LI/AAAAAAAAIOg/NXKIVdwg3kU/s1600/IMG_1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629968456437984434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAW1ho9ZIpI/TiGqe3aj7LI/AAAAAAAAIOg/NXKIVdwg3kU/s200/IMG_1794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spuoLsdOuXk/TiGqekk4KmI/AAAAAAAAIOY/QBQ4s82ho0o/s1600/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629968451380980322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spuoLsdOuXk/TiGqekk4KmI/AAAAAAAAIOY/QBQ4s82ho0o/s200/IMG_1789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colin &amp;amp; I made coconut milk ice cream last night.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't had ice cream in 2 yrs. He's allergic to dairy, soy, nuts &amp;amp; other. I used to buy Rice Dream ice cream until I discovered it contained soy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin has tolerate coconut oil pretty well. So far he's seemed to tolerate the coconut milk.&lt;br /&gt;I made the ice cream with my kitchen aid ice cream attachment; I bought it for Colin for&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2009. It was so easy. I want to add coco powder &amp;amp; Enjoy life chocolate chips next&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;I put a little chocolate syrup &amp;amp; Enjoy Life chocolate chips on top of his ice cream scoops for garnish. He was one happy little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the recipe from a blog called noveleats.com/desserts/coconut-ice-cream/&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt;, very easy, very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-2102904453233050809?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2102904453233050809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=2102904453233050809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2102904453233050809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2102904453233050809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2011/07/coconut-milk-ice-cream.html' title='Coconut Milk Ice Cream'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAW1ho9ZIpI/TiGqe3aj7LI/AAAAAAAAIOg/NXKIVdwg3kU/s72-c/IMG_1794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3908105746334557887</id><published>2011-06-04T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:07:11.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft/scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><title type='text'>things Colin says</title><content type='html'>Last night we were talking &amp;amp; he told me not to use reverse psychology. I asked if he knew what it meant. He said yes &amp;amp; explained it to me perfectly. I said I wish you would have done that well on you spelling word definitions this past school year. He said mom ... I think I embarrassed him. &lt;br /&gt;During the school year he would do well on learning how to spell the words but he could not always write out the definitions to the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he hands me a Gatorade 2 label to put in his scrapbook. He said it had Black History on it. There are 2 photos of Serena Williams on the label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating if I'm going to the Gem Faire. I call it Bead Fair last year I went with my Sister S &amp;amp; it was fun. Of course I have used a single bead I bought last year yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year S is unavailable &amp;amp; I'm not sure I want to go by myself. I don't mind shopping alone, she is more aware of a good deal on beads &amp;amp; gems. She makes jewelry all the time. I'm not as experienced.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go; even if I just look, it's great exercise. It's a ton of walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3908105746334557887?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3908105746334557887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3908105746334557887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3908105746334557887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3908105746334557887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-colin-says.html' title='things Colin says'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-758869471659295028</id><published>2011-05-17T18:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:24:32.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><title type='text'>I love Oprah</title><content type='html'>I'm so sad that it's just a few shows left. To meet or attend the Oprah show was on my bucket list. :( It does encourage me to get busy on that bucket list. I'm not getting any younger. :)&lt;br /&gt;I still have the dream left that I can one day meet her or be interviewed by her. She always says to dream big. Oh, I have very big dreams &amp;amp; I believe in miracles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show could ease up with the counting down numbers. Also do they have to play So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good night song from the Sound of Music children. Yesterday they showed the clips of the Mary Tyler Moore show last min., Mash last min, The Cosby Show &amp;amp; ...&lt;br /&gt;They are making me too sad. &lt;br /&gt;I'll have an extra 40 min a day that I now watch the Oprah show. I usually DVR it &amp;amp; fast forward through the commercials. I guess now I can do something productive around my home or scrapbook. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder the guest of the final show. One comedian joked Jesus &amp;amp; John Travolta will fly the plane. I think it's cool Mr. President Obama asked to be on one of the last shows. If you want to see it it's Oprah's Farewell Countdown: Video 18. I'm watching them all in a row. Now I'm watching Video 19 Royal Wedding. Uh didn't really watch this show. I was so over the whole Royal Wedding the day the show aired. I think the media just milked that cow too much. Ok bored myself enough. Back to the videos. My husband calls Oprah my Shero. LOL Isn't the word really heroine (female hero). I'm already watching the OWN network &amp;amp; can't wait to see Oprah fly in her next endeavor. Love you Oprah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-758869471659295028?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/758869471659295028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=758869471659295028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/758869471659295028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/758869471659295028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-oprah.html' title='I love Oprah'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6603674337821710196</id><published>2011-02-03T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:50:08.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><title type='text'>3rd Snow day</title><content type='html'>We are snowed in for the 3rd day.  Day 1 was fun, Day 2 kind of cool.  Day 3 -Get me out of this house.  There is snow up to our windows.  If I got out the drive way I don't think I would make it very far on this street. My boss texted me to ask the closest main streets.  I texted him back &amp;amp; didn't hear back from him.  Honestly they is no way I could get to the closest main streets unless I had a ski outfit &amp;amp; skis.  It's too freaking cold to walk beside the fact I would need some of those deep sea fishing boots.&lt;br /&gt;Colin school sent plenty of homework they knew school would be out the rest of the week.  He has played on his games, computer games &amp;amp; watched TV.   We are all ready to get out of the house.  It's too cold to build a snowman.&lt;br /&gt;Colin just asked me what type of games did I play on the computer when I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;LOL  I was out of college before I owned my first computer &amp;amp; it was thousands of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;G is still sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6603674337821710196?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6603674337821710196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6603674337821710196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6603674337821710196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6603674337821710196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2011/02/3rd-snow-day.html' title='3rd Snow day'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4660547112361187123</id><published>2010-12-31T19:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:46:03.100-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!  Colin made his Christmas list to mail to Santa Dec 26 2010.  He put every thing he didn't get for Christmas this year on the list for next year.   This year we were blessed with good friends &amp;amp; family.  G still is having issues with his health.  We hope &amp;amp; pray for a miracle daily.   We had really warm weather yesterday.  I packed away all of the outside Christmas decorations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4660547112361187123?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4660547112361187123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4660547112361187123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4660547112361187123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4660547112361187123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4922598460460585054</id><published>2010-08-22T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:32:47.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I spent all day Friday at the CK Convention.  I had a great time.  Saturday G, Colin &amp;amp; I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BBall&lt;/span&gt; game.  We had a great time.  It was a lot of walking for G. &lt;br /&gt;I've been on a cleaning spree.  I've cleaned baseboards, ceiling fans, mopped, &amp;amp; etc.   I love when my house is super clean.  I just hate doing the work. :)&lt;br /&gt;This morning Colin woke up sick.  I hope he's better soon.  I'd hate for him to miss school the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; week.  We will do what's best for him &amp;amp; the children at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4922598460460585054?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4922598460460585054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4922598460460585054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4922598460460585054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4922598460460585054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-597467046828755145</id><published>2010-08-11T08:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:33:34.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>School starts for little man Monday.   I will be running around getting a few school supplies, this weekend.  I wonder why I never get the list at the end of the previous year.  I'll be out fighting the crowd. UGH!  Colin is excited about going to the 3rd grade.  I hope he has a good year.&lt;br /&gt;I took the legs off my chaise lounge in my craft room.  I designed &amp;amp; made a box for the lounge to sit on.  The box is open on one side.  I put all of Colin's school supplies in the lounge box.  He goes through enough crayons &amp;amp; pencils for 4 children.  Those are a few things I had that I didn't have to buy this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-597467046828755145?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/597467046828755145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=597467046828755145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/597467046828755145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/597467046828755145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-39232456507703203</id><published>2010-06-30T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:12:12.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>G just came from the cancer Dr.  He is still cancer free (Hallelujah).  He now will have to visit this Dr every 6 months instead of every 3 months. This is really good news.  I just wish the other Drs&lt;br /&gt;could do something about the nueropathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin has been in dance camp.  Thursday is their final day.  They put on a performance Thursday night 7pm.  Maybe I will actually get some video or photos uploaded. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-39232456507703203?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/39232456507703203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=39232456507703203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/39232456507703203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/39232456507703203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3993110258531042737</id><published>2010-04-28T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:12:07.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiring quotes</title><content type='html'>I love encouraging quotes.   Here is one I read today that I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up."  ~ Thomas Edison  (1847-1931)     American inventor, scientist and businessman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3993110258531042737?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3993110258531042737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3993110258531042737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3993110258531042737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3993110258531042737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/04/inspiring-quotes.html' title='inspiring quotes'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-1907174160215790451</id><published>2010-04-09T04:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T04:20:54.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><title type='text'>Heart goes out</title><content type='html'>My heart goes out to my co-workers that lost their jobs today.  Too many good hard-working people gone &amp;amp; they did nothing wrong.  Our company profits have been down &amp;amp; they've been making cuts for the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;I personally haven't had a raise or increase for 2 yrs.  Today I'm grateful I still have a job.  Honestly every day I'm grateful I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;  One guy that is gone sat 2 desk away from me.  I'm having trouble sleeping because I think of him &amp;amp; others I know.  I know they have small children or which guys wife is still in school.  I know it's going to be really tough for some people.  I also understand that companies are in the business to make profits.  If the profits keep declining decisions will be made that will affect some people negatively.   I was in management for 10 yrs so I know it was hard for the people that had to make the decision or give the bad news.  That is the part of management that I did not like.  I'm sure know one likes it.  My heart goes out to us all.  It affects us all.  Our company is a large employer in our town.  This week 2 other company announced job cuts.  It's tough times. &lt;br /&gt;I know we will make it but it is still hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-1907174160215790451?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1907174160215790451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=1907174160215790451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1907174160215790451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1907174160215790451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/04/heart-goes-out.html' title='Heart goes out'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-5496137255684332839</id><published>2010-03-17T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:19:09.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>On his head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/S6FHJqzPMaI/AAAAAAAAGvY/qkvC2ddht5o/s1600-h/Colin+on+head.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449715255528599970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/S6FHJqzPMaI/AAAAAAAAGvY/qkvC2ddht5o/s200/Colin+on+head.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to the mom that took this photo. This photo is of my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;little precious doing what he loves, breakdancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-5496137255684332839?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5496137255684332839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=5496137255684332839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5496137255684332839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5496137255684332839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-his-head.html' title='On his head'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/S6FHJqzPMaI/AAAAAAAAGvY/qkvC2ddht5o/s72-c/Colin+on+head.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6005741754535809679</id><published>2010-03-16T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:17:49.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>In my heart forever</title><content type='html'>Colin amazes me almost daily. He is an incredible dance. He's great in math but not so great in reading. He knew his letter sounds at 3 year old &amp;amp; vowel sounds at 4. He was reading small words at 4 so I don't understand why he struggles with reading. Well, yes I do. He doesn't take the time to sound out the word; he will guess. I've been working with him because his self esteem in reading is low. I encourage him &amp;amp; tell him he needs to practice.&lt;br /&gt;I tell him he doesn't do just the easy moves in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;breakdance&lt;/span&gt; he needs to have the same approach with reading. He improved his dancing, yes he has a ton of natural ability but he works at it to get better. He doesn't want to work at his reading. I was encouraging him because he made the comment that he's not a good reader. I said I don't want you to say that; I want you to say, I'm becoming a better reader. I said you are very talented &amp;amp; smart. He said I'm talented. I said yes, not everyone can break dance or tumble like you. I said it takes incredible body strength and talent to do what you do. He said Awe Mommy Thank you. You will be in my heart forever.  He touched his heart &amp;amp; said right hear. I was so touched. I said you will be in my heart forever too darling. He amazes me almost daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6005741754535809679?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6005741754535809679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6005741754535809679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6005741754535809679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6005741754535809679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-my-heart-forever.html' title='In my heart forever'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6986298674708198633</id><published>2010-03-01T15:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:38:43.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love this quotation</title><content type='html'>Quotation:May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6986298674708198633?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6986298674708198633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6986298674708198633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6986298674708198633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6986298674708198633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-this-quotation.html' title='love this quotation'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6827247781552466255</id><published>2010-02-17T16:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:22:49.607-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>that's a vocabulary word</title><content type='html'>Colin is so funny.  When he's talking &amp;amp; uses a vocabulary word,  He will say that's a vocabulary word.&lt;br /&gt;Last night before bed we were praying together.  I pray first then he prays.  He started praying &amp;amp; used a vocabulary word.  He said during his prayer; That's a vocabulary word. &lt;br /&gt;I chuckled to myself.  I thought it was so cute.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I think about it today it makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6827247781552466255?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6827247781552466255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6827247781552466255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6827247781552466255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6827247781552466255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/02/thats-vocabulary-word.html' title='that&apos;s a vocabulary word'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7974399822634650582</id><published>2010-02-01T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:34:03.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft/scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Stamp area</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/S2bo6i3X15I/AAAAAAAAGuU/r5gmPB6eiu8/s1600-h/after+stamp+area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433286092958193554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/S2bo6i3X15I/AAAAAAAAGuU/r5gmPB6eiu8/s200/after+stamp+area.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got ice Thursday, sleet &amp;amp; 6" of snow Friday. I cleaned my stamp area Friday.I have so much more to do but I'm off to a good start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7974399822634650582?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7974399822634650582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7974399822634650582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7974399822634650582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7974399822634650582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/02/stamp-area.html' title='Stamp area'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/S2bo6i3X15I/AAAAAAAAGuU/r5gmPB6eiu8/s72-c/after+stamp+area.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6688191286438713373</id><published>2010-01-14T15:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:16:19.693-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>No cavities</title><content type='html'>Colin had no cavities at his dentist visit yesterday.  Yeah.  I must admit he has been brushing better &amp;amp; most of the time with no prompting from mom.  I'm pretty proud &amp;amp; pretty surprised because he eats too much sugar in my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6688191286438713373?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6688191286438713373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6688191286438713373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6688191286438713373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6688191286438713373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-cavities.html' title='No cavities'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4360344643263832037</id><published>2009-12-31T15:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:22:57.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>My favorite photo of this month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sz0emUDhbvI/AAAAAAAAGuM/BrCh4JE8AKY/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421523169991290610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sz0emUDhbvI/AAAAAAAAGuM/BrCh4JE8AKY/s200/Merry+Christmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bear was gift from my friend Erika. She hosted my baby shower. I try to take a photo of Colin with the bear every year. I also take a photo of him in front of the boys sports Christmas tree in a red plaid shirt each year. I wonder what age he will be when he says no more mom. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Erika!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4360344643263832037?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4360344643263832037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4360344643263832037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4360344643263832037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4360344643263832037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-favorite-photo-of-this-month.html' title='My favorite photo of this month'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sz0emUDhbvI/AAAAAAAAGuM/BrCh4JE8AKY/s72-c/Merry+Christmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6449979708210487698</id><published>2009-12-30T14:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:55:16.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>G's oncologist visit</title><content type='html'>G got a good report at the oncologist office.  He is still in remission.  I wish the neuropathy would improve.  My prayer is for it to improve so much that G can return to work by the end of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;We will take whatever come &amp;amp; deal with it but it would be great if he wasn't in pain most days.&lt;br /&gt;These last 2 yrs have been an interesting journey.  I'm really desiring a break from all of the challenges.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for forward to 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6449979708210487698?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6449979708210487698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6449979708210487698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6449979708210487698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6449979708210487698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/gs-oncologist-visit.html' title='G&apos;s oncologist visit'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-53494367657212290</id><published>2009-12-28T12:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:49:39.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>We has a beautiful white Christmas.  Mom &amp;amp; dad had 14 sleeping at their home Christmas eve. &lt;br /&gt;I expected to sleep on the floor but no one had to sleep on the floor.  It was cozy but nice. &lt;br /&gt;I tried to get Colin to sleep on the love seat in the bedroom with us.  I laid on the love seat beside him; I was going to get in the bed when he fell asleep.  He told me mom this love seat is too small for 2 people; I'm getting in the bed.  G started laughing because he knew what I was trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;So I had knees &amp;amp; elbows in my back most of the night. &lt;br /&gt;We opened the gifts at mom house Christmas eve.  We usually open our gifts Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;We opened them the night of Dec 26 when we got home from being snowed in for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I did make it in to work this morning.  More snow is expected tomorrow.  I think 8" of snow the other day is enough until it all melts. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-53494367657212290?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/53494367657212290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=53494367657212290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/53494367657212290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/53494367657212290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-1261870389250596567</id><published>2009-12-19T10:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:02:32.504-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking/recipe'/><title type='text'>Gluten Free Southern Style Cornbread</title><content type='html'>2 c (GF) organic yellow cornmeal&lt;br /&gt;1/8 c organic amaranth flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c organic oat bran flour {WF}&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c brown rice flour&lt;br /&gt;3 T organic sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t sea salt&lt;br /&gt;2 T buttermilk powder&lt;br /&gt;1 t baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 organic eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c EVOO or any oil&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c rice milk or 1 1/4 of any milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400 degree.&lt;br /&gt;Mix all dry ingredients in a large bowl. &lt;br /&gt;Add milk, eggs, oil &amp;amp; blend until well mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a little oil in the bottom of my cast iron skillet; then&lt;br /&gt;add cornbread mix.  Bake for 20-25 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use this cornbread for my GF Cornbread Dressing.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my grains are Arrowhead Mills, Bob's Red Mill, or Hodgson Mill,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-1261870389250596567?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1261870389250596567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=1261870389250596567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1261870389250596567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1261870389250596567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/gluten-free-southern-style-cornbread.html' title='Gluten Free Southern Style Cornbread'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-478577251359789486</id><published>2009-12-14T10:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:05:35.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Colin is sick</title><content type='html'>He woke up with the sniffles yesterday.  It's hard to make him sit still.  He's home sick today.&lt;br /&gt;We try to keep him still so his asthma doesn't get too bad.   He doesn't have a fever just stuffing&lt;br /&gt;nose &amp;amp; coughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-478577251359789486?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/478577251359789486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=478577251359789486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/478577251359789486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/478577251359789486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/colin-is-sick.html' title='Colin is sick'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6697216815984613072</id><published>2009-11-30T09:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:25:24.917-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Colin is Thankful</title><content type='html'>We had a great Thanksgiving.  I made wheat free cornbread stuffing &amp;amp; gravy.  I took it to moms so I could eat it with my Turkey &amp;amp; trimmings.&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of food &amp;amp; everything was delicious.  I took green beans for Colin because I wanted to be sure they didn't have pork in them.  Sometimes mom adds turkey to her green beans sometimes she adds pork.  Colin only ate green beans for dinner.  Thank goodness I had fed him about 2 hours before we went to dinner.  He's such a picky eater.  I don't force him to eat but he knew he wouldn't get any sweets until he ate something. &lt;br /&gt;Grover &amp;amp; Kenny were the spade champs of the night.  They were undefeated all night.  I think that is a first for these 2.   Grover's cousin Stan came to visit.  Kevin stopped by to see Stan.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing so many Georgia guys ended up here.  :)&lt;br /&gt;I went to scrapbook Friday night.  It was great.  One day I will finish my Disney scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I asked Colin what was he grateful for; he said his family.  He started listing family members then he said he was grateful for beating Chase &amp;amp; Jada on play station.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin will be 8 this week.  Mom commented that we officially have no babies in the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6697216815984613072?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6697216815984613072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6697216815984613072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6697216815984613072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6697216815984613072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/11/colin-is-thankful.html' title='Colin is Thankful'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3596683147063378518</id><published>2009-11-25T15:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:12:56.547-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking/recipe'/><title type='text'>interesting dip</title><content type='html'>I wanted an afternoon snack.  I didn't have much in my mini fridge at work.  I mixed salsa, grated carrots, rice &amp;amp; cheese.  I heated it up to melt the cheese &amp;amp; ate it with torilla chips. &lt;br /&gt;It's really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3596683147063378518?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3596683147063378518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3596683147063378518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3596683147063378518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3596683147063378518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting-dip.html' title='interesting dip'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3044652560876869437</id><published>2009-11-13T07:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:26:59.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Photos from Break Dance class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1moFKBILI/AAAAAAAAGuA/ZcLkUfum988/s1600-h/110_2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403587966679457970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1moFKBILI/AAAAAAAAGuA/ZcLkUfum988/s200/110_2244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1mnVILJ_I/AAAAAAAAGtw/Q9vtU9ZyVaQ/s1600-h/110_2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403587953786824690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1mnVILJ_I/AAAAAAAAGtw/Q9vtU9ZyVaQ/s200/110_2237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1mnMbHlwI/AAAAAAAAGto/6lxAeW7XpRI/s1600-h/110_2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403587951450363650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1mnMbHlwI/AAAAAAAAGto/6lxAeW7XpRI/s200/110_2236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1mnkwRLcI/AAAAAAAAGt4/mlxH1_OJoos/s1600-h/110_2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403587957981523394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1mnkwRLcI/AAAAAAAAGt4/mlxH1_OJoos/s200/110_2243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1mm9rpAeI/AAAAAAAAGtg/3Zyb2gyZ6no/s1600-h/110_2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403587947493130722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1mm9rpAeI/AAAAAAAAGtg/3Zyb2gyZ6no/s200/110_2263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana &amp;amp; Papa came to watch Colin in his class. I don't get the best photos but here are a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3044652560876869437?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3044652560876869437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3044652560876869437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3044652560876869437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3044652560876869437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/11/photos-from-break-dance-class.html' title='Photos from Break Dance class'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Sv1moFKBILI/AAAAAAAAGuA/ZcLkUfum988/s72-c/110_2244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-1107820102978333846</id><published>2009-11-02T07:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:18:55.118-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>fun weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Su7n_LNF6HI/AAAAAAAAGtY/EVSI3saeQLM/s1600-h/110_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399508075789281394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Su7n_LNF6HI/AAAAAAAAGtY/EVSI3saeQLM/s200/110_2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Su7n005qHJI/AAAAAAAAGtQ/YPSLmfe6Mrg/s1600-h/110_2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399507898003496082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Su7n005qHJI/AAAAAAAAGtQ/YPSLmfe6Mrg/s200/110_2156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399506813201595442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Su7m1rsuvDI/AAAAAAAAGtA/AHQhLiqrEp4/s200/110_2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a busy but fun weekend. We had carnivals &amp;amp; festivals. I took Colin Trick or Treating to a few homes, after 2 activities Saturday. My parents &amp;amp; Aunts were good about having candy &amp;amp; treats he could enjoy. I was a little worried with all of his food allergies. I came home to Colin &amp;amp; Grover Friday. They had a carnival at school. I usually take the bag &amp;amp; ration out the candy. G didn't know so Colin had they huge bag of candy. I asked if he knew what he could &amp;amp; couldn't eat. He said yes, mom I'm reading the labels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A photo of the treat bags I made for Colin's class.  They had a Halloween pencil, Halloween eraser, candy, a ball.   I try not to send just candy.  Some years I send pretzels or goldfish crackers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-1107820102978333846?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1107820102978333846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=1107820102978333846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1107820102978333846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1107820102978333846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-weekend.html' title='fun weekend'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/Su7n_LNF6HI/AAAAAAAAGtY/EVSI3saeQLM/s72-c/110_2153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7339115128943395329</id><published>2009-10-19T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:11:17.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>We all had a great weekend.  My parents to the grandchildren bowling Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Mom said my dad threw a strike &amp;amp; won on the last frame.  She was glad because Colin had&lt;br /&gt;been leading for most of the game &amp;amp; was already bragging.  No one would have been able to stand him if he won.  Mom said next to the last frame my nephew said ok he was going to&lt;br /&gt;throw a strike.  He did.  Colin's turn he knocked down 8 pins &amp;amp; has a split.  He picked up the split.&lt;br /&gt;I could just envision him jumping all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of the grandkids spent the night.   I called Saturday &amp;amp; Colin was too busy to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;My nephew left but my niece was still at my parents &amp;amp; Colin stayed Saturday night &amp;amp; went to church with them.  My niece went home.  I called Sunday about 3 to see if he was ready to come home.  He said he just got back from church.  Church had been over for hours but I guess not in his mind.  He told me he would think about coming home &amp;amp; would let me know when I called back.  Hmmm  In a few hours my mom called &amp;amp; told G Colin was ready to come home.  I went &amp;amp; got him.  He had an awesome weekend.  So did we.  I missed him terribly but it was good to be&lt;br /&gt;childless just for a few days.  Thank you Nana &amp;amp; Papa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7339115128943395329?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7339115128943395329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7339115128943395329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7339115128943395329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7339115128943395329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3689671571841809218</id><published>2009-10-05T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:03:13.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I spent much of the day yesterday deep cleaning.  I dislike doing it; but I love the results.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the house ready for my Christmas decorations.  Each year I'm not as prepared as I want to be.  As a result I don't put up all of the decorations that I would like.  I want this year to be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3689671571841809218?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3689671571841809218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3689671571841809218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3689671571841809218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3689671571841809218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-cleaning.html' title='Deep Cleaning'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-9053639911784064020</id><published>2009-09-21T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:38:41.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>busy weekend</title><content type='html'>We had a busy weekend but a good weekend.  It was good to see Fred.  G's really good friend.&lt;br /&gt;I also went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Mia w/ a generous friend VK.  The musical was wonderful.  It was so good to get out of the house.   I needed the break from the boys &amp;amp; football.  We had family over&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; played cards Sunday before Fred's flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-9053639911784064020?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/9053639911784064020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=9053639911784064020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/9053639911784064020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/9053639911784064020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-weekend.html' title='busy weekend'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3695146129965209391</id><published>2009-09-18T10:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:50:21.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking/recipe'/><title type='text'>Non dairy rice krispy treats recipe</title><content type='html'>1/3 c coconut oil&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of mini marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;6 c rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;krispy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t butter flavoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coat my pan &amp;amp; spoon with oil. Pour oil in large saucepan, on low to med heat melt marshmallows. Slowly stir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; until all are melted, add flavoring. Add rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;krispy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; stir. I add 2 cups at a time. Spread mixture in pan. I cover w/ wax paper &amp;amp; press gently to level mixture.  &lt;br /&gt;Let cool, cut &amp;amp; eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the mini marshmallows melt faster than the large.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3695146129965209391?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3695146129965209391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3695146129965209391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3695146129965209391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3695146129965209391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/09/non-dairy-rice-krispy-treats-recipe.html' title='Non dairy rice krispy treats recipe'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6170166987592145831</id><published>2009-09-18T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:13:59.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reuse recycle</title><content type='html'>I try to reuse or recycle my Styrofoam cups at work.  For some reason the cleaning crew throws them away each night.  OK no major biggie.  But I draw the line when my blood pressure pills are missing.  They were on my desk for 2 days &amp;amp; this morning I went to take one &amp;amp; they both were gone.  UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6170166987592145831?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6170166987592145831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6170166987592145831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6170166987592145831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6170166987592145831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/09/reuse-recycle.html' title='reuse recycle'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4857307805150423429</id><published>2009-09-09T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:16:12.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>journal</title><content type='html'>I've had so much stuff going on lately. I'm using my personal journal today at lunch. Lunch is my hour a day that I do what I want. I have enough to write for an entire hour.&lt;br /&gt;We had jammed pack holiday weekend. I need just a day for me! I need to do something for Colin to give my parents for grandparents day. He only has one set of grandparents so I want to make something they will love.&lt;br /&gt;Colin has been loving using glitter glues. I think I'll let him decorate w/ some glitter glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of blogs I follow.  Many of them are gluten free, soy free or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just read on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wheatless&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; meatless, there are now available gluten free tortillas.  Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating tortillas &amp;amp; I don't love corn tortillas.  Now if I can just find these brands in&lt;br /&gt;whole foods.   I'm sure they will order them for me if they don't carry them.  I hope they&lt;br /&gt;are not $7.00 a pkg.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; foods seem to be so much more expensive.  That is the reason&lt;br /&gt;I cook so much of it myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4857307805150423429?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4857307805150423429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4857307805150423429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4857307805150423429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4857307805150423429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/09/journal.html' title='journal'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3012334035437028834</id><published>2009-08-31T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:06:43.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><title type='text'>cool morning</title><content type='html'>I can tell fall is around corner.  It was very cool this morning like fall.&lt;br /&gt;I have to come up with a back up plan for my hair.  I hate going into the cold &amp;amp; it's still wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3012334035437028834?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3012334035437028834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3012334035437028834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3012334035437028834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3012334035437028834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/08/cool-morning.html' title='cool morning'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4294073528873504535</id><published>2009-08-27T07:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:50:59.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice krispy treats</title><content type='html'>Colin is allergic to milk so I made some rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;krispy&lt;/span&gt; treats without butter.  I need to measure next time &amp;amp; I'll post the recipe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4294073528873504535?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4294073528873504535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4294073528873504535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4294073528873504535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4294073528873504535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/08/rice-krispy-treats.html' title='Rice krispy treats'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-1547496543092393281</id><published>2009-08-17T13:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:35:43.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Mom took Colin to school today. We are waiting for a motor for my car. Umm this is the 3rd week so I have nothing more to say or it will be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mom for taking precious to school. Mom said he was so excited. He has a new teacher. I hope it's a fabulous year for my little darling. G said he popped right up this morning when he called to wake him. He was excited about his new backpack, lunch pail &amp;amp; school supplies.&lt;br /&gt;He wears a uniform to school so he doesn't really get new school clothes. We buy new shorts or slacks as needed. It's been so hot; I'm sure he will wear shorts &amp;amp; sandals for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my baby is in the 2nd grade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-1547496543092393281?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1547496543092393281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=1547496543092393281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1547496543092393281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1547496543092393281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-1895119057105068030</id><published>2009-08-10T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:04:10.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><title type='text'>YOGA BALL</title><content type='html'>I sit on a yoga ball at work most of the time.  It helps to strengthen my abdominal muscles.  The stronger they are the less my lower back hurt.   Today I aired up my ball too much so my thighs are hitting the bottom of my desk &amp;amp; my feet are dangling.  LOL  I put a tool box for my feet to rest on &amp;amp; am having fun rolling around at my desk.  I may get brave &amp;amp; try to let a little air out but not until I have a little more fun.  I love bouncing to music on it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-1895119057105068030?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1895119057105068030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=1895119057105068030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1895119057105068030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1895119057105068030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/08/yoga-ball.html' title='YOGA BALL'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7439533453109572165</id><published>2009-08-06T07:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:05:29.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>horrible news</title><content type='html'>My friend Julie that finished chemo for her colon cancer in December, received some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;She went for one of her many follow ups visits &amp;amp; thought everything was OK.  Her blood work came back fine but thankful her friend went to the Dr with her &amp;amp; told the Dr about her pain.&lt;br /&gt;They did a pet scan &amp;amp; saw 2 masses.  They operated last week while I was out of town.&lt;br /&gt;The tumors were large.  One the size of a melon the other size of a grapefruit.  She's a tiny woman.  The results of the tumors are not good.  Both were fast growing aggressive cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G had ask about her when I was on vacation &amp;amp; then again when I returned home.&lt;br /&gt;She called him a few times when she was first diagnosed &amp;amp; first going through chemo.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband is here at work today; her best friend is with her.  I can't imagine what they&lt;br /&gt;must be going through trying to deal with this new set of cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7439533453109572165?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7439533453109572165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7439533453109572165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7439533453109572165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7439533453109572165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/08/horrible-news.html' title='horrible news'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4036887320747251215</id><published>2009-07-22T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:28:18.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stair climbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm still doing my stair climbing daily.  I climb the stairs at work twice a day.  I climb 12 flights in the morning &amp;amp; 12 flights in the afternoon.  It's all I can do to make it.  I'm going to keep it up until I find more time at home to exercise.   I have so many small projects at home.  It seems to never end.  I put some of the moulding down to finish the floors &amp;amp; ran out of nails for my nail gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to finish up tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4036887320747251215?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4036887320747251215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4036887320747251215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4036887320747251215'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4385150798019865510</id><published>2009-07-16T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:06:45.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>New Doctor</title><content type='html'>G saw a new Dr today.  We are hope he will be able to help him improve his nerve damage.&lt;br /&gt;We are so ready for him to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; well.  We are grateful he is still cancer free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4385150798019865510?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4385150798019865510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4385150798019865510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4385150798019865510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4385150798019865510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-doctor.html' title='New Doctor'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3512708148406278924</id><published>2009-07-15T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:09:53.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new floors</title><content type='html'>I'm busy working on the floors in our bedroom.  I used the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;manuf&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; color but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;manuf&lt;/span&gt; changed the floors.  They are about 1/8" off.  Just enough to be trip hazard.   I have to put a strip in the door frame.  I guess it's a good thing I found out in the beginning of the job instead of midway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3512708148406278924?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3512708148406278924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3512708148406278924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3512708148406278924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3512708148406278924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-floors.html' title='new floors'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3006280282612423600</id><published>2009-07-06T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:06:35.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Paint</title><content type='html'>I've been painting my bedroom for days.   It has been a lot of hard work but it looks so good.  I'm very pleased with the results.  I need to paint the bottom baseboards.  Thank goodness I was careful with the top crown moulding.  Painting the ceiling was hard enough.  We have a trey vaulted ceiling in our bedroom.  My upper arms were so sore.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get to the floors this week.  It's going to be like having a new room.  I need to find the perfect fabric to make curtains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3006280282612423600?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3006280282612423600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3006280282612423600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3006280282612423600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3006280282612423600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/wet-paint.html' title='Wet Paint'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3773010370709974131</id><published>2009-06-27T07:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:24:59.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><title type='text'>Dancing machine</title><content type='html'>I never thought about the fact that Colin had never seen some of Michael Jackson videos.  He's loves &amp;amp; of course is learning new dance moves.  He's a little dancing machine.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's sad when anyone leaves this earth.  I remember seeing Farah's Noxzema &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commerical&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; her on Charlies Angels. &lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing Michael Jackson in concert for the first time when I was approx. 9 yrs old.  The Commodore's opened for the Jackson 5.  I sure wish I had the ticket stub.  I do still have Thriller &amp;amp; Off the Wall vinyl albums.   It's in a box along with some other favorite vinyl albums like Steve Wonder's Song in the key of life.    My sister Staci asked if I would sell the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; albums for a million $ I said no.  I now say if I get a million dollar offer for them, I will consider it.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3773010370709974131?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3773010370709974131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3773010370709974131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3773010370709974131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3773010370709974131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-machine.html' title='Dancing machine'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-1630354207473394051</id><published>2009-06-26T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:03:07.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>the guys keep my laughing</title><content type='html'>Hubby loves to drink, soda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt; ... anything but water.   Colin is the same.  I buy 100% fruit drinks or that V8 splash w/ veggies in the drink.   I refuse to buy soda so G buys it.  Then he hides it from Colin because I don't want Colin drinking too much soda.   Usually Colin finds the hiding place. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening he asked me if the alarm was on; I said no.  He asked if he could go in the garage.  Usually he's looking for ice cream in the deep freezer.  I said he could go in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;He came in and said, I can't find it, he has a good hiding place this time.&lt;br /&gt;G &amp;amp; I laughed this morning when I told him what Colin said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-1630354207473394051?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1630354207473394051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=1630354207473394051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1630354207473394051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1630354207473394051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/guys-keep-my-laughing.html' title='the guys keep my laughing'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-2659147519450635531</id><published>2009-06-25T13:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:57:10.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too hot for June</title><content type='html'>It poured down raining unexpectedly yesterday.   Because it was already almost 100 degrees; it seemed like I was in a steam shower outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-2659147519450635531?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2659147519450635531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=2659147519450635531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2659147519450635531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2659147519450635531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-too-hot-for-june.html' title='It&apos;s too hot for June'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-785363741765463548</id><published>2009-06-22T11:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:33:02.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats!</title><content type='html'>My step-daughter got her Masters Saturday.  G was there to cheer her on.  He's flying home today.  Colin &amp;amp; I missed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-785363741765463548?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/785363741765463548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=785363741765463548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/785363741765463548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/785363741765463548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/congrats.html' title='Congrats!'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4953233266986591527</id><published>2009-06-17T11:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:10:01.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><title type='text'>Another Fabulous Year</title><content type='html'>Hubby changed the plans on me &amp;amp; we are having dinner w/ the family.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted just us 2 to have lunch together.  Don't get me wrong.  Dinner w/ the family is fabulous, I was just looking forward to lunch w/ G only.&lt;br /&gt; I'm going along w/ the program but told him next time he changes my birthday plans let me know sooner.  Especially since I didn't have a real&lt;br /&gt;breakfast &amp;amp; it's lunch time.  I'm a planner &amp;amp; hubby is a spin on the dimer.  My birthday is the one day in my mind that it's all about me.   Now I'm hungry &amp;amp; cranky so I'm going to find some food.&lt;br /&gt;I'm another year older &amp;amp; I think better.  I'm finally getting a handle on&lt;br /&gt;one of my issues, too much eating &amp;amp; too little exercise.  All of my food allergies has helped.  It's so much I shouldn't &amp;amp; can't eat.  I've lost a few&lt;br /&gt;more pounds.   I'm 3 lbs away from my 2009 goal weight!  Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;I'll set a new goal as soon as I reach it.  Maybe 5 or 10 more lbs.  I don't want to go too fast because I want this excess weight to NEVER return.&lt;br /&gt; I need to think of a really cool prize for myself for reaching the goal early.&lt;br /&gt;The spa it is, especially since I was supposed to go to the spa as a celebration of my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4953233266986591527?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4953233266986591527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4953233266986591527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4953233266986591527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4953233266986591527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-fabulous-year.html' title='Another Fabulous Year'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-5279224859712065405</id><published>2009-06-12T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:35:28.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>I'm home alone &amp;amp; happy to have a minute to myself. I was to crop tonight but my allergies are bother me. It's good I stayed home because lightening struck the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LSS&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; they cancelled tonight's crop. The store is not close to me so I wouldn't have been happy to drive far &amp;amp; not able to crop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys went to my uncle's birthday party at Red Lobster. My severe seafood allergy doesn't allow me to go into Red Lobster.  It takes about&lt;br /&gt;5 min in a place like that &amp;amp; my chest starts to tighten &amp;amp; I have trouble&lt;br /&gt;breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-5279224859712065405?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5279224859712065405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=5279224859712065405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5279224859712065405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5279224859712065405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-9049654079054698651</id><published>2009-06-10T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:42:24.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Summer school camp</title><content type='html'>Colin started summer school camp Jun 8.  He didn't want to go.  I think he'd rather stay home w/ dad;  eating sugar, watching TV or playing on the computer all day.   His daddy would let him play in his pj's most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;He told me Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday that he had fun.  They went outside twice, he did puzzles &amp;amp; Lego's.  I know they will incorporate teaching too this summer.  I'm glad it's hosted by his school it.  The last time they hosted, Colin learned all about the rain forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G has a Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; today.  The one yesterday went fine.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; today is with his oncologist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-9049654079054698651?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/9049654079054698651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=9049654079054698651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/9049654079054698651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/9049654079054698651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-school-camp.html' title='Summer school camp'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3223665460373157668</id><published>2009-06-04T17:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:57:12.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel/vacation'/><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SihHyBWHBGI/AAAAAAAAGA4/hte0U0wbEU0/s1600-h/108_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343599882555294818" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SihHyBWHBGI/AAAAAAAAGA4/hte0U0wbEU0/s200/108_1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SihHxyd0Q6I/AAAAAAAAGAw/PkMth2EzUf8/s1600-h/108_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343599878561088418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SihHxyd0Q6I/AAAAAAAAGAw/PkMth2EzUf8/s200/108_1599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SihHxt9JeqI/AAAAAAAAGAo/iN1jPGbHKdw/s1600-h/108_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343599877350324898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SihHxt9JeqI/AAAAAAAAGAo/iN1jPGbHKdw/s200/108_1552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun. We were so exhausted. The last 2 hours were spent trying to find &amp;amp; get autographs from Donald &amp;amp; Goofy. We found Donald after 3 tries. We never did find goofy. He &amp;amp; Donald move locations so they don't stay in one place for long. I think the next visit we will have a meal with the characters &amp;amp; be done with it. Here's a few photos. I'm also including one of the Planet Hollywood photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3223665460373157668?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3223665460373157668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3223665460373157668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3223665460373157668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3223665460373157668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SihHyBWHBGI/AAAAAAAAGA4/hte0U0wbEU0/s72-c/108_1809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-1521085054178432957</id><published>2009-06-02T17:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:59:38.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel/vacation'/><title type='text'>Orlando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SiWuzEaIxzI/AAAAAAAAGAg/hHSUeYpbtlM/s1600-h/108_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342868725324891954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SiWuzEaIxzI/AAAAAAAAGAg/hHSUeYpbtlM/s200/108_1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SiWuygj03JI/AAAAAAAAGAY/RAE2WfT1F8M/s1600-h/108_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342868715701853330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SiWuygj03JI/AAAAAAAAGAY/RAE2WfT1F8M/s200/108_1502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are having a great time. Colin tells me everyday this is the best vacation ever. He's such a grateful child. We are headed out to the pool. He loves the water.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going to Planet Hollywood for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo from today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-1521085054178432957?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1521085054178432957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=1521085054178432957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1521085054178432957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1521085054178432957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/orlando.html' title='Orlando'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SiWuzEaIxzI/AAAAAAAAGAg/hHSUeYpbtlM/s72-c/108_1504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4166688311831963647</id><published>2009-06-02T17:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:51:23.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel/vacation'/><title type='text'>Disney Orlando FL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SiWr8V6FbKI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/gb1YX2ovLug/s1600-h/108_1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are having a great time. Colin tells me everyday this is the best vacation ever. He's such a grateful child. We are headed out to the pool. He loves the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we are going to Planet Hollywood for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a photo from today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4166688311831963647?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4166688311831963647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4166688311831963647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4166688311831963647'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-2417955191545883973</id><published>2009-05-23T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:01:22.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is our wedding anniversary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-2417955191545883973?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2417955191545883973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=2417955191545883973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Today was Colin's last day of school until August.  He will start the summer program in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;G's feet gave him a lot of trouble lately.  Many place he goes he have to wait until he can walk.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at my niece graduation he almost fell.  I think he needs a walker or cane. I've also given him to link to get a disability sticker for the car.  He hasn't filled it out yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-1308074095803517417?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1308074095803517417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=1308074095803517417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1308074095803517417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1308074095803517417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer vacation'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-9109309816745396999</id><published>2009-05-15T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:11:01.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>Waymon Tisdale</title><content type='html'>It was floored when I read the first of a flood of emails saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Waymon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; passed away this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I was very sad.   Everyone at work was talking about it.  I got a few phone calls.  The world has lost  another shining star of a person. I remember his smile, his upbeat happy spirit.  I would go many years without seeing him &amp;amp; he would give me a big hug like it was yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to his family.  They are in my thoughts &amp;amp; prayers. 44 yrs old is too few on this earth in my opinion.   Why does cancer strike so many beautiful humans on this earth?!  It makes me mad.  I guess I just don't hear of any mean or nasty people getting cancer.  All of the people I personally know that have or have had cancer are/was truly awesome people; people that add something positive to this world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Waymon&lt;/span&gt; a PK (preacher's kid) is out of pain &amp;amp; in a better place.   Rest in Peace.  You will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-9109309816745396999?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/9109309816745396999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=9109309816745396999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/9109309816745396999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/9109309816745396999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/waymon-tisdale.html' title='Waymon Tisdale'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-8327752943418262405</id><published>2009-05-13T12:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:37:23.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Allergy season</title><content type='html'>Little precious &amp;amp; are are suffering big time with this allergy season.  Last night he was itching all over.  I gave him medicine &amp;amp; it didn't seem to help.  I gave him another type &amp;amp; it didn't seem to help.  I felt so helpless.  I think I will get him allergy tested when school is out in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out what is breaking him out. &lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time too this allergy season.   The medications I have aren't doing much if anything.  UGH!! &lt;br /&gt;G is fighting the pain battle.  His new Dr.  keeps switching medication but nothing seems to help.&lt;br /&gt;I think G is does well with not being frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great Mother's Day.  I have a beautiful handmade necklace &amp;amp; card.  The card is the best.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get a photo uploaded soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-8327752943418262405?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8327752943418262405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=8327752943418262405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8327752943418262405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8327752943418262405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/allergy-season.html' title='Allergy season'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6383563260366013321</id><published>2009-05-04T12:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:24:10.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft/scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>NSD</title><content type='html'>I didn't spend national scrapbook day scrapping or anything related.  I did spend most of the day Sunday in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scraproom&lt;/span&gt;.  I rearranged some of my cubes.  I labeled drawers, rearranged drawers.  I made punches &amp;amp; embossing samples for my board.  I have a large framed cork board close to my desk.  I'm putting samples of items I want to use more.  For example I have an example of my embossing folders &amp;amp; some of my punches.  I do have a smaller portable book with these items that I made so I didn't make a double purchase.  It is in the car most of the time so I can take a peak or take it into a store.          It was fun to be a little creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of Saturday online researching wheat free, soy free recipes &amp;amp; making a shopping list.   I have so many allergies; I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; find out what is in most items, where they come from, what food family they belong too.  Fun stuff.  I just wish I was getting better.  I'm sure I am, I just don't feel like it.  I have to keep hanging in there &amp;amp; going in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the same thing on my weight loss journey.  I do think I'm losing weight because I'm naturally eating less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;.   I skip the bread &amp;amp; gravy always.  I haven't found a sandwich place yet that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wf&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; bread.  So I'm eating more salads.  Hopefully I'm getting healthier.  That's the goal anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6383563260366013321?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6383563260366013321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6383563260366013321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6383563260366013321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6383563260366013321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/nsd.html' title='NSD'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7818615091461095240</id><published>2009-04-30T12:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:23:09.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>pay it forward</title><content type='html'>My car wouldn't start when I came out of the store last night.  I was buying a birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;This month I have 2 birthdays, 2 anniversary, 1 wedding, &amp;amp; 1 house warming gift to buy.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to be proactive &amp;amp; do something early.   I still needed to grocery shop last night.&lt;br /&gt;My car had other plans.  I waited on G for almost an hour.  He couldn't get it started so we&lt;br /&gt;had to have it towed.  We waited on the tow truck guy for almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked that no one offered to help me while I waited on my husband.  I stood outside &amp;amp; left the hood up.  We were in G's truck, waiting on the tow truck &amp;amp; a woman came to the window&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; asked if we were OK.   I said yes we are waiting on a tow truck.  She said maybe this will help&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tried to hand me money.  I said oh Thank you but no thank you &amp;amp; handed it back.   She dropped it on my lap &amp;amp; ran off saying just pay it forward.  I'm not sure how much the car repairs&lt;br /&gt;will cost but it excited me that a total stranger wanted to help.  I'm want to help someone out &amp;amp; pay it forward.  I'll be watching out for someone in need.  It's funny because I rarely listen to the radio in the evening but the show was talking about paying it forward.  The same show was talking about paying it forward last week on 1 of the 2 days I decided to listen.  It just made me&lt;br /&gt;smile &amp;amp; warmed my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I've also had community service on my heart &amp;amp; mind often in the last few days.  I need to find a way to serve my community.  It's something I've desired for years.  A few years ago I thought a scrapbook class a church for free.  I'm excited to see what I come up with this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7818615091461095240?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7818615091461095240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7818615091461095240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7818615091461095240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7818615091461095240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/pay-it-forward.html' title='pay it forward'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7510445043904291985</id><published>2009-04-22T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:34:03.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking/recipe'/><title type='text'>Birthday cake</title><content type='html'>I baked my hubby a birthday cake.  It smelled so good.  I had them both smell the batter.  Colin said mmmmm :).    I baked me a gluten free cake so I wouldn't feel left out.  It was a gluten free zucchini muffin recipe that I tweaked.  I rarely cook from a recipe in it's original form.  I can't resist, I have to tweak it.  It the creativity in my, I have to make it my own.&lt;br /&gt;The gluten free cake turned out pretty good.  I'm craving cookies.  I'll bake me some tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to bake enough for Colin.  He likes the gluten free treats.  I think it's good that he likes them &amp;amp; I don't mind sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluten Free Apple spice cake recipe to follow.  I'm blogging on my lunch hour &amp;amp; have to get back to work.  Boo hoo.  I spent most of my lunch hour eating outside.  The weather is gorgeous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took a vacation day.  I baked, cleaned....   I cleaned the bay window &amp;amp; surrounding area.  I cleaned &amp;amp; rearranged the master bath.  I cleaned some of the stuff off the covered patio.&lt;br /&gt;Not an ideal vacation day but it's less I have to do on the weekend.   My spring cleaning may last until summer.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7510445043904291985?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7510445043904291985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7510445043904291985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7510445043904291985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7510445043904291985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-cake.html' title='Birthday cake'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-648455203106735570</id><published>2009-04-18T12:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:17:02.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel/vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft/scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Layout made from scraps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SeoK6zyj_jI/AAAAAAAAFTY/e2eTPIBxGUw/s1600-h/scraps+LO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326081514770005554" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SeoK6zyj_jI/AAAAAAAAFTY/e2eTPIBxGUw/s200/scraps+LO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-648455203106735570?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/648455203106735570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=648455203106735570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/648455203106735570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/648455203106735570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/layout-made-from-scraps.html' title='Layout made from scraps'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SeoK6zyj_jI/AAAAAAAAFTY/e2eTPIBxGUw/s72-c/scraps+LO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7863718200766799491</id><published>2009-04-18T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:41:20.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel/vacation'/><title type='text'>LO made from scraps</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to use up some old stash &amp;amp; sb stuff. Here is a LO I made from scraps.&lt;br /&gt;I cropped with Marilyn last weekend. I try to scrap away from home once a month.&lt;br /&gt;I committed to doing it this year to get some me time away from our home &amp;amp; the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbooking or crafting is one of my favorite ways to spend my time. I look forward to&lt;br /&gt;the day I make a living crafting. I'm a 2 page LO scrapper so this layout doesn't include&lt;br /&gt;the title &amp;amp; etc. It's on the opposing page. This LO is from the cruise scrapbook so there are many other photos from the same place Maragritaville located Montego Bay, Jamaica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7863718200766799491?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7863718200766799491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7863718200766799491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7863718200766799491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7863718200766799491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/lo-made-from-scraps.html' title='LO made from scraps'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-5206641412767687064</id><published>2009-04-15T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:12:47.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>This happened Monday night</title><content type='html'>I have 2 proud mommy moments.  Colin told me yesterday that he got the highest grade in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;class on&lt;/span&gt; the spelling test.  He has also did a back flip in gymnastics last night.  A little girl in his class did one &amp;amp; everyone gasp. So he was on a quest to do one.  He didn't stop until he did it.  He's still not nailing it but I'm sure he will next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-5206641412767687064?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5206641412767687064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=5206641412767687064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5206641412767687064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5206641412767687064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-happened-monday-night.html' title='This happened Monday night'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-1698469634137868495</id><published>2009-04-12T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:11:39.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>WHERE WAS THE EASTER BUNNY</title><content type='html'>I asked Colin if he thanked the Easter Bunny this morning. He got up after noon. He said Where was the Easter Bunny when you saw him. I said I didn't see him but he left a little note. Glad he didn't ask to see the note. I told him the note said he wouldn't get a basket next time if his toys were left in the floor like they were last night. I also told him we need to talk to the Easter bunny about more healthy treats. Colin yelled No way, hmmm I interpret that to mean please don't. I said the bunny brought something other than candy in the past. When you were little, he would bring gold fish crackers &amp;amp; pretzels with a tiny bit of candy.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is Easter bunny mom went scrapbooking yesterday. I bought some candy weeks ago &amp;amp; didn't buy much else. Last night EBM (Easter bunny mom) was tired. I was going to get up early but we had a horrible storm last night. I house alarm went off 4 or 5 times. Every time I had just fallen asleep. So I'm tired &amp;amp; dragging this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Colin has seen the bag w/ the chocolate bunny &amp;amp; other candy. I told him I added some things to his basket. He actually had gotten into the small Hersey bars. He asked if he could have them &amp;amp; I sd yes. Of course I wasn't paying attention &amp;amp; vaguely remembered the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I made a basket for my nieces &amp;amp; a bag for my parents. A little something for G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is not feeling well today. He hasn't been well for over a week.&lt;br /&gt;We are having dinner at my parents in less than 1 hour. I'm making pasta salad. My BIL loves it &amp;amp; I can no longer eat it. This being allergic to wheat &amp;amp; soy sucks. My being allergic to fish &amp;amp; seafood doesn't bother me because I've know all of my life. I love bread, pasta &amp;amp; Chinese food. I have to read every label carefully. I'm gradually getting rid of wheat products in my pantry.&lt;br /&gt;I have all kinds of pasta. I guess I'll make manacotti for the co-workers on the next food day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-1698469634137868495?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1698469634137868495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=1698469634137868495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1698469634137868495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1698469634137868495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-was-easter-bunny.html' title='WHERE WAS THE EASTER BUNNY'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4442600991413137933</id><published>2009-04-08T12:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:35:54.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 cars again</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I got my car back from the shop yesterday.  They were able to fix it without replacing the motor.  I'm so happy because it saved us money. &lt;br /&gt;A special Thank you shout out for mom &amp;amp; dad.   They helped pick up or take Colin to school.&lt;br /&gt;I called G this afternoon.  When he answered the phone I started singing on the road again.&lt;br /&gt;He started laughing.  He's been stuck at home the last 2 days during the day while I was at work in his truck.&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been a little off here but today it's a GORGEOUS day.   I spent most of my lunch hour outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4442600991413137933?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4442600991413137933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4442600991413137933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4442600991413137933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4442600991413137933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-cars-again.html' title='2 cars again'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6726029312411903938</id><published>2009-04-07T12:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:29:25.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Selling chocolate bars</title><content type='html'>Colin's school is selling chocolate bars to raise money. The first day he sold 10. That includes 3 to my dad, 1 to me, 1 to G &amp;amp; Colin bought 1. He sold 3 to 3 guys working on my parents home.&lt;br /&gt;My mom called him selfish because my niece is selling it too. My mom wanted Colin to split the sales with Colin but he wouldn't do it. This was before I got to her home. She picked the kids up from school because my car is on the blink &amp;amp; in the shop. We are down to 1 car.&lt;br /&gt;My mom wanted Colin to let me niece sell to papa. She said Colin ran to papa &amp;amp; asked him to buy candy. Of course papa &amp;amp; G bought from both children.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to go to home depot to sell the rest of the candy. I told him we couldn't do that without permission. It's called soliciting. He said let go to ______ &amp;amp; ______ he kept naming&lt;br /&gt;stores. We went to whole foods &amp;amp; he wanted to take them in the store &amp;amp; try to sell them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what kind of pep talk they gave these kids at school but he was/is fired up.&lt;br /&gt;I bought them to work today. 1. I'm always buying something from my co-workers for their kids schools. 2. We were buying too many ourselves. Oh my those with the carmel in the middle are so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6726029312411903938?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6726029312411903938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6726029312411903938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6726029312411903938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6726029312411903938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/selling-chocolate-bars.html' title='Selling chocolate bars'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-5921862078121016166</id><published>2009-04-01T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:35:05.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Student of the Month</title><content type='html'>Colin was chosen for student of the month in his school.  I'm surprised &amp;amp; proud.  I wonder if he would ever be chosen because he is not your typical student.  He his one of a kind.  I think having a male teacher has been good for him this year.  He thinks he teacher knows everything.  :)&lt;br /&gt;We made a poster last night to hang on the bulletin board.  Of course I didn't get a photo. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-5921862078121016166?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5921862078121016166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=5921862078121016166' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5921862078121016166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5921862078121016166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/student-of-month.html' title='Student of the Month'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-5301582533169992514</id><published>2009-03-31T12:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:10:13.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>March Mad Snow</title><content type='html'>Colin spent Sunday building a snowman. The snowman didn't turn out so well so he built 2 snow towers. It snowed most of the day Saturday. We had approx. 8" of snow. He wanted to build one Saturday but it was too cold.  I let him play in the snow Sunday afternoon.  It was melting as fast.  Thank goodness it all melted by Sunday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-5301582533169992514?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5301582533169992514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=5301582533169992514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5301582533169992514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5301582533169992514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-mad-snow.html' title='March Mad Snow'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7466537603647030144</id><published>2009-03-18T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:41:05.526-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I took the week off vacation.  Colin is on Spring Break.  I've done a little cleaning&lt;br /&gt;this week.   I wanted to do major spring cleaning.  I found myself getting a little&lt;br /&gt;resentful since hubby is still home daily recuperating.  I hate spending my&lt;br /&gt;vacation cleaning.  Why is it OK for women to spend her day off cleaning? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know one man that takes the day off to do yard work or any other&lt;br /&gt;household chores. &lt;br /&gt;We head out of town tomorrow for a little family getaway.  Colin has been&lt;br /&gt;very excited all week.  He's had his suitcase packed since this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7466537603647030144?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7466537603647030144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7466537603647030144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7466537603647030144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7466537603647030144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7232019643848231367</id><published>2009-03-10T12:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:29:58.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>protect you- Colin notes for sb</title><content type='html'>Mommy I need to protect you.   Daddy can protect me.  No he can't because of his hands.  He's sick.   He don't have a sword.  He can use your sword.  He can't hold a sword long because his hands hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7232019643848231367?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7232019643848231367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7232019643848231367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7232019643848231367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7232019643848231367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/03/protect-you-colin-notes-for-sb.html' title='protect you- Colin notes for sb'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-1789550040753042874</id><published>2009-02-25T11:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:45:22.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Our entire household has been sick for a week.  I'm really tired of being sick.  Today I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the road to recovery.  Colin is much better.  G is still a little under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have a little energy this weekend.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; take much to get too far behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to work on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;craftroom&lt;/span&gt;.  I started out with a bang &amp;amp; fizzled out quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-1789550040753042874?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1789550040753042874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=1789550040753042874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1789550040753042874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/1789550040753042874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-8457092094030331133</id><published>2009-02-11T14:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:48:14.961-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Tuesday is turning into a full evening for us.  I have my dance class at 5:30.  Colin has hip hop class at 6:30 &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;breakdance&lt;/span&gt; at 7:30.  It was easier for me when his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;breakdance&lt;/span&gt; class was at 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of joining the hip hop class for exercise.  I was so tired &amp;amp; sore after my dance class.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's wise to do 2 dance classes back to back if you are over the age of 25.  :)&lt;br /&gt;G's new medicine seems to be doing a little better.  He's not as cranky.  He said he feet are better.  My co worker that is having chemo for colon cancer was not able to take her last 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chemos&lt;/span&gt;.  Her white blood count is too low.  It's tough to sit close to her as she goes through this because I know how tough it is on her.  She's a little bummed because she wants the process to keep going so she can finish the chemo.&lt;br /&gt;My sister Karen had outpatient surgery on her neck.  She seems to be recovering fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-8457092094030331133?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8457092094030331133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=8457092094030331133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8457092094030331133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8457092094030331133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-400342380322982975</id><published>2009-02-07T02:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:40:46.289-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>new medicine</title><content type='html'>Hubby was sent to another Dr he changed one of his medicines. The new medicine is not working out well.  &lt;em&gt;I won't go into detail but it's not been fun.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had some migraine &amp;amp; allergy issues.  Our Colin seems to be healthy so yeah.  Someone in our home is in good health.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't done much in my craftroom lately.  I hope I do something this weekend.   I got some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;new fabulous sb paper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-400342380322982975?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/400342380322982975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=400342380322982975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/400342380322982975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/400342380322982975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-medicine.html' title='new medicine'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4886756603808544234</id><published>2009-01-28T09:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:29:34.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brrrr</title><content type='html'>It's freezing &amp;amp; the roads are horrible.  The mall was closed yesterday &amp;amp; most companies but I had to go to work.  :(  Today the roads were a little better but still horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Colin asked if he could go play in the snow.  I told him no currently has the sniffles.  School is out again today &amp;amp; most likely tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4886756603808544234?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4886756603808544234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4886756603808544234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4886756603808544234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4886756603808544234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/01/brrrr.html' title='brrrr'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-3084361111843725459</id><published>2009-01-22T12:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:41:58.664-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Hubby goes to the Dr</title><content type='html'>G's had a Dr visit today. They are going to change his medicine for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neuropathy&lt;/span&gt;. I sure hope it helps. He's so tired of being at home &amp;amp; not at work.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of bad news this week. A really sweet woman that took care of her ill husband for many years was just diagnosed w/ lung cancer. She didn't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;A 41 yr old co worker of mine died over the weekend. He didn't show up for church Sunday &amp;amp; didn't show up for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt; parade Monday. The police was sent to his home &amp;amp; they found him dead. I had just talked to him last week. We were walking back to his desk he asked what was wrong. I told him I wasn't feeling well. He grabbed my hand &amp;amp; said let pray. He started praying that I feel better. I told him I did feel better &amp;amp; Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me is these things seem to happen to good people. The people running around inflicting nothing but pain &amp;amp; evil into the world don't seem to get cancer. I don't think life is a cake walk for anyone but I don't like to see bad things happen to good people. I know it's reality but I still don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Colin wanted to stay home from school inaugural day. He said only he &amp;amp; one other boy would be in school. I said no one from your school called &amp;amp; said there would be no school so you are going.&lt;br /&gt;His school is not free so if they are open he is there unless he's sick or vacation. His school always seem to be so shocked that we take him out of school to go on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I'm sure they will show the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt; at school on TV &amp;amp; they did. I remember watching man walk on the moon on TV at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my mother!!  Your the best.  Maybe someone will tell you I mentioned it on the blog.  My mom doesn't read my blog.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-3084361111843725459?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3084361111843725459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=3084361111843725459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3084361111843725459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/3084361111843725459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/01/hubby-goes-to-dr.html' title='Hubby goes to the Dr'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6203893310190440624</id><published>2009-01-14T14:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:49:36.510-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>G is ill</title><content type='html'>G is not feeling well.  He's been sick for a few days. He has a call into the Dr. They want him to see a neurologist.  I wasn't pleased w/ my neurologist visit.  I went for headaches &amp;amp; they told me I had carpel tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it's nothing major. He could use a break on the health issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6203893310190440624?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6203893310190440624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6203893310190440624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6203893310190440624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6203893310190440624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/01/g-is-ill.html' title='G is ill'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6032645008458713210</id><published>2009-01-12T12:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:31:21.089-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Feeling good</title><content type='html'>I feel so much better. Eating better &amp;amp; exercise is the key for me. I'm so proud of myself. I climbed 6 flights of stairs this morning. I wasn't breathing as hard as I was a month ago climbing 3 flights. Yeah I'm getting into shape.&lt;br /&gt;K, mom &amp;amp; I are meeting at mom's house Sunday evenings to weigh. I wasn't going to weigh because my new jeans were a little snug. I was certain I had gained weight &amp;amp; who needs that downer. I decided to weigh &amp;amp; was delighted I had lost almost 4 pounds. I'm sure it will be back next week but I will not be discouraged today.&lt;br /&gt;May goal is to climb 5 more flights this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is a little down because he's gaining weight. With the feet issues he can't be as mobile as he would like. I want to say quit buying pop &amp;amp; ice cream. I quit buying it years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ago&lt;/span&gt; so he goes to the grocery store &amp;amp; buys his pop, ice cream &amp;amp; cookies. He's an adult &amp;amp; know he should eat better. I've emailed &amp;amp; shared countless literature on the benefit of certain foods for fighting cancer. Years ago when he was more fit &amp;amp; I was not; he didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;harass&lt;/span&gt; me so I will not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;harass&lt;/span&gt; him. Please pray for his feet, some days he gets very frustrated. I understand &amp;amp; wish it was more I could do to help him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6032645008458713210?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6032645008458713210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6032645008458713210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6032645008458713210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6032645008458713210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling good'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6433387104901311567</id><published>2009-01-09T12:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:35:07.936-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Fitness 09</title><content type='html'>I'm working hard to keep walking 4 flights of stairs twice a day. My joints hurt really bad Wednesday but I kept walking. I know their are people that can't walk so I don't want to complain. It's supposed to be 70 degrees today but tonight close to freezing. Never a dull moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin attended his first break dance class. He did great. He was a little lost in the beginning but by the end of class he had nailed the moves. They all get in a large circle &amp;amp; free style dance, at the end of class. Colin had a ball. He did his best moves, he was so cute. Most of the class is really advance. He cheered when several of them did head spins. He can head spin too; but I hate to see him do it. It scares me &amp;amp; I don't want him to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is still having the same feet issues. Yesterday he was in pain watching the big game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6433387104901311567?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6433387104901311567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6433387104901311567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6433387104901311567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6433387104901311567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/01/fitness-09.html' title='Fitness 09'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-6518462140841790611</id><published>2009-01-05T12:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:23:28.481-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Work in progress</title><content type='html'>My sister, mom &amp;amp; I started a healthy plan. We all want to lose weight &amp;amp; be healthier.&lt;br /&gt;We weighed, measured &amp;amp; signed a contract with ourselves. This morning I came into work &amp;amp; a co-worker brought in donuts from an awesome bakery. So far today I've resisted. I hope they are all eaten soon. :) I did climb 4 flights of stairs. I plan to do 4 more in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G sd Colin was not so excited to return to school today. He is excited about gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;He did a backhand spring last week &amp;amp; I wasn't there because I was still at work.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to see him do a back handspring today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G's hands are much better. He still drops things from time to time but not as often. His feet still give him trouble. The Dr had upped the medication dosage but he's still having issues. He didn't sleep so well last night so he's napping today, since little precious is back in school. I hope he doesn't nap too long because he won't be able to sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-6518462140841790611?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6518462140841790611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=6518462140841790611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6518462140841790611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/6518462140841790611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2009/01/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in progress'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-8706199051205812237</id><published>2008-12-31T11:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:00:30.219-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft/scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>Do you make resolutions?   I do kinda sorta. I want to weigh less at the end of 2009 than I do right now.  I want to sb (scrapbook) more pages than 2008.   These were my resolutions for 2008 &amp;amp; I did keep both of them.  My key to success is to be vague. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no celebratory plans for tonight.  I for one &amp;amp; happy to welcome 2009.  2008 was not our greatest year health wise or financially.  I know 2009 will be better in both areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My craft room is coming along.  I guess I could finish it if I quit buying storage cubes.  Michaels sent me 50% off coupons so I bought some more cubes.   I painted a few of them last night.  It was warm in the day but it got colder last night.  I was outside freezing &amp;amp; painting in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Well I had the patio light.  I want to buy a few more cubes then I should be able to finish my room.  I want everything to have a place.  I think this is the secret to keeping organized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-8706199051205812237?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8706199051205812237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=8706199051205812237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8706199051205812237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8706199051205812237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4704085924565865533</id><published>2008-12-29T11:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:49:44.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>We had a great time during our time together for Christmas.  G practically ran from the house Wednesday Christmas eve.   He rarely shops before Christmas eve.  The time I wasn't visiting with family or playing with Colin &amp;amp; his new toys; I was working on my craft room.  I need to post photos.  I'm so happy with how it's coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really good Christmas.  Thanks so much to friends &amp;amp; family that were extra generous this year.  Many know our finances were much less this year.  I was pleasantly surprised with the people that showed even more generosity than normal.  We are grateful for all gifts, cards, well wishes &amp;amp; prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was especially surprised by my husbands male co-workers.  Many dropped by for visits but also brought gifts for us.  Some of the guys dropped by gifts for Colin.  It was such a nice &amp;amp; appreciated surprise.  The great hearts of people continue to amaze me. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;Colin has been a complete joy to watch.  The bed is full of his new favorite toys every night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4704085924565865533?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4704085924565865533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4704085924565865533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4704085924565865533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4704085924565865533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-2508633677685415473</id><published>2008-12-17T09:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:48:12.590-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>no school</title><content type='html'>We had no school Monday or Tuesday because of the ice.  This morning Colin didn't want to go to school.  He told G mommy was wrong there is no school today.  The side streets are still really bad but the main streets are better.&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the last day of school for Colin then he's on Christmas break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-2508633677685415473?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2508633677685415473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=2508633677685415473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2508633677685415473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2508633677685415473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-school.html' title='no school'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-167123273426915318</id><published>2008-12-15T09:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:31:43.015-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>Weekend trip weather</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the temperature went from 75 degree to 19 degree in a matter of hours.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time on our trip.  The Christmas party was fabulous.  It was good to see our friends.   Colin had a great time w/ my sister, nephew &amp;amp; BIL.   Thank you for watching our little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-167123273426915318?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/167123273426915318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=167123273426915318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/167123273426915318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/167123273426915318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-trip-weather.html' title='Weekend trip weather'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-2041253171511806558</id><published>2008-12-10T12:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:20:23.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft/scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>G's hands</title><content type='html'>G's hands are better but he still will drop things on occasion.  His feet are about the same.&lt;br /&gt;He goes to the Dr.  Friday to find out if he will have his port removed.  They require you to keep the port approx. 6 months after your treatment is finished.  I hope he gets it out so he can recover while he's still off work.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go to his company Christmas party this year.  He didn't want to go.  I had worked my self silly in the flower bed that day, so I was relieved he didn't want to attend the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craft room is progressing slowly.  I work on it almost every evening after work.  Where did all of this stuff come from?  Where is it all going?   Only one wall on my plan o gram has worked out like I planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-2041253171511806558?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2041253171511806558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=2041253171511806558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2041253171511806558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2041253171511806558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/gs-hands.html' title='G&apos;s hands'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-2655100117722771022</id><published>2008-12-09T12:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:11:17.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Here comes Santa</title><content type='html'>We spent a few hours waiting in line for Santa &amp;amp; the photo.  I'll try to remember to post it.&lt;br /&gt;Colin forgot to bring his letter so we will mail it.  What does the Post Office does w/ all of the&lt;br /&gt;Santa letters?  When we were in the car to go see Santa he said "Are we going to Santa's house?"&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sd&lt;/span&gt; no Santa lives at the North Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder how many parents use Santa, as a way to get really good behavior out of their children during December.  I must confess I didn't introduce Colin to the idea of Santa but I do use it for good behavior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-2655100117722771022?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2655100117722771022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=2655100117722771022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2655100117722771022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2655100117722771022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-comes-santa.html' title='Here comes Santa'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-5580247725011939951</id><published>2008-12-05T12:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:20:37.495-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>grateful quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/STlwQpMdLFI/AAAAAAAAEDw/IY1XuqF0cX0/s1600-h/DSC03438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276371869679561810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/STlwQpMdLFI/AAAAAAAAEDw/IY1XuqF0cX0/s200/DSC03438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin was so grateful for his birthday gifts. He loved gift after gift. He said as he was opening one of the gifts "My family is the best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it makes me a little sad that we will move away in a few years. I wish our town was more excepting &amp;amp; multi cultural. I just don't want him raised around all of this racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get photos of him jumping up &amp;amp; down opening his gifts but I didn't get any good shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a few of him gasping as he opened gifts but I want to blur his school name on his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;You never know if some perv is searching for places to visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-5580247725011939951?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5580247725011939951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=5580247725011939951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5580247725011939951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5580247725011939951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/grateful-quotes.html' title='grateful quotes'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/STlwQpMdLFI/AAAAAAAAEDw/IY1XuqF0cX0/s72-c/DSC03438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4024874460740764481</id><published>2008-12-04T12:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:08:51.616-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my little precious. He's so excited. G will take cupcakes up to his school this afternoon for his class. I will take a cake over to my mom's after school. Most of the family will be there. I hope he's OK with not having a real party this year. He will love his gift; he's been asking for it for months. No, it's not the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara is staying with mom for a few days &amp;amp; doing much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4024874460740764481?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4024874460740764481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4024874460740764481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4024874460740764481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4024874460740764481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-2732118996308242846</id><published>2008-12-02T09:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:12:06.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heros / Sheros'/><title type='text'>Aunt Clara</title><content type='html'>Please say a special prayer for my aunt. She had surgery yesterday.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;G had a Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; today.  His blood work is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-2732118996308242846?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2732118996308242846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=2732118996308242846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2732118996308242846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/2732118996308242846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/aunt-clara.html' title='Aunt Clara'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-69996786899175691</id><published>2008-12-01T12:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:30:55.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craftroom progress</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited.  I spent most of the last few days working on my craft room.  It is coming along nicely.  My right hand is sore from painting &amp;amp; carpentry work.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt had a big birthday party Saturday night.  We all had a great time.   Colin managed to dance w/ his sore knee.  G danced w/ his hurting feet.  I had a good time dancing too.  The first really long electric slide I was out of breath but after that song I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;G did have his dress shoes on to wear to the party but he took them off because they hurt his feet.   So he was dressed nice until you saw his socks &amp;amp; flip flops.  He wears wool socks to keep his feet warm; they coldness makes them ache more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I could really tell I had not walked the steps in 4 days.   I was breathing hard on the second flight.  It's so hard to get in shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-69996786899175691?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/69996786899175691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=69996786899175691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/69996786899175691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/69996786899175691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/craftroom-progress.html' title='Craftroom progress'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7331751029845051276</id><published>2008-11-24T05:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:45:14.934-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Colin is better</title><content type='html'>He has a cold &amp;amp; left school sick Friday.  His school called my sister Karen, she emailed me.  I can't figure out why they never have G or my cell phone number.  Our numbers haven't changed in 6 yrs.  I think it's because my niece Karen's daughter goes to the same school.  I'm sure they ask my niece for her mom's number.   Colin has our home number memorized.  I need to teach him my cell number.&lt;br /&gt;G picked Colin up from school he said he wanted his Aunt Karen.  He took him to my mom's &amp;amp; she kept a close eye on him.   They were home when I got home.   Colin's asthma gave him issues thought the night which meant I didn't sleep by watched him breath.   I hate when he gets a cold it always causes issues w/ his asthma.     He was better Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7331751029845051276?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7331751029845051276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7331751029845051276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7331751029845051276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7331751029845051276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/11/colin-is-better.html' title='Colin is better'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4455204235192324345</id><published>2008-11-23T15:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:52:02.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>I DVR the Oprah &amp;amp; Dr Phil show.   I found it very interesting the things women do for beauty all over the world.  Brazil is the diet pill capital of the world; they are second to the US in plastic surgery.  You can be poor &amp;amp; put your plastic surgery on a payment plan.  Women cover most of their body  &amp;amp; hair in Iran,  so most get nose jobs.  It is a status symbol to wear the bandage.  Japaneses women bleach &amp;amp; whiten their skin &amp;amp; straighten their hair. Most of the hair for hair weaves come from the women in India that sacrifice their hair to a God that loves hair.  They get pennies &amp;amp; some hair weaves cost $4000. &lt;br /&gt; Mauritania West Africa plump women are more desirable.  They force feed young girls to fatten them up.  The men are drawn to the larger women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4455204235192324345?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4455204235192324345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4455204235192324345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4455204235192324345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4455204235192324345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/11/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-5172547275610183948</id><published>2008-11-20T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:23:38.696-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>78</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was 78 degrees today it's 54.  I wished I would have cleaned out my flower bed. &lt;br /&gt;I made space for the guys Christmas tree in the family room.  We may bring down the decorations this weekend.  I'm not going to put the girl tree up this year, unless by some miracle, I finish my craftroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 2 birthday parties this weekend &amp;amp; one next weekend.  Colin is ready for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;He keeps asking when is November going to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a prize from his teacher yesterday for doing so well on the craft project.  I'm sure the teacher didn't know he's been making crafts w/ me his mommy since he was 3 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G really wants to get Colin the Wii for Christmas.  I want to wait until next year.  On most things I get my way, when it comes to Christmas gifts for Colin; G gets his way.  No, G usually just goes &amp;amp; buys what he wants him to have w/out me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G had a good day with his feet.  We will take progress, it doesn't matter how small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-5172547275610183948?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5172547275610183948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=5172547275610183948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5172547275610183948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/5172547275610183948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/11/78.html' title='78'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-8637809942235303598</id><published>2008-11-14T12:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:30:49.242-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>GM</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged about G in a few days. It seemed like every time I wrote he was doing better he would have a bad day. He has done really well this week. I hope we have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;His hands are much better &amp;amp; his feet are improving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-8637809942235303598?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8637809942235303598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=8637809942235303598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8637809942235303598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/8637809942235303598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/11/gm.html' title='GM'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-4027710201712985816</id><published>2008-11-13T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:20:05.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><title type='text'>Wii</title><content type='html'>Colin wants a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas.  I told him w/ couldn't afford to get him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; this year.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sd&lt;/span&gt; they are only $300.00.  I told him 300.00 was a lot of money &amp;amp; to write down 300 tick marks.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sd&lt;/span&gt; he would ask Auntie Karen to buy him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;.  Karen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sd&lt;/span&gt; I should buy him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; in front of Colin.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sd&lt;/span&gt; you do that, ask Auntie Karen.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's pretty sure we will not buy him a wii this year.  Yesterday he was playing around the house, he was practicing his karate moves.  G asked him what was he doing he sd, he was practicing for a karate contest.  The prize is $300.00 &amp;amp; I can buy my wii.  I sd "How will they know you are in the contest?"  He sd they are smart, they are mens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-4027710201712985816?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4027710201712985816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=4027710201712985816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4027710201712985816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/4027710201712985816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/11/wii.html' title='Wii'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7660854380197588961</id><published>2008-11-09T15:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:39:37.333-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel/vacation'/><title type='text'>pool fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SRdYSlanMAI/AAAAAAAADtQ/pSH7d3g_p60/s1600-h/109_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266775365537705986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SRdYSlanMAI/AAAAAAAADtQ/pSH7d3g_p60/s200/109_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun morning at the pool. Colin &amp;amp; I played pool basketball. I got to shoot a few times. According to Colin it was always his turn to shoot. The heated pool wasn't 80* Thank goodness the weather was warm &amp;amp; sunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7660854380197588961?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7660854380197588961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7660854380197588961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7660854380197588961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7660854380197588961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/11/pool-fun.html' title='pool fun'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SRdYSlanMAI/AAAAAAAADtQ/pSH7d3g_p60/s72-c/109_1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836419370880225352.post-7353129303434258957</id><published>2008-11-06T15:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:17:22.133-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel/vacation'/><title type='text'>A day at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SRNezplUEaI/AAAAAAAADtE/E-CzVUkpOvA/s1600-h/109_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265656630754939298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SRNezplUEaI/AAAAAAAADtE/E-CzVUkpOvA/s200/109_1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SRNeg8ObJOI/AAAAAAAADs8/VNqxoe4EuwA/s1600-h/109_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265656309341693154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SRNeg8ObJOI/AAAAAAAADs8/VNqxoe4EuwA/s200/109_1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is gorgeous. We had a fabulous time at the beach. Here are a couple of photos of Colin. One is building a sand castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836419370880225352-7353129303434258957?l=tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7353129303434258957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836419370880225352&amp;postID=7353129303434258957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7353129303434258957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836419370880225352/posts/default/7353129303434258957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tm1-tmscrap.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-at-beach.html' title='A day at the beach'/><author><name>tm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210013217153733997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dbvGZ7fmiFM/SRNezplUEaI/AAAAAAAADtE/E-CzVUkpOvA/s72-c/109_1087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
