<?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-4225066597563031292</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:35:36.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana in the Mile High City</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes even the greatest joys bring challenge</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-3028339245822027762</id><published>2008-12-04T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:10:12.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving day has arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/STgaudqVe0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/OK-wkqQl5ps/s1600-h/Moving+day+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/STgaudqVe0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/OK-wkqQl5ps/s400/Moving+day+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275996349003037506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is finally here and YES... it is SNOWING!  The packers are here now and they are packing everything in sight.  Things are very crazy around here so this will be a short post.  I still have a hundred things to do but I had to catch up on my blog... I don’t have time to catch up with all of my blogging friends now but I hope to very soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/STgbUBZlKXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EQNkTNZg5MI/s1600-h/Moving+day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/STgbUBZlKXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EQNkTNZg5MI/s400/Moving+day+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275996994251598194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found a house to rent in Oklahoma and we will be renting our house out because it hasn't sold yet.  This has been a very stressful time for hubby and I and it doesn't help that I have to say good-bye to my darling daughter.  I just hate leaving her behind... oh I know... we will see each other as much as possible and she is of course grown and she can take care of herself.  She has been a pretty self-sufficient person most of her life.  She is very independent and has her own mind.  I am very proud of her and I admire her strength.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moving truck will be here tomorrow and off we will go… to the NEXT chapter in our lives…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-3028339245822027762?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/3028339245822027762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=3028339245822027762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3028339245822027762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3028339245822027762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving-day-has-arrived.html' title='Moving day has arrived'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/STgaudqVe0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/OK-wkqQl5ps/s72-c/Moving+day+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-3458126207134648980</id><published>2008-11-15T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:04:22.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey Home!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my journey... my journey back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile since my last post and I have truly missed it.  I have missed my blogging friends very much and I sure hope you all remember me!  I have also missed just having the time to sit down on the computer and just express myself and create and post the latest goings on in my life.  I have been so very busy with this move and I just haven't had any time to spare at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a trip to Oklahoma a couple of weeks ago and got to watch my little Jenna while my oldest son and daughter-in-law were at work.  I had sooo much fun!  She is really growing.  She is crawling all over the house now and pulling herself up and she has really discovered her voice.  She thinks she can talk to you… Ohhhh it is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SR8a5WSUzVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8LMfbdnFIb0/s1600-h/Jenna+10-08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SR8a5WSUzVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8LMfbdnFIb0/s400/Jenna+10-08+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268959661584076114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the Mile High City as I write this post and will be making my official move on the 24th of November.  My house hasn’t sold YET!  Hubby and I are starting to get a little nervous.  We gotta keep the faith!  I have had a lot of showings… that is good but no bites yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on finding a job soon in Oklahoma and I even have my first interview scheduled on the 25th.  I have found four possible apartments for rent that hubby will be going to look at this weekend and so the plan is to move into an apartment until our house sells.  Hubby loves his new job and my youngest son has found employment.  I think everything is coming together… except the house just has to sell… SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… that’s what I’ve been up to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very happy to be moving back home and it feels so good!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-3458126207134648980?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/3458126207134648980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=3458126207134648980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3458126207134648980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3458126207134648980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-journey-home.html' title='My Journey Home!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SR8a5WSUzVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8LMfbdnFIb0/s72-c/Jenna+10-08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-2917930425739248244</id><published>2008-10-15T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:36:22.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the move</title><content type='html'>The house is "staged", we have it listed... now all I need is a buyer!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SPalEby98tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/snPoe_suwvc/s1600-h/For+sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SPalEby98tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/snPoe_suwvc/s400/For+sale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257571110601224914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have have had some "lookers" but that is all they have been so far.  I believe that God has brought us this far and I know that he can bring us a buyer!  I just have to keep the faith.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby started his new job last Monday and is now living in a townhome with my youngest son.  They call me every evening to see if I'm lonely but I have to say... I'm really not.  Sometimes it's very nice to be by yourself.  I've had a lot of time to think and to reflect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling daughter and her boyfriend came to stay with me last weekend.  We had a great time.  I will miss her so very much.  I wish she was still a little girl and I could just pack her up and take her with me like so many times before.  Sadly that isn't going to work this time... she says that she won't move to Oklahoma ... Never ... but I say... you can't say NEVER!  You just never know what God has planned for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a current picture of my sweet little Jenna.  She is now crawling all over the house!  I have missed so much and have a lot to catch up on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SPanqBIJ0KI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2BpnDVdNExM/s1600-h/100_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SPanqBIJ0KI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2BpnDVdNExM/s400/100_1630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257573955300610210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at work will be my six year anniversary which is October 28th.  I will be taking a trip soon to Oklahoma on the 31st.  I'm not sure when we will move our furniture yet.  We are just taking one day at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-2917930425739248244?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/2917930425739248244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=2917930425739248244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2917930425739248244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2917930425739248244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-move.html' title='On the move'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SPalEby98tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/snPoe_suwvc/s72-c/For+sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-2565222240564217626</id><published>2008-09-26T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:31:56.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My BIG News!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever asked yourself the questions "How on earth did I get here?" and "Will I ever go back home?." Going home is not always that easy or simple. Sometimes it takes many years. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After nearly eleven years of living in this beautiful mountain state, &lt;strong&gt;I'm going home -- back to my home state&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;back to Oklahoma&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SN0dubcu7fI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uHBlPBaoE4c/s1600-h/Moving.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SN0dubcu7fI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uHBlPBaoE4c/s400/Moving.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250385424063327730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I moved to away from our home state in July of 1987 to the great state of Texas because he was transferred.  At first I was very sad to leave family and move to the “big city” but I very quickly adjusted and grew to love Houston.  That may sound a little strange to some people but I really did love living in that big state.  My kids basically grew up there and we had a lot of friends, nice church and many things to do.  I loved the mild winters, TexMex, seafood, Bluebell ice cream (yes I love food!) and well you name it… Texas has everything.   Well that all changed one day when hubby came home and announced that the mountains and dryer climate was calling him.  I admit that mountains and a nice climate IS the only thing that Texas doesn’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven years ago my two youngest kids were still in high school and even though we took a family vote and it was 3-1 to stay in Texas … Hubby said we would move anyway.  My oldest son didn’t get to vote because he was already moved back to Oklahoma and going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to move to this beautiful state and really it has never felt like “home”.  Never the less, another chapter in our lives began.&lt;br /&gt;As the years ticked by, I would often complain to people that hubby dragged me here kicking and screaming and they would look at me like I was CRAZY!  “How can you not LOVE this beautiful state?” they would say.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Over the past year, it became increasingly harder for me to be content here. My oldest son and his wife were expecting my first grandchild.  YEA!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            (My little Jenna Joy!  The reason for this blog really.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was traveling back much more, and I was finding I missed home even more.  Besides my little bundle of Joy… I felt like I needed to be closer to my mom.  She is getting up there in age and I want to help my sisters take care of her and spend as much time with her as possible. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well bless hubby’s heart…He knows how I want to be closer to family.  He has been looking for another job for a couple of months now and after an interview on September 19, 2008… I can now tell everyone… Hubby has a new job in Oklahoma!  Prayer does work.  I can hardly believe the change that's about to come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the sad part.  No… the sad part is not leaving this beautiful state because it’s beautiful with its purple mountain majesties. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The really sad part is I will be leaving my darling daughter behind.  Through the years the kids have adjusted quite nicely.  A lot better than me.  She is 26 years old now and it is her choice.  She does have a boyfriend here and so I will have to convince the both of them to move.  My youngest son is prepared to make the move with us.  YEA! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess I will have to change the name of my blog now.  Stay tuned… I have a new name that I will reveal soon.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-2565222240564217626?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/2565222240564217626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=2565222240564217626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2565222240564217626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2565222240564217626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-big-news.html' title='My BIG News!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SN0dubcu7fI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uHBlPBaoE4c/s72-c/Moving.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-6950260439870087957</id><published>2008-09-25T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:00:56.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes life worthwhile?</title><content type='html'>I recieved this in an email today and thought it was worth posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take time to dream -- it hitches your soul to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take time to work -- it is the price of success.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take time to think -- it is the source of power.&lt;br /&gt;4. Take time to play -- it is the secret of youth.&lt;br /&gt;5. Take time to read -- it is the foundation of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;6. Take time to worship -- it is the highway of reverence and washes the dust of   earth from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Take time to laugh -- it helps with life's loads.&lt;br /&gt;8. Take time for health -- it is the true treasure of life.&lt;br /&gt;9. Take time for friends -- they are the source of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;10. Take time to love -- it is the source of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course... this is what life is all about for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SNvOk_yyXrI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Sxb6lXqlDIk/s1600-h/Jenna3+9-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SNvOk_yyXrI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Sxb6lXqlDIk/s400/Jenna3+9-08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016925625507506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Jenna Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SNvNwoGe6sI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3UeQBH3tthk/s1600-h/Jenna2+9-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SNvNwoGe6sI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3UeQBH3tthk/s400/Jenna2+9-08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016025912470210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what Nana is missing out on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SNvOIHM3OfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/G4oe8xDCWwk/s1600-h/Jenna+9-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SNvOIHM3OfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/G4oe8xDCWwk/s400/Jenna+9-08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016429397719538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the babygirl grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just have to try and move there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-6950260439870087957?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/6950260439870087957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=6950260439870087957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/6950260439870087957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/6950260439870087957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-its-all-about.html' title='What makes life worthwhile?'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SNvOk_yyXrI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Sxb6lXqlDIk/s72-c/Jenna3+9-08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-3169334512048920643</id><published>2008-09-24T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:47:17.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new obsession</title><content type='html'>As you can see from my last post… I have now changed my blog header twice in the last two weeks.  I have been in a dilemma lately as to how to revamp my page.  My biggest problem is How to Add a Page Element.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Because of Connie’s referral to Bannerofblessings.blogspot.com I found another cool website called Cutestblogontheblock.blogspot.com  Both are free and I love their products but I can’t figure out how to add a page element.  !!  I have been so frustrated and staying up late at night researching and trying different things to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;If you have any suggestions I would love to hear from you.  The problem is when I go to my Layout tab… there is no Add a Page Element button to select only Add a Gadget.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In the meantime… I have discovered Scrapblog.com.  It is so cool.  I haven’t scrapbooked very much so this is kind of a learning experience.  This free website not only lets you create on-line scrapbook pages but you can also create a “header” for your blog as well.  I have wanted to find something like this for a long time now.  It is so addicting… I think I will probably be changing my page with every season.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-3169334512048920643?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/3169334512048920643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=3169334512048920643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3169334512048920643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3169334512048920643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-obsession.html' title='My new obsession'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-1778569304202151314</id><published>2008-09-14T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:54:53.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Banner</title><content type='html'>I'm trying out a new banner... I'm not sure if I like it or not.  I don't have graphic software on my computer so I have to just do what I can with my photo editor.  I am thinking of paying someone to create a new banner for me.  I just can't decide... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful day here in the Mile High City.  Perfect weather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I took Beau for a walk earlier today.  Other than that it has been a lazy Sunday.  Just the kind I like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-1778569304202151314?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/1778569304202151314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=1778569304202151314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/1778569304202151314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/1778569304202151314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-banner.html' title='New Banner'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-4173946508346809159</id><published>2008-09-11T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:45:03.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We will never forget!</title><content type='html'>There are events in our lives that we will never forget.  Maybe the days that will never be erased from our memories are happy days like the births of our children or our wedding day but there are also those sad and terrible events in our lives that we will never forget.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One horrible day that I know that I will never forget is September 11, 2001!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our older seniors also remember Pearl Harbor.  My mom was in high school and says that her class listened to the news report on the radio.  I'm sure that was a terrible and scary time.  My dad joined the Navy his senior year in school.  This was approximately a year or two after the bombing of Pearl Harbor but he did see many things and served his county well. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I may be old but not quite old enough to remember President Kennedy's assassination.  That was another sad and terrible time for America.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it’s been 7 years. I can’t believe that one day in history can change so many lives, and leave such a lasting impression. I think I will always remember the events of that day- the fear, the confusion, the surprise that something like that could happen to US! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about you... I know you will agree with me.. September 11, 2001 is a day that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SMlmcrSLqFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/v7yp_Bsvr60/s1600-h/sept11-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SMlmcrSLqFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/v7yp_Bsvr60/s320/sept11-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244835883891009618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-4173946508346809159?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/4173946508346809159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=4173946508346809159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/4173946508346809159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/4173946508346809159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/09/always-remember.html' title='We will never forget!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SMlmcrSLqFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/v7yp_Bsvr60/s72-c/sept11-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-5695348975803835167</id><published>2008-09-03T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:55:08.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh look... It’s September!</title><content type='html'>I've been scarce for the past month and so once again I say sorry... I’ve been a little busy lately.   I have been reading some other blogs but just couldn’t find the time to even leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short list of reasons includes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing big... just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is now September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the calendar tells me that it is still summer, the feeling of the atmosphere outside has turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is lower in the sky and the air is crisper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was Labor Day weekend and I believe it is a completely appropriate name because hubby and I spent much of the weekend laboring.  Hubby worked on our balcony/deck (a big project that he has been working on for quite a while now) and I worked on cleaning and organizing the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sweeping the floors and scrubbing toilets I got a little misty.  The urine streaks were enough to draw tears, but that was not the entire picture.  I pondered as to what it was that made me so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of it is that I do not do well with change.  Change is good, yes, but it always causes issues for me.  Whether the change is good or bad I consistently have a hard time with it all.  I get a little angry, a little weepy, a little out of sorts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the drama over the changing of the seasons?  They are completely and utterly out of my control.  Nothing I say or do will cause it to stop, to stay, to reverse itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, in all of her glory, is fading. Fast. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Back in May I posted about how excited I was for summer to begin and how summer is my favorite season.  I just don’t want it to end yet.  I have unfinished projects to do still yet.  Like paint my upstairs.  I planned to do this back in May…WHERE does time go???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on summer…hold on a little bit longer. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh well… I will get to see my Jenna at the end of this month.  Woo Hoo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I do enjoy cool nights, the fireplace and pumpkin pie… pumpkin pie especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SL8-J0NEUXI/AAAAAAAAATI/JmxePx0IfjY/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SL8-J0NEUXI/AAAAAAAAATI/JmxePx0IfjY/s320/fall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241976829635744114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...Bring on FALL! I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-5695348975803835167?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/5695348975803835167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=5695348975803835167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/5695348975803835167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/5695348975803835167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-look-its-september.html' title='Oh look... It’s September!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SL8-J0NEUXI/AAAAAAAAATI/JmxePx0IfjY/s72-c/fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-1980514709612706975</id><published>2008-08-15T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:19:08.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Wow… I can’t believe how long it’s been since I have posted anything!  It has almost been A MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a hiatus I guess.  That is what the more popular blogs call it when they haven’t posted in a while when they are actually missed.  Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Utah Grammie!&lt;/strong&gt; At least I have one person that misses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SKYqDWoMD-I/AAAAAAAAASo/qCv8ZMF0LVw/s1600-h/8-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SKYqDWoMD-I/AAAAAAAAASo/qCv8ZMF0LVw/s320/8-08+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234917853966897122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy lately I just haven’t had time to update.  I went to see my little Jenna and got to watch her for a whole week while my son and daughter-in-law were at work.  That was sooo much fun.  I LOVED it!  I also got to spend some time with my mom and sisters.  My best friend from Jr. High School… (yes, I said Jr. High School)  drove back to the Mile High City with me.  My BFF was coming to see her daughter that has just moved to the area.  We had a blast on our 11 hour road trip!   The day flew by.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As I have stated in a previous post… I don’t watch much tv but this week has been different.  With the exception of an occasional show on the Food Network or HGTV this week I am all about the Olympics in the evenings. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I'm a Phelps fan. (Isn't everyone?!) I mean, is this kid amazing, or what?  And he seems so nice. His mom looks nice too.  She looks so proud!  And she should be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite for me is beach volleyball.  Oh yes people, volleyball.  And for me, with the volleyball event, it's not just the volleyball game, it's the fact that it's in the sand and I love those cool little benches to take-a-break-and-have-a-sip-of-water areas they provide for the players and Ohhh …our US girls really ROCK!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny …I'm not an athletic person by any stretch of the imagination, and I never have been. I played volleyball high school.  (Let me clarify…in PE)  I hated playing it because it hurt my hands and wrists but it’s been so much fun to watch.  There is something different about the Olympics. Maybe it's the fact that it's all about the world's best young athletes, still mainly unknown, giving their all out there. Or the ceremony of the award presentation and the fact that yes, if you are talented enough and work hard enough you can do it.  Except that I am wondering about the honesty of the Chinese government and the age of the China gold medalist girl gymnast. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have always loved watching the girl’s gymnastics but I haven’t had much of a chance to watch them since they have been coming on late here in MST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another observation from my cozy recliner in the living room is tattoos. Have you noticed how many of these young athletes are sporting the Olympic rings tattood somewhere on them?!  The shoulder seems to be the most common location.  While I am from an age group that are not necessarily fans of body art, these look kind of cool and I can understand the symbolism of it all.  I said Kind Of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is what I’ve been up to…I hope I still have some blogger friends out there!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-1980514709612706975?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/1980514709612706975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=1980514709612706975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/1980514709612706975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/1980514709612706975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SKYqDWoMD-I/AAAAAAAAASo/qCv8ZMF0LVw/s72-c/8-08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-5962755471148820267</id><published>2008-07-18T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:51:38.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the Frontier!</title><content type='html'>I have lived in the Mile High City area for 10 years now but hubby and I haven't ever been to the Cheyenne Frontier Days events so this weekend we will giving it a whirl... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SIDlwOeyzlI/AAAAAAAAASg/utGD4QWk0dw/s1600-h/Frontier+Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SIDlwOeyzlI/AAAAAAAAASg/utGD4QWk0dw/s320/Frontier+Days.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224428184433512018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee Haw!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-5962755471148820267?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/5962755471148820267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=5962755471148820267' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/5962755471148820267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/5962755471148820267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/07/off-to-the-frountier.html' title='Off to the Frontier!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SIDlwOeyzlI/AAAAAAAAASg/utGD4QWk0dw/s72-c/Frontier+Days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-2971693162323142662</id><published>2008-07-16T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:36:34.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Beau</title><content type='html'>Today I am going to introduce you to my dog Beau. I have been inspired by&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A Cottage in the Making &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; About a week ago Joanne wrote about her “Two Boys” Elton (as in Elton John) and Zeke.  Her inspiration came from Nancy, over at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Crafty Little Page&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Nancy was hosting DOG DAYS OF SUMMER in which she was asking everyone to post about their dogs and cats and she just knew she had to join in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7Ec0JC8-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/nLaJwKqwvo4/s1600-h/dogblog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7Ec0JC8-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/nLaJwKqwvo4/s320/dogblog.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223828617108321250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I too have to join in… even though it’s taken me awhile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7FhNCSiWI/AAAAAAAAASA/S7nrgqhLQZ8/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7FhNCSiWI/AAAAAAAAASA/S7nrgqhLQZ8/s320/DSC01742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223829792021973346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Beau when he was 2 month’s old.  He was such a cute little puppy.  He was the center of attention that is for sure and he still is the center of attention… If he isn’t he will find a way to get your attention.  He does love to get things out of the bathroom trash… which isn’t very pleasant.  His nightly game is to sneak into the bathroom, grab a used Kleenex and run! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7KNAS3mUI/AAAAAAAAASY/ajICjryG-w8/s1600-h/04_05_08+Hikes+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7KNAS3mUI/AAAAAAAAASY/ajICjryG-w8/s320/04_05_08+Hikes+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223834942562605378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to go on hikes with hubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7IJb1bueI/AAAAAAAAASI/vufbj8TZLO0/s1600-h/Beau+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7IJb1bueI/AAAAAAAAASI/vufbj8TZLO0/s320/Beau+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223832682212604386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves his yard and loves to go on “patrol”.  He patrols the yard many times during the day and since we have a doggy door he has been known to take a patrol during the night as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau is more than a companion. Since hubby travels a lot and the kids are all out of the house I really don’t know what I would do without him.  He makes me feel safe and definitely keeps me company.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7JWOuE_gI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FF1i3rOb34I/s1600-h/Duane%27s+B+Day+2006+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7JWOuE_gI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FF1i3rOb34I/s320/Duane%27s+B+Day+2006+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223834001542020610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-2971693162323142662?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/2971693162323142662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=2971693162323142662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2971693162323142662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2971693162323142662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dog-beau.html' title='My Dog Beau'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SH7Ec0JC8-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/nLaJwKqwvo4/s72-c/dogblog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-3988606933154954406</id><published>2008-07-09T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:11:43.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's Babygirl SMILES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SHWM1zIMNAI/AAAAAAAAARw/BLhJztkLW0M/s1600-h/Jenna+3+months+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SHWM1zIMNAI/AAAAAAAAARw/BLhJztkLW0M/s400/Jenna+3+months+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221234198891475970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna has been smiling for a while now but I finally have pictures to prove it!  I finally received a disk of 50 pictures of my little Jenna today. I have been wanting to post updated pictures of her but my son has been BUSY and couldn’t seem to get around to sending me a disk. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hummm… Imagine that… he has been busy.  I wonder why he has been so busy?  It’s not like he has a lot of responsibility now or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also received this article from him in an email today.  I thought it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By JoNel Aleccia&lt;br /&gt;Health writer&lt;br /&gt;MSNBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's first smiles give mom's brain a buzz &lt;br /&gt;Tiny grins light up reward centers that lead to quality care, study says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any mother who's ever felt a jolt of joy at her baby’s first grin knows how intoxicating that can be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, scientists at the Baylor College of Medicine say there’s more to the baby buzz than just a rush of happy feelings. Turns out that seeing your own child smile actually activates the pleasure receptors in the brain typically associated with food, sex  — and drug addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It may be that seeing your own baby’s face is like a ‘natural high,’ said Lane Strathearn, an assistant professor of pediatrics at Baylor and and Texas Children's Hospital who studied the brain reactions of 28 first-time moms.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We know similar brain circuits are activated,” he added. “Whether that feels the same as a shot of cocaine, I’m not sure.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don’t know if it feels like a “shot of cocaine” either but I can tell you… I know from experience that my baby’s smile did make me feel “intoxicating joy”! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to experience seeing my Jenna smile at me while I am there for my next visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-3988606933154954406?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/3988606933154954406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=3988606933154954406' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3988606933154954406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3988606933154954406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/07/nanas-babygirl-smiles.html' title='Nana&apos;s Babygirl SMILES!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SHWM1zIMNAI/AAAAAAAAARw/BLhJztkLW0M/s72-c/Jenna+3+months+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-5032781587985794512</id><published>2008-07-04T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:49:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SG5wzJbKvdI/AAAAAAAAARo/kHSOLrvim5c/s1600-h/07-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SG5wzJbKvdI/AAAAAAAAARo/kHSOLrvim5c/s400/07-08+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219233042174492114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you and your family have a wonderful weekend!  My daughter and her boyfriend are here for the weekend as well as my youngest son :-)  We will watch the fireworks display from our deck/balcony tonight.  Tomorrow we will all go to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More pictures of today to follow! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-5032781587985794512?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/5032781587985794512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=5032781587985794512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/5032781587985794512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/5032781587985794512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SG5wzJbKvdI/AAAAAAAAARo/kHSOLrvim5c/s72-c/07-08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-2510534522517633688</id><published>2008-07-01T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:23:25.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen this program?</title><content type='html'>I don’t watch much tv at all but I do TiVo a few shows to watch at my convenience like 48 Hours, Dateline and etc.(I like Crime Dramas).   I also like some HGTV shows, but my NEW favorite thing to TiVo is … &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Shopping Bags&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  On the Fine Living Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SGqmtI4t22I/AAAAAAAAARY/uL18RuOh8so/s1600-h/SHopping+Bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SGqmtI4t22I/AAAAAAAAARY/uL18RuOh8so/s320/SHopping+Bags.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218166412671834978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shopping Bags &lt;/strong&gt;is a fun and entertaining show that tells you what you need to know before you buy anything.  And I do mean ANYTHING!  You can get tips and advice from these two cute and clever women who have investigated consumer products and trends for quite awhile now.  They both hatched "The Shopping Bags" concept way back in 1999 so I’m not sure if this is a new show on Fine Living or I am just VERY SLOW in finding this show.  Like I said… I don’t watch much tv.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It’s really amazing… Hubby and I have Satellite and so we have probably over 200 channels and there are probably a lot of shows that I would like but I have no idea they even exist.  I guess that is probably a good thing… I don’t want to be a couch potato!  &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;My sister and niece are in town this week on a softball tournament.  I haven’t even got to see them yet because they are staying in a hotel about 30 minutes from me.  I think I'll try to meet up with them this evening after work and go to dinner with them.  I am also going to try and go to one of the games maybe tomorrow evening.  I haven’t seen my niece play in a very long time… like probably when she was in little league.  She is now 18 and will be headed off to college in the fall. I will post a pic of us later in the week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-2510534522517633688?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/2510534522517633688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=2510534522517633688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2510534522517633688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2510534522517633688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-show.html' title='Have you seen this program?'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SGqmtI4t22I/AAAAAAAAARY/uL18RuOh8so/s72-c/SHopping+Bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-8908995792610714449</id><published>2008-06-28T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:17:35.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You thought I’d given up on this Blog didn’t you…</title><content type='html'>I will admit it… I am a lazy blogger.  There I said it.  It’s true…. I want to blog more but either I can’t seem to find the time or I just can’t seem to find anything to blog about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SGb2Nv8EGqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sWCoRcaqDQk/s1600-h/Lazy+Blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SGb2Nv8EGqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sWCoRcaqDQk/s320/Lazy+Blogger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217127934422424226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I sit and internet surf and read (stalk) other blogs.  I don’t know how you do it… YOU who are on my “Blogs that I read” list… you can come up with the most interesting things to write about!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t understand how you’all do it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love reading your blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get an idea for my next blog and then I don’t have time to post it… by the time I get around to it … it is OLD news… past it’s time… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday (Yeah...in my dreams)  I will have plenty of time … I will be a TRUE BLOGGER like all of my new blogger friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-8908995792610714449?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/8908995792610714449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=8908995792610714449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/8908995792610714449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/8908995792610714449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-thought-id-given-up-on-this-blog.html' title='You thought I’d given up on this Blog didn’t you…'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SGb2Nv8EGqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sWCoRcaqDQk/s72-c/Lazy+Blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-5027109963777388820</id><published>2008-06-18T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:42:17.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of house are you?</title><content type='html'>Today during my lunch break I did one of those Blogthing tests.  This is a fairly accurate assessment of me ... except for the "staying in shape" thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#BBBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the House Test Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thehousetest/house.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You consider yourself important, but no more important than anyone else. You love attention, but you don't feel like you deserve more of it than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't against being community oriented, but it's not really your thing. You tend to prefer to focus on your family and not the neighborhood around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative, expressive, and bright. You are always in the middle of some amazing project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take good care of your physical appearance. You dress well, stay in shape, and do your best to look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are moved by your own inner sense of peace. You spend a lot of time reflecting on the meaning of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-5027109963777388820?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/5027109963777388820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=5027109963777388820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/5027109963777388820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/5027109963777388820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-kind-of-house-are-you.html' title='What kind of house are you?'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-6824640025644516499</id><published>2008-06-16T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:44:55.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My good news for Monday</title><content type='html'>I finally received a phone call letting me know that I will be able to get my car repaired without having to use my own deductible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain … Last Memorial Day, hubby and I had just arrived in Denver from our L O N G trip home from Oklahoma. This trip took a couple of hours longer than normal because hubby wanted to take a different route home this time. UGH! Two whole hours longer! We were both tired and hungry so we decided to call ahead to one of our favorite restaurants and place a carry out order. Long story short… after leaving the restaurant I stopped in a merge lane to wait for traffic to give me a break so that I could merge onto the busy street. While I was just about to step on the gas to MERGE…someone rear ended me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was raining and 40 degrees out my hubby gets out to get insurance information and access the damages. The young gentleman that hit me did present his insurance card and his driver’s license and Hubby writes down all the necessary info and then we head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that this guy was a little bit hard to find. Last Friday I was just sure that the guy would not be found and I would have to pay my deductible to get my car repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m doing a happy dance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212661046544836418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SFcXmp3SJ0I/AAAAAAAAARI/PzUXSNVSATs/s320/dance.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean… I have to admit… I was really starting to get a little nervous. I am so glad the guy finally came forward and admitted his guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see…. Hubby and I didn’t call the police. We didn’t know that it IS the law. I don’t know why we didn’t .. except that we were so tired and hungry and didn’t want to deal with it. The guy could have just denied it and it would be his word against mine and his insurance wouldn’t have paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-6824640025644516499?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/6824640025644516499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=6824640025644516499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/6824640025644516499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/6824640025644516499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-good-news-for-monday.html' title='My good news for Monday'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SFcXmp3SJ0I/AAAAAAAAARI/PzUXSNVSATs/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-3213016173266749270</id><published>2008-06-10T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:53:25.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My week so far</title><content type='html'>Monday… take a “sick” day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday… repeat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday morning just really out of it. Yes, it was MONDAY morning, my most un-favorite day and time of the week, but I really didn’t feel well. I decided to take the day off and rest. I am feeling a little better today but I was still feeling a little out it so I took today off as well. Even though I wasn’t feeling well I was really hoping that I could get some things done around the house. It’s so weird… when you are at home during the day, the day goes by really fast and when you are at work it seems like it goes by very slow. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew ALL day long here in the suburbs of Denver! The wind didn’t help my depressed mood any either. I felt like the wind was just stirring up more pollen in the air. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say that I am just having a bad week so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau doesn’t seem to mind the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210481691281846098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SE9Zfe2H71I/AAAAAAAAARA/RtbEYR-9okE/s320/Beau+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What a dog’s life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t updated my blog in quite awhile … it’s not like I haven’t been on the computer. I have been reading other blogs and trying to keep up with my “Blogs that I read when I should be working” and revamping my blog! Yea! Did you notice?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a custom signature and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85700/dfrdebbi/62dd8ed10aa9e0e9027a2adaa858e8a6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-3213016173266749270?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/3213016173266749270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=3213016173266749270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3213016173266749270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3213016173266749270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-week-so-far.html' title='My week so far'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SE9Zfe2H71I/AAAAAAAAARA/RtbEYR-9okE/s72-c/Beau+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-2966102033740700053</id><published>2008-05-31T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:18:43.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESkmy8szTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5d3G7NJNXE4/s1600-h/Trip+to+OK+5-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207468055565487410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESkmy8szTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5d3G7NJNXE4/s320/Trip+to+OK+5-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trip to back home was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna is now&lt;strong&gt; 11 weeks old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go back for another trip in July and I can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESj_i2pfMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Pp4zGkE8t3A/s1600-h/Trip+to+OK+5-08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207467381230238914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESj_i2pfMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Pp4zGkE8t3A/s320/Trip+to+OK+5-08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jenna and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure miss holding her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenna is never far away from me in my thoughts. When we part I hold her in my memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is sadness in the word good-bye but I am happy because I know that I will soon return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picture her face. I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESh3VUUFpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Z68ABtzdfLk/s1600-h/Trip+to+OK+5-08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESiPZou-kI/AAAAAAAAAP4/g5nRaKNr4F0/s1600-h/Trip+to+OK+5-08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207465454610610754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESiPZou-kI/AAAAAAAAAP4/g5nRaKNr4F0/s320/Trip+to+OK+5-08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This my mom's rose bush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got a "start" from my grandmother's rose bush about a year ago. My grandmother passed away in 1978 but my mom went to see her old house and asked the people who were living there if we could take a "start" from the rose bush and they of course let us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose bush is absolutely gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESh3VUUFpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Z68ABtzdfLk/s1600-h/Trip+to+OK+5-08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207465041134360210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESh3VUUFpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Z68ABtzdfLk/s200/Trip+to+OK+5-08+026.jpg" width="467" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ya think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESh3VUUFpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Z68ABtzdfLk/s1600-h/Trip+to+OK+5-08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4225066597563031292-2966102033740700053?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/2966102033740700053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=2966102033740700053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2966102033740700053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2966102033740700053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-oklahoma.html' title='My trip home'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SESkmy8szTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5d3G7NJNXE4/s72-c/Trip+to+OK+5-08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-4200480781868323120</id><published>2008-05-09T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:45:43.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May is finally here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SCUw-Zq-pOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nb7xzUiv8wI/s1600-h/db_springtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198615193470280930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SCUw-Zq-pOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nb7xzUiv8wI/s200/db_springtime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know… It’s been here almost two weeks… but I am just now getting around for this post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incredible how much time flies when we get old. I remember how I waited for summer time as a kid and it seemed to take forever. I loved the end of the school year.. May…maybe time passed by so slowly because May is my birthday month. I couldn’t wait to be another year older! May to me was also the beginning of summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How times change!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been looking forward to this birthday at all. When my oldest son turned 30 eight months ago, I suddenly realized....wow....if he’s 30....that must make me.....well.....there's no other way to put it....I'm old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now be a ½ a century old! WoW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone says… “Where does the time go… “ BUT REALLY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I am really 50! It really does seem like I was just in high school. Or just married… or just having my first child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a GRANDMA! YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE being &lt;strong&gt;Nanna&lt;/strong&gt;… can you tell? This whole webpage is dedicated to her… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jenna Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and future grandbabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I will get through this milestone! Gravity isn’t helping much… but my family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking forward to summer and looking forward to times with Jenna Joy and my family in Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-4200480781868323120?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/4200480781868323120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=4200480781868323120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/4200480781868323120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/4200480781868323120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-is-finally-here.html' title='May is finally here...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SCUw-Zq-pOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nb7xzUiv8wI/s72-c/db_springtime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-7046584628319972941</id><published>2008-04-28T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:20:04.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SBaggM8_TtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/i2E7sZKQcdY/s1600-h/OK+Trip+4_08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194515695311736530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SBaggM8_TtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/i2E7sZKQcdY/s200/OK+Trip+4_08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A while back I posted about my Mother’s Day project. I am still in the process of making a “video” of photos and old home movies of my mom growing up, her children growing up and her grandchildren … and now her great-grand child, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jenna Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here tonight looking at old photos of family times, children growing up and the older family members getting even older… I ask myself if these photos have truly served their purpose … They are here to show us glimpses of the past and to preserve the past. They connect us, across time, across the miles of separation between family members and across lifetimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I flip slowly from one image to the next, I feel the tears welling up in my eyes because I miss those who I can no longer reach out and hug. I remembered last January while I got to spend a couple of days with my mom and her telling me the stories within the photographs that I treasure. It is indeed a precious gift. I am seeing places and times that I never could have without these pieces of paper in my hands. And even if I could have seen them, even if I could have followed the paths they took, I would not be able to see through their eyes like I can when I soak in this story book of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only can I travel back in time, but I think about the future as well. I wonder if I will one day my own memories will one day be viewed with this same joy by my own grandchildren. I have remembered and relived moments gone by. I catch glimpses of laughter and memories made with friends &amp;amp; family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photographs do indeed bring me joy and I hope my children will enjoy them and their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-7046584628319972941?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/7046584628319972941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=7046584628319972941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/7046584628319972941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/7046584628319972941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/04/importance-of-photographs-while-back-i.html' title='The importance of photographs'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SBaggM8_TtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/i2E7sZKQcdY/s72-c/OK+Trip+4_08+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-5222954212520716625</id><published>2008-04-24T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:50:15.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Jenna for the first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SBFOTM8_TsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7SlWcqvzRdA/s1600-h/Nanna+&amp;amp;+Jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193017937136406210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SBFOTM8_TsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7SlWcqvzRdA/s200/Nanna+%26+Jenna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I am back where I can keep my page updated... and it's about time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work had me tired, exhausted and hating the computer. The last thing that I wanted to do at night, after a LOOOONG day at work during the most busy time of the year for a CPA firm was to come home and get on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! Tax season is behind me now and I have my life back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is US. She is my first grandbaby. My little Jenna Joy. The most beautiful baby girl I know. I spent 3 and 1/2 days with her and those were SOME of the best days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her dearly. She truly is a JOY to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life just isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay with me here on this webpage... there will be LOTS more pictures and Nanna stories to come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Deb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-5222954212520716625?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/5222954212520716625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=5222954212520716625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/5222954212520716625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/5222954212520716625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/04/meeting-jenna-for-first-time.html' title='Meeting Jenna for the first time'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/SBFOTM8_TsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7SlWcqvzRdA/s72-c/Nanna+%26+Jenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-6034403339334677968</id><published>2008-04-02T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:18:37.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenna Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R_WP1KY7KZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rU7vde3kT60/s1600-h/100_1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185208689471728018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R_WP1KY7KZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rU7vde3kT60/s200/100_1296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's HERE!!! I know... I haven't posted in quite awhile! Work is killing me. April 15th can't get here fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick so I DID NOT get to go see my precious baby girl last weekend but I am better now and will be making a trip to Oklahoma on April 16th and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for leaving comments and being so patient. I will be posting more pictures SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Deb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R_RbPqY7KYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3cBmeTsuxBU/s1600-h/100_1296.jpg"&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/4225066597563031292-6034403339334677968?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/6034403339334677968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=6034403339334677968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/6034403339334677968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/6034403339334677968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/04/jenna-joy-rachal.html' title='Jenna Joy'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R_WP1KY7KZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rU7vde3kT60/s72-c/100_1296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-3858862230106394767</id><published>2008-03-16T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:14:14.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl will be here by THURSDAY, March 20th</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178450341756439330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R92NJjNkiyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DY7A0cV3e1g/s200/Nursery+ready+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R92MoDNkixI/AAAAAAAAAKg/k4hewwh7xlg/s1600-h/Nursery+ready+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178449766230821650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R92MoDNkixI/AAAAAAAAAKg/k4hewwh7xlg/s200/Nursery+ready+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R92LODNkiwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CHbB--fZFSI/s1600-h/Nursery+ready+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178448220042595074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R92LODNkiwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CHbB--fZFSI/s200/Nursery+ready+1.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4225066597563031292-3858862230106394767?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/3858862230106394767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=3858862230106394767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3858862230106394767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3858862230106394767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-girl-will-be-here-by-thursday.html' title='Baby Girl will be here by THURSDAY, March 20th'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R92NJjNkiyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DY7A0cV3e1g/s72-c/Nursery+ready+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-1328587162090170854</id><published>2008-03-06T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:36:30.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different kinds of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your whole life, all you hear about is romantic love. It’s the love that fairy tales are made of. When I was young I remember watching Cinderella starring Leslie Ann Warren. My friends and I thought this movie was the greatest movie ever made. Well... something like that... It was 1965 and I was only 7 years old but that watching that movie I learned romantic “love”! And so I believed from then on that someday my prince would come and sweep me off my feet and I would live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s another kind of love that’s every bit as poetic and magical. It’s the love between a parent and a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time you hold your tiny infant in your arms you know for sure that God is real and he loves you because he just blessed you with a miracle. When you give birth to your “perfect” child you truly feel like your life is complete. Then as your child grows older you suddenly realize what unconditional love really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now about to experience another kind of LOVE and my life will become even more complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO WEEKS AND COUNTING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about two weeks… I will have a grand child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have been waiting for for quite awhile now. My oldest child will be a father! How amazing is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t get to hold my grand baby until March 28th. I was going for Easter weekend but flights are too expensive so I will go the following week. I am a little disappointed but it will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry...NaNa will get to hold her SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-1328587162090170854?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/1328587162090170854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=1328587162090170854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/1328587162090170854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/1328587162090170854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/03/different-kinds-of-love.html' title='Different kinds of....'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-3988637348848147152</id><published>2008-03-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:20:43.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother's Day Project</title><content type='html'>My sweet mother turned 84 on January 31, 2008. She too is so very excited about my first grand baby! In fact she has been busy making a special baby pillow. The pillowcase is made of pink satin with the baby girl's name in embroidery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk almost everyday on the phone because we live two states away from each other. I miss her dearly and wish I could visit her more often. I will be going to Oklahoma for Easter weekend to see the BABY GIRL and I plan on having my mom right there with me as well. The next trip to Oklahoma will be in May and I am planning a Mother's Day celebration with our newest member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift to her will be a a video of her life. I plan on using mostly still pictures and also home videos. For the past couple of months I have been gathering the photos that I can from my two sister's and I have even "borrowed" some of my mom's photos. This has been so much fun and I am astonished to find out that there are pictures that my mom has had that I have never seen before. I now have pictures of my grandmother when she was a child. I also have a picture of her grandmother... that's right... I said my grandmother's, grandmother! WoW. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So between tax season (I work as an Administrative Assistant for a CPA firm) and my Mother's Day project and all of my other daily routine things that I have going on ... I am a very busy person these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a photo of my Great-Great-Grandmother! And a photo of my "young" mother. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R8zQc5Ot6sI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xcIiZVQtQJ8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173739266759322306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" height="344" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R8zQc5Ot6sI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xcIiZVQtQJ8/s320/1.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R8zRnJOt6tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/E4J5WIgKffc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173740542364609234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px" height="282" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R8zRnJOt6tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/E4J5WIgKffc/s320/2.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-3988637348848147152?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/3988637348848147152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=3988637348848147152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3988637348848147152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3988637348848147152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mothers-day-project.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Day Project'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R8zQc5Ot6sI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xcIiZVQtQJ8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-2928925608289772433</id><published>2008-02-28T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:31:49.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>Okay... I have had 49.5 years to come up with a name for my grandchildren to call me... Well okay not really my whole life! I have really only thought about what I would be called in the past few years. So for let's say about three years now I have been contemplating what I would be called if God so chose to bless me with a grandchild. I called my grandmother on my father's side "Grammy". My grandmother on my mother's side was called by her 13 grandchildren "Grandmother". I know... very original. We couldn't call her grandma or anything else to shorten the name because we were taught that that name was respectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I thought for the past three years that I would be called "Grammy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... I am not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I created this webpage I named it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being Grandma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I had decided that I would just stick with the traditional "Grandma" name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now.... I am not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has sent me a few suggestions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma&lt;br /&gt;Granny&lt;br /&gt;Mo-Mo&lt;br /&gt;Nana&lt;br /&gt;Grammy&lt;br /&gt;Me-Ma&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;Gramma&lt;br /&gt;Ma-Ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also looked for on-line suggestions. Do you know that there are quite a few websites for "grandma nicknames"?! You really can find anything on the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I am still trying to decide. Maybe it's not for me to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's for my first grandbaby to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-2928925608289772433?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/2928925608289772433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=2928925608289772433' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2928925608289772433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/2928925608289772433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-3725858263394795347</id><published>2008-02-14T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:17:10.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R7SvvYUeUCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4SMuHm9QJOQ/s1600-h/baby+valentines.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166947901017837602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R7SvvYUeUCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4SMuHm9QJOQ/s320/baby+valentines.bmp" 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/4225066597563031292-3725858263394795347?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/3725858263394795347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=3725858263394795347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3725858263394795347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/3725858263394795347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R7SvvYUeUCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4SMuHm9QJOQ/s72-c/baby+valentines.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-4347335410215794587</id><published>2008-02-10T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:41:19.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R69vXYUeUBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KcCnbR7sKXI/s1600-h/pac+n+play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165469745073246226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R69vXYUeUBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KcCnbR7sKXI/s320/pac+n+play.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get this shipped in time for the baby girl's shower but the new mommy &amp;amp; daddy will receive this via UPS very soon. This is what baby girl will be sleeping in while she is a grandma and grandpa's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-4347335410215794587?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/4347335410215794587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=4347335410215794587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/4347335410215794587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/4347335410215794587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/02/grandmas-gift.html' title='Grandma&apos;s gift'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R69vXYUeUBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KcCnbR7sKXI/s72-c/pac+n+play.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-7427067310386482977</id><published>2008-02-05T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:06:04.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6kkEdl2loI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ugi_v0oAl9k/s1600-h/Mom,+Mel+%26+John.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163698106838455938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6kkEdl2loI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ugi_v0oAl9k/s320/Mom,+Mel+%26+John.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The count down begins… approximately six weeks and SHE will be here! I was so happy to be able to be there for the baby shower in Oklahoma last weekend. While I was there we also celebrated my mom’s 84th Birthday. What a blessing!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225066597563031292-7427067310386482977?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/7427067310386482977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=7427067310386482977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/7427067310386482977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/7427067310386482977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-shower_05.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6kkEdl2loI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ugi_v0oAl9k/s72-c/Mom,+Mel+%26+John.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-9048460401193816930</id><published>2008-02-03T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:07:52.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl's Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6YCZdl2lnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Rb-1mkYzb0c/s1600-h/nur+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162816659290232434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6YCZdl2lnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Rb-1mkYzb0c/s320/nur+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is another picture of the nursery. I just received a few new pictures from my son last night. &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/4225066597563031292-9048460401193816930?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/9048460401193816930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=9048460401193816930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/9048460401193816930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/9048460401193816930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-girls-nursery.html' title='Baby Girl&apos;s Nursery'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6YCZdl2lnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Rb-1mkYzb0c/s72-c/nur+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-1288456563835507685</id><published>2008-02-01T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:07:07.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl's Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QPJtl2lkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VNVxKFoX9Bo/s1600-h/babygirl+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162267732405032514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QPJtl2lkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VNVxKFoX9Bo/s320/babygirl+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't wait for the Baby Girl. Her room is all ready ... waiting for her... &lt;/div&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/4225066597563031292-1288456563835507685?l=grandmarachal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/feeds/1288456563835507685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225066597563031292&amp;postID=1288456563835507685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/1288456563835507685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225066597563031292/posts/default/1288456563835507685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmarachal.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-girls-new-room.html' title='Baby Girl&apos;s Bed'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505620826684416577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QSM9l2lmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xkH-zZ3WLRk/S220/Deb+New+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6QPJtl2lkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VNVxKFoX9Bo/s72-c/babygirl+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225066597563031292.post-2779214791152142026</id><published>2008-01-30T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:34:21.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe I am old enough to be a grandma?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6FGvtl2ljI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R4D9nZ4a9Os/s1600-h/Rachal+baby+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484433449457202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMUr7QRfm4/R6FGvtl2ljI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R4D9nZ4a9Os/s320/Rachal+baby+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to be a First-Time Grandma! The due date is March 20, 2008 and I would love for you to tag along with me through my journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in Colorado and my son and daughter-in-law live in my home state of Oklahoma. I am sad that I am not closer but I am going to do everything in my power to make this little baby girl know her GRANDMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is her first picture... 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