<?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-4609608042295939159</id><updated>2011-09-19T08:33:31.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bird girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-4224796386659517130</id><published>2010-12-22T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:41:14.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPTAIN NEMO</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to send a few Christmas cards.  I save the envelopes for the addresses.  They weren't on the table....I said to my honey......Do you know where the envelopes are for the Christmas cards?......he said.....no......I didn't believe him.......I looked at him with suspicion.....I said I told you I was saving them.....did you throw them away?.......no......I still didn't believe him.....he got squirmy.......Then it hit me.....I put them on the desk in the office.......I told him....oh.....sorry......I forgot that I put them in the office.......he just smiled and said.....CAPTAIN NEMO WAS GOING TO HELP YOU FIND THEM.......CAPTAIN NEMO ALWAYS COMES TO THE RESCUE......I was baffled.....after 29 years I have never ever heard him even mention Captain Nemo......?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-4224796386659517130?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/4224796386659517130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=4224796386659517130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4224796386659517130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4224796386659517130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/12/captain-nemo.html' title='CAPTAIN NEMO'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-5544741414225103123</id><published>2010-05-30T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T07:35:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CULPRIT</title><content type='html'>I was up waaaay too early today.  She is not the problem.  She is my oldest baby.  She just got back from NY state visiting the youngest baby.  This precious girl works at a convenience store/gas station on the weekends.  Her fellow worker gave her this drinking recepticle which is a green alien.  Oh dear.  When she left for work yesterday I told her....I hope you meet some interesting people.  She called from work last night and said.....Mom, you know that trucker that comes through every week?.....guess what he hauls......bodies....bodies Mom........Well, I told her that that was interesting for sure.........&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/TAJ0Ph4bVDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nLADIcXHejo/s1600/spray+plane+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477067906977846322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/TAJ0Ph4bVDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nLADIcXHejo/s320/spray+plane+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This the my Honey.  He is not the culprit.  This is a terrible pic of him.  The last time we went to the big city he bought some expensive cigars.  The other day he came through the room with this stub of a cigar and I told him that he needed one of those fancy holders.....he came back through the room with this set up.  I just had to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/TAJ0PCtOMII/AAAAAAAAAPU/KZM-ud_VZkE/s1600/spray+plane+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477067898609348738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/TAJ0PCtOMII/AAAAAAAAAPU/KZM-ud_VZkE/s320/spray+plane+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have "hit the wall" with dishcloths.  I knitted 16 in a row and now my hands are tired and sore and swollen.  There are 12 here.....I have already given away 4 of them.  I hate it when I can't knit.  I have listened to two audio books and knit 16 dishcloths while my girl was away for 10 days.  I have to find another passion for a while to let my hands recover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/TAJ0OpyZehI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iCJv9FpyFS4/s1600/spray+plane+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477067891920173586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/TAJ0OpyZehI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iCJv9FpyFS4/s320/spray+plane+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....here is the culprit.  This is why I was up way too early.  The neighbor can't stand one little bug in his hay fields and sprays everything into oblivion.  He not only kills the bad bugs...he kills the good bugs too.  Most of us are a lot smarter and cut the hay a little early to avoid mass distruction of the bug world plus it saves tons of money when you don't spray.  This lovely plane with the lovely man in it also reads the electric meters by plane once a month with his little lazer beam.  He also flys a jet to Denver and back everyday.  I taught the little stinker.....who buzzed my house at 6:30 this morning......I went to bed at 12:30 am......and this reprobate buzzed me at 6:30 am.  Good thing he was cute when he was little or.........never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/TAJ0OGrnKYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7LTOUjxFjbY/s1600/spray+plane+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477067882496469378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/TAJ0OGrnKYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7LTOUjxFjbY/s320/spray+plane+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-5544741414225103123?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/5544741414225103123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=5544741414225103123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/5544741414225103123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/5544741414225103123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/05/culprit.html' title='THE CULPRIT'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/TAJ0Ph4bVDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nLADIcXHejo/s72-c/spray+plane+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6317927546931164990</id><published>2010-05-22T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:25:01.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIP TO THE CEMETERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S_ifkTfRoKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NFWw7AgBhBU/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474300793124397218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S_ifkTfRoKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NFWw7AgBhBU/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit that the Rudolph Peonies are spectacular compared to Mom and Dad's Peonie.  Yes, the one peonie died and will have to be replanted.  No big deal.  It was beautiful out there.  I will post more pics later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6317927546931164990?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6317927546931164990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6317927546931164990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6317927546931164990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6317927546931164990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-to-cemetery.html' title='TRIP TO THE CEMETERY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S_ifkTfRoKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NFWw7AgBhBU/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-9079708125175299079</id><published>2010-05-22T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:37:31.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TROUBLE AT THE CEMETERY</title><content type='html'>I just got the cutest call.  The cemetery where my parents are buried is in the middle of nowhere about 8 miles west of our farm.  I mean in the middle of nowhere....like.....there is nothing around the cemetery but farms.  I live on the great plains.  It is a beautiful cemetery and is surrounded by huge old trees and is irrigated by the farmer who owns the land around it.  There is a group of old ladies who plant beautiful flowers out there like......roses and peonies and tulips and well....the list goes on and on.  Last fall I got a call from Peaches  (85) who has taken care of the cemetery for years.  She is quite the gardener.  She called me last fall and said.......Linda, this is Peaches......now that both of your folks are gone would you like me to plant some Peonies at their stone?.....I have to split the Peonies and I would be happy to plant some there.  I told Peaches that that would be great and that I really appreciate it.  Mom passed away on April 30th last year.  My sister came down to visit the grave this year and ran into Darla.  Darla runs the thriftstore in town and all of the proceeds go to the handicapped adults organization.  Darla has two mentally handicapped children who are grown now and work at the store.  Anyway, Darla just called to tell me that one of the Peonies died at my parent's grave stone.  Now, I couldn't tell if I was was being castigated for not watering them or whether Darla thought that I should call Peaches or what.......I kind of stammered and she said.......I dug down and the roots are just gone....Ed is irrigating the center section right now and it will be a while before he irrigates your Mom and Dad's section.......SILENCE........I said, well....ummmmm.......I need to get over there more often to water those......Darla said, I saw your sister over there when she was down and I told her I would water them.......Oh.....Darla.....thank you so much!.....she didn't tell me......Oh my.....well........so........how is the store going?........fine she said.......then she said.....I would be happy to call Peaches......I said.....Oh.....well.....that would be fine Darla.....Thank you so much for deeping any eye on the Peonies.......gosh......Oh Darla......I have somemore yarn for your ladies.......she said.......great!......Myrtle is making hats for the babies at the hospital.........Great I said......ok then then......I will get over there to the cemetery soon and check things out......Darla said.....I will call Adeline and see what she thinks......I thought OH GOD....Adeline will have a fit.    Bad me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-9079708125175299079?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/9079708125175299079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=9079708125175299079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/9079708125175299079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/9079708125175299079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/05/trouble-at-cemetery.html' title='TROUBLE AT THE CEMETERY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8076914139500233581</id><published>2010-05-11T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T07:01:04.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY YOUNGEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S-ljEfsifUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/637V9E33c4c/s1600/emmy+poo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470012151297113410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S-ljEfsifUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/637V9E33c4c/s320/emmy+poo.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/4609608042295939159-8076914139500233581?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8076914139500233581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8076914139500233581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8076914139500233581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8076914139500233581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-youngest.html' title='MY YOUNGEST'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S-ljEfsifUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/637V9E33c4c/s72-c/emmy+poo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6098035276645205006</id><published>2010-04-27T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:06:15.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPE MAY WARBLER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9bvPuJiXtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5SEljaH7B-0/s1600/cape+may+warbler+Jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464818251225784018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9bvPuJiXtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5SEljaH7B-0/s320/cape+may+warbler+Jane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend sent this picture last night. This is a huge find in the birding world. We just don't get Warblers from New Jersey in this part of the country.....the great plains. She will be busy entertaining birders from all over our state and neighboring states today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6098035276645205006?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6098035276645205006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6098035276645205006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6098035276645205006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6098035276645205006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/cape-may-warbler.html' title='CAPE MAY WARBLER'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9bvPuJiXtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5SEljaH7B-0/s72-c/cape+may+warbler+Jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-9019466251771040295</id><published>2010-04-26T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:22:28.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF TO THE BIG CITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;I love this artist.  Bouguereau pronounced Booooo jurrrrrr ruuuuuuu.  This pic is titled  Yvonne.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9ZJ6bU4eCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ElV-8otCy8Y/s1600/Yvonne%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464636465977260066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9ZJ6bU4eCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ElV-8otCy8Y/s320/Yvonne%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are off to the big city tomorrow and won't be back till Friday. I don't have access to internet up there because I need to bit the bullet and buy a laptop. Someday. Not much else new here. I'm doing last minute laundry for the trip. Daughter will be holding down the fort. She went grocery shopping for me today and came home with lots of fish for herself. She loves fish. I hate fish. She has Talapia and Salmon. Yummmmm.....Yuck........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-9019466251771040295?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/9019466251771040295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=9019466251771040295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/9019466251771040295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/9019466251771040295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/off-to-big-city.html' title='OFF TO THE BIG CITY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9ZJ6bU4eCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ElV-8otCy8Y/s72-c/Yvonne%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-4365315894913480790</id><published>2010-04-25T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:14:48.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUELING TORNADO'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9SUbNVpVDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lcon2sIhC9A/s1600/dueling+tornado%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464155443065082930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9SUbNVpVDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lcon2sIhC9A/s320/dueling+tornado%27s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture taken by someone I know at a small town west of here about 10 miles. Pretty exciting!  Dorothy.....Todo.... Auntie Em.......where are you??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-4365315894913480790?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/4365315894913480790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=4365315894913480790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4365315894913480790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4365315894913480790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/dueling-tornados.html' title='DUELING TORNADO&apos;S'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9SUbNVpVDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lcon2sIhC9A/s72-c/dueling+tornado%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-1635274963739086272</id><published>2010-04-24T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:24:58.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY</title><content type='html'>This is a Eurasian Collared Dove nest and eggs from my yard. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9PftxOykhI/AAAAAAAAANs/WLn14fZR6wk/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463956750333022738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9PftxOykhI/AAAAAAAAANs/WLn14fZR6wk/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Saturday! Today was a quiet kind of day. I couldn't do much birdwatching because of the wind. Whew. It was strong and right out of the north. Of all of the weather conditions, I dislike wind the most. It makes me nervous. I spent quite a bit of time knitting on a sock. It is the second sock so this one has taken much much longer than the first one. If any of you knit socks, you will know about the "second sock syndrome" where you are gung ho on the first one and can't imagine starting the second one right away. It is akin to reading a book and immediately starting the book over again. Tomorrow will be beef stew for supper and I will have to talk daughter into baking something good for dessert. Hmmmm. Any ideas? That is all for now. Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-1635274963739086272?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/1635274963739086272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=1635274963739086272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1635274963739086272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1635274963739086272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/saturday.html' title='SATURDAY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9PftxOykhI/AAAAAAAAANs/WLn14fZR6wk/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-3305634443414667917</id><published>2010-04-23T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:51:07.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRDS AND TEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9IIHkMNw1I/AAAAAAAAANk/y_VL02Ls_UU/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463438224020849490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9IIHkMNw1I/AAAAAAAAANk/y_VL02Ls_UU/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9IHg_XZmVI/AAAAAAAAANc/3WuMuOJ2m6U/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463437561300621650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9IHg_XZmVI/AAAAAAAAANc/3WuMuOJ2m6U/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birds and tea are two of my favorite things. Then comes knitting and baking bread and well....the list could go on and on. My most WONDERFUL cousin sent me some tea blossoms and this really cool teapot. I collect teapots. I have lots and lots. Thank you cousin for the wondrful tea and teapot. I have at least 4 Harris's Sparrows today in full and I mean full breeding plumage. They are so pretty. &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/4609608042295939159-3305634443414667917?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/3305634443414667917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=3305634443414667917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3305634443414667917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3305634443414667917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/birds-and-tea.html' title='BIRDS AND TEA'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9IIHkMNw1I/AAAAAAAAANk/y_VL02Ls_UU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7393629503544768144</id><published>2010-04-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:36:48.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TURBULENT DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9EwZ1Da_uI/AAAAAAAAANU/FHlDJsZGe_M/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463201043273416418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9EwZ1Da_uI/AAAAAAAAANU/FHlDJsZGe_M/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up to rain this morning which is really unusual for here. Then until 4:00 pm there were at least 5 tornado's in the area. Luckily, none of them were within 5 miles of the farm. Last June we had a tornado in the field by the house. You can see pics of the storm over the barn in a previous post. I am a trained weather spotter but there wasn't anything to spot today. We had hail and lots of wind but NOAA isn't interested in that unless it is excessive. We got 3/10th of an inch of rain out of it. We will take it! I really overloaded myself with tv coverage, police radio coverage, weather radio and regular radio. I finally turned it all off so I could settle down. I could tell we weren't going to blow away by then anyway. Oh yes, I forgot the radar on the internet. There was way too much technology for this tiny brain. My husband went to town to work out at the gym and said that there was penny size hail in town (about 10) miles south of the farm. Our hail was much smaller than that and lots of it but not enough to hurt the crops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrw will be a good bird watching day. We have what is called a "bird drop" during storms so that the migrating birds will stopp off until it is safe for them to go on. You just never know what you will find at the feeder. I had lots of Grackles. They have a right to live too but I hate providing seed for them because they are like pigs and eat up all of my sunflower seed. The three Harris' Sparrows are still here. Someone saw two in town today so I don't have the ONLY H Sparrows in the county. Darn. I took an Ambien and now I'm having trouble spelling my words correctly. Don't hold it against me. There has been lots going on the last few days plus today was my Mother's birthday. She passed a year ago on April 30th. Happy Birthday Mom. I made you and the whole staff at the nursing home fresh apples pies!!!!! It was so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to insert a picture of my wonderful mother in this post. She was a sweetie pie.  I miss her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7393629503544768144?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7393629503544768144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7393629503544768144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7393629503544768144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7393629503544768144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/turbulent-day.html' title='TURBULENT DAY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S9EwZ1Da_uI/AAAAAAAAANU/FHlDJsZGe_M/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-4399677428585655470</id><published>2010-04-17T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:25:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRIS'S SPARROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8pRX4zPUfI/AAAAAAAAANM/C4Yxz-EzHLE/s1600/h+sparrow+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461266968966287858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8pRX4zPUfI/AAAAAAAAANM/C4Yxz-EzHLE/s320/h+sparrow+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8pRXdyJLhI/AAAAAAAAANE/SOx17Enn0kE/s1600/h+sparrow+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461266961713933842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8pRXdyJLhI/AAAAAAAAANE/SOx17Enn0kE/s320/h+sparrow+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the Harris's Sparrows that I had at my feeder today. Good bird for this area.&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/4609608042295939159-4399677428585655470?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/4399677428585655470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=4399677428585655470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4399677428585655470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4399677428585655470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/harriss-sparrow.html' title='HARRIS&apos;S SPARROW'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8pRX4zPUfI/AAAAAAAAANM/C4Yxz-EzHLE/s72-c/h+sparrow+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6975189925189419378</id><published>2010-04-16T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:32:35.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ALMOST LOST CONTROL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8h0LVAnKdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xh4v5PC_8Yk/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460742286153820626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8h0LVAnKdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xh4v5PC_8Yk/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am prejudiced but my husband is the cutest being on two legs. Last night, while we were eating supper he said the cutest thing. Honey goes to the gym almost everyday to work out and keep his back muscles in shape. He is a retired farmer and has had three back surgery's. We were talking over the day's happenings. Honey said......I almost lost control today. I looked at him with wide eyes and said.....did someone make you mad?.......he said, no I almost stole a piece of pizza.......I said, could you go into more detail?.......he said that he got really hungry and was walking by the employees break room and could smell pizza. He said he was tempted to go in there and take a piece of leftover pizza.......I said, was there anybody around?........he said no.......I said, were you afraid that Dorothy would catch you?.......(Honey taught Dorothy's kids in elem. school and they know each other well)......he said well, I didn't want Dorothy to catch me and I didn't want you to be mad at me.......I laughed and laughed.......I said, do you really think that Dorothy would call me and say.....H took a piece of pizza from the break room........Honey is 66 years old......It was a hilarious conversation. I told Honey to say to Dorothy the next time there is leftover pizza in the break room.......Dorothy....I am really hungry and with all of this working out I feel a little faint....could I have a piece of pizza?.........We really had a good laugh over this one. I have posted some funny stories about my husband in previous posts having to do with conversations that we have had because he is hard of hearing due to years spent on a tractor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6975189925189419378?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6975189925189419378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6975189925189419378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6975189925189419378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6975189925189419378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-almost-lost-control.html' title='I ALMOST LOST CONTROL'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8h0LVAnKdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xh4v5PC_8Yk/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8228848070299347789</id><published>2010-04-14T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:00:25.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE THROUGH THE LAUNDRY ROOM DOOR</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw the most beautiful cloud formation. (see previous post)  It lasted for only one minute or less and then it was gone.  This morning, as I stood at the laundry room door I had an idea.  I might start posting what I see from my laundry room door!  I am a birdwatcher.  Every morning I stand at the door with my coffee and see what birds are in that part of the yard.  My yard is a little over 3 acres but this small area is what I see the most of.  Today the ground is wet because we had about a half inch of rain last night.  It was great.  The 60 mph winds are over!  I hate that kind of wind.  It is scary and causes a lot of damage.  I have lots of Grackles, White-crowned Sparrows, Harris's Sparrow ( 3), Dark-eyed Junco, Robins, Eurasian Collared Doves and Mourning Doves, House Sparrows and a Sharp Shinned Hawk.  He is a pain because he sits in the cedar tree and eats my little birds.  This is not a blog of manufactured glee.  This is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-8228848070299347789?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8228848070299347789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8228848070299347789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8228848070299347789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8228848070299347789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-life-through-laundry-room-door.html' title='MY LIFE THROUGH THE LAUNDRY ROOM DOOR'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-2661253134248756084</id><published>2010-04-13T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:41:36.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAINBOW?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8UrPWxNCWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/p4VJUBKe3f8/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459817666066581858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8UrPWxNCWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/p4VJUBKe3f8/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just after supper this evening I spotted this interesting cloud phenom. I sent the picture to the closest television station so we will see what they say. It sure is beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-2661253134248756084?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/2661253134248756084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=2661253134248756084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2661253134248756084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2661253134248756084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/rainbow.html' title='RAINBOW?'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S8UrPWxNCWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/p4VJUBKe3f8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6920530604613991621</id><published>2010-04-08T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:49:26.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RED-NAPED SAPSUCKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;I found this Red-naped Sapsucker this morning.  They are pretty birds.  Also, the Easter Bunny is now in seclusion in her den and has probably had her babies by now.  Her den is under the rose bush outside the bathroom window.  I will try for some pics when the babies come out.  I also have no idea why these letters are in blue and underlined.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S74WgqGk1hI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xLsdapV7mko/s1600/red-naped+sapsucker+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457824548733113874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S74WgqGk1hI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xLsdapV7mko/s320/red-naped+sapsucker+003.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/4609608042295939159-6920530604613991621?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6920530604613991621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6920530604613991621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6920530604613991621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6920530604613991621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/red-naped-sapsucker.html' title='RED-NAPED SAPSUCKER'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S74WgqGk1hI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xLsdapV7mko/s72-c/red-naped+sapsucker+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8152402282690897306</id><published>2010-04-05T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:52:21.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER BUNNY</title><content type='html'>Good morning.  The Easter Bunny decided to stick around an extra day.  It is a beautiful day today although we are supposed to have 50 mph winds later.  Hold on Easter Bunny!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S7oG53i3FXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TeBvevMIWOY/s1600/cottontail+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456681489745253746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S7oG53i3FXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TeBvevMIWOY/s320/cottontail+002.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/4609608042295939159-8152402282690897306?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8152402282690897306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8152402282690897306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8152402282690897306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8152402282690897306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-bunny.html' title='EASTER BUNNY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S7oG53i3FXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TeBvevMIWOY/s72-c/cottontail+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-3055960178566887205</id><published>2010-04-04T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:01:19.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S7lDbmYscEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gsliQBg4cFA/s1600/baby+sweater+and+mohawk+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456466564975718466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S7lDbmYscEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gsliQBg4cFA/s320/baby+sweater+and+mohawk+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally finished this sweater and hat.  It is my first knitted baby sweater!  This is the third hat that I made.  It is a little big but it will be fine.  A friend's son and his wife are having their first baby in mid May.  I made and finished two other baby hats for this sweater but they did not turn out at all.  I was going to throw them away but my daughter grabbed them and hid them.  I don't know what she plans to do with them.  One looks like a bog body hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice Easter.  Ham, scalloped potatoes, green beans and cherry pie were on the menu here at the house.  I started early....7:00....because my daughter had to work.  I hope everyone had a great day!&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/4609608042295939159-3055960178566887205?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/3055960178566887205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=3055960178566887205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3055960178566887205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3055960178566887205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='EASTER'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S7lDbmYscEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gsliQBg4cFA/s72-c/baby+sweater+and+mohawk+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7208007451549543232</id><published>2010-04-02T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:03:19.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>I have no idea whose cat this is.  It was in my pictures file and I tried to put one on here of something else.  It took me so long to do this that the cat will stay.  Enjoy&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S7Z3U0uHnYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2YmjAEQbC0M/s1600/15863_337699460045_655515045_9733921_926469_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455679198239104386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S7Z3U0uHnYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2YmjAEQbC0M/s320/15863_337699460045_655515045_9733921_926469_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a home body. I love to stay home. My daughter, who is home and working on her second degree, convinced me to go out to lunch today. We went to KFC. It was great. I also got to see someone whom I haven't seen for a long time. She has Huntington's Disease. The last time I saw her she didn't know who I was. Today she knew who I was and we had a really nice conversation. It was wonderful to see her. I saw several people that I know at WalMart. We live in a very small town. I saw the retired school secretary from a school that I taught at and I saw a young gal and her new little baby. Her two sisters went to highschool with my girls. We stopped by the library to pick up a movie that was on hold for us. I gave my daughter a twenty dollar bill. She came back empty handed because the librarian's assistant (I call her Mouse Girl) told her (imagine someone talking like their nose is totally plugged all the time) "please go across the street for change". Daughter came back to the car so I dumped out my change purse and felt around the bottom of my purse and we found 2 dollars in change...mostly pennies. Daughter went back in and didn't come out for a while. She came back really aggravated. The Mouse Girl made her stand there while she counted every last penny twice. Grrrr. Tonight I am to watch a movie on Hallmark Channel called THE MAGIC OF ORDINARY DAYS. I have heard that it has something to do with the town I live in. Should be interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7208007451549543232?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7208007451549543232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7208007451549543232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7208007451549543232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7208007451549543232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday.html' title='FRIDAY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S7Z3U0uHnYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2YmjAEQbC0M/s72-c/15863_337699460045_655515045_9733921_926469_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-4900655457962491050</id><published>2010-04-01T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:52:03.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BULLIES</title><content type='html'>I've been watching the coverage on the girl who committed suicide because of bullying. That is really tragic. There will be bullies everywhere you go. I say....KICK ASS AND TAKE NAMES. That is how I took care of bullies at our school. I gave fare warning to the teacher. I gave my kids permission to let loose if they needed to. They did. Problem solved. Any opinions from anyone on this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-4900655457962491050?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/4900655457962491050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=4900655457962491050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4900655457962491050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4900655457962491050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/bullys.html' title='BULLIES'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-3418185410553139671</id><published>2010-04-01T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:18:05.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL FOOLS</title><content type='html'>My Dad was a teacher.  He would sit at the kitchen table and grade papers.  My Mom was very groggy in the morning.  She would shuffle out to the kitchen and make coffee.  The table would be covered with papers.  One April Fool's day, Mom did her thing and poured her coffee and set the cup on the table.  She then shuffled to the bathroom.  My Dad pulled a rubber worm out of his pocket and put it in the handle of the coffee cup.  Mom shuffled out of the bathroom and sat down at the table.  She grabbed her coffee and the worm and the coffee cup flew, along with the coffee, all over Dad's papers.  He really couldn't say anything because it was his fault.  I will always remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-3418185410553139671?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/3418185410553139671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=3418185410553139671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3418185410553139671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3418185410553139671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html' title='APRIL FOOLS'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-1701872995690259086</id><published>2010-03-29T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:02:34.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEONE REALLY IS OUT THERE?</title><content type='html'>Last night, my wonderful cousin helped me out of a "spot" with my blog.  Now I'm getting lots of hits, finally.  I guess I am going to have to be more interesting now.  I will try.  Last evening I had 50 hits over a 3 year period and this morning, so far, I am up to 170.  I would LOVE some comments.  It would make my day, week, year, life time.!  Be sure to go back to the older posts and find the picture of the goats on my bed.  That was an interesting day!!  All the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-1701872995690259086?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/1701872995690259086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=1701872995690259086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1701872995690259086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1701872995690259086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/03/someone-really-is-out-there.html' title='SOMEONE REALLY IS OUT THERE?'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-1582942486278205800</id><published>2010-03-28T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:48:44.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MULTILINGUAL</title><content type='html'>This morning my daughter, who will be refered to as E, told me a  story about a woman at work, who will be refered to as W.  E told me that the dish washer from the restaurant next door came over and said to W....W, since you speak 4 languages, I need to know some swear words in German.  My husband loves the way women sound when they speak German and I want to know some swear words for tonight.  He won't know what I'm saying so I will just have a little fun saying swear words to him.  E, who is fluent in German, perked up her ears because W has never been anywhere but our little town, hasn't gone to college to study languages, and listens to the band SALIVA all the time.  As a matter of fact, her cell ringtone is a SALIVA song.  Neither W or the dishwasher know that E is fluent in German.  E just stood there and was anxious to see how this conversation was going to play out.  W said.....Well, let me think......actually......I know how to count to 3 in 4 languages.....I don't know any swear words.  E was really getting a kick out of this.  The dishwasher was so disappointed, E could tell.  E told the dishwasher how to say.....how are you.....in German.  The dishwasher really got excited.  She said....do you know any other words in German?  E said.....well, yes I do.   Then E smiled at me and that was all she said.  Being the curious person that I am....I said to E.......did you teach her any additonal words in German?  E smiled at me and said....yes.  I said......did you teach her any swear words?  E smiled and said.....Yep.    It was HILARIOUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-1582942486278205800?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/1582942486278205800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=1582942486278205800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1582942486278205800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1582942486278205800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/03/multilingual.html' title='MULTILINGUAL'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-926697731236287754</id><published>2010-03-21T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:58:36.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MICROBIOLOGY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S6awNE7TazI/AAAAAAAAAME/jwl5M2U6Cmg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451238137685830450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S6awNE7TazI/AAAAAAAAAME/jwl5M2U6Cmg/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are advantages to online classes!!!&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/4609608042295939159-926697731236287754?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/926697731236287754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=926697731236287754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/926697731236287754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/926697731236287754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/03/microbiology.html' title='MICROBIOLOGY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S6awNE7TazI/AAAAAAAAAME/jwl5M2U6Cmg/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-409667266962583413</id><published>2010-02-06T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:36:29.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST ANOTHER OUTING AT THE FARM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S22mO9rkeEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eWDMUhrpx78/s1600-h/0205101509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435183101311744066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S22mO9rkeEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eWDMUhrpx78/s320/0205101509.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we have mud in our tires. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S22mOg4WndI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1A80NUxch1o/s1600-h/0205101512a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435183093580733906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S22mOg4WndI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1A80NUxch1o/s320/0205101512a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Account executive at the junkyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S22mOQb5SnI/AAAAAAAAALs/9bGBwuEPW2g/s1600-h/0205101512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435183089166404210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S22mOQb5SnI/AAAAAAAAALs/9bGBwuEPW2g/s320/0205101512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spike, the junkyard guard dog.  Beware!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-409667266962583413?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/409667266962583413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=409667266962583413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/409667266962583413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/409667266962583413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-another-outing-at-farm.html' title='JUST ANOTHER OUTING AT THE FARM'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S22mO9rkeEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eWDMUhrpx78/s72-c/0205101509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-5643939028882281140</id><published>2010-01-09T14:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:18:14.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Jam</title><content type='html'>My husband and a friend cut down a 100 year old cottonwood tree.  It looks like a big boo boo but it fell just where they wanted it to.  It was a huge tree.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S0kKDe1tcbI/AAAAAAAAALk/o0hzwdOzYD0/s1600-h/Traffic+Jam2+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424878281078698418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S0kKDe1tcbI/AAAAAAAAALk/o0hzwdOzYD0/s320/Traffic+Jam2+B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S0kKDJpF9eI/AAAAAAAAALc/P1Nt6a8xC7g/s1600-h/Traffic+Jam1+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424878275388634594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S0kKDJpF9eI/AAAAAAAAALc/P1Nt6a8xC7g/s320/Traffic+Jam1+B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-5643939028882281140?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/5643939028882281140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=5643939028882281140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/5643939028882281140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/5643939028882281140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/01/traffic-jam.html' title='Traffic Jam'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S0kKDe1tcbI/AAAAAAAAALk/o0hzwdOzYD0/s72-c/Traffic+Jam2+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-73246157954331934</id><published>2010-01-06T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:16:31.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Force of Nature</title><content type='html'>These are pillow cases designed by my daughter as gifts for her sister.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S0VWm9ciZNI/AAAAAAAAALU/2MAPGFnyiL8/s1600-h/Pillowcases.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423836553566905554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S0VWm9ciZNI/AAAAAAAAALU/2MAPGFnyiL8/s320/Pillowcases.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-73246157954331934?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/73246157954331934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=73246157954331934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/73246157954331934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/73246157954331934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2010/01/force-of-nature.html' title='A Force of Nature'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/S0VWm9ciZNI/AAAAAAAAALU/2MAPGFnyiL8/s72-c/Pillowcases.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-3805645526379708265</id><published>2009-12-23T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:15:02.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEDISH SAUSAGE</title><content type='html'>Every Christmas we make homemade Swedish Potatoe Sausage.  It is ground beef, ground pork, ground potatoes and ground onions.  We stuff it by hand using pig intestines.  Yum!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SzKwpRg7eEI/AAAAAAAAALM/22qVvdpTUwo/s1600-h/Patate+Karv1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418587524802771010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SzKwpRg7eEI/AAAAAAAAALM/22qVvdpTUwo/s320/Patate+Karv1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SzKwpHk4bOI/AAAAAAAAALE/0lrL_AgqMMA/s1600-h/Patate+Karv2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418587522134994146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SzKwpHk4bOI/AAAAAAAAALE/0lrL_AgqMMA/s320/Patate+Karv2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SzKwogqJuMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kWzKTkM6Gpk/s1600-h/Patate+Karv3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418587511688116418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SzKwogqJuMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kWzKTkM6Gpk/s320/Patate+Karv3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SzKwW7h9b7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/f7nfZquYlDI/s1600-h/Patate+Karv4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418587209663868850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SzKwW7h9b7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/f7nfZquYlDI/s320/Patate+Karv4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-3805645526379708265?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/3805645526379708265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=3805645526379708265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3805645526379708265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3805645526379708265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='SWEDISH SAUSAGE'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SzKwpRg7eEI/AAAAAAAAALM/22qVvdpTUwo/s72-c/Patate+Karv1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-2918141248030232607</id><published>2009-12-20T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:07:13.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD TO THE WISE</title><content type='html'>Last evening while I was watching a movie and crocheting and eating M&amp;amp;M's I learned a very important lesson.  It is a life lesson.  Never, and I mean NEVER, sneeze when you have a mouthful of chewed up M&amp;amp;M's in your mouth and on top of that.....you don't have a kleenex anywhere near where you are sitting.  You can't ask for help because you are about to spew chewed up M&amp;amp;M's across the room.  So there you go.  That is the wisdom for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-2918141248030232607?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/2918141248030232607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=2918141248030232607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2918141248030232607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2918141248030232607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/12/word-to-wise.html' title='WORD TO THE WISE'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-1701778823379041879</id><published>2009-09-26T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:59:53.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SEE</title><content type='html'>Today honey said, "I don't want obedience, I want enthusiasm."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-1701778823379041879?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/1701778823379041879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=1701778823379041879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1701778823379041879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1701778823379041879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-see.html' title='I SEE'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-2091111372976724278</id><published>2009-09-23T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:54:18.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATE CHIPS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SrrJfK5mc8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/BsaZTuVTrsE/s1600-h/Goats4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384837841813926850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SrrJfK5mc8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/BsaZTuVTrsE/s320/Goats4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are not chocolate chips on my bedspread.  These are goat turds.  I saw a goat out the window, called the neighbor and went outside on the porch to investigate.  I didn't close the screen door and the two goats came in the house and jumped on my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SrrJezv6yQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/no6r_RwSkpg/s1600-h/Goats2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384837835599300866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SrrJezv6yQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/no6r_RwSkpg/s320/Goats2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They pooped and peed on the bed and then tried to jump up on the dresser.  They finally left and I had to pry the cat out from under the loveseat.  She has never seen a goat before.  What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SrrJeuvLkeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CXm-k0AlMqw/s1600-h/Goats1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384837834254029282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SrrJeuvLkeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CXm-k0AlMqw/s320/Goats1.jpg" 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/4609608042295939159-2091111372976724278?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/2091111372976724278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=2091111372976724278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2091111372976724278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2091111372976724278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='CHOCOLATE CHIPS?'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SrrJfK5mc8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/BsaZTuVTrsE/s72-c/Goats4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-4754397169171876530</id><published>2009-08-01T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:49:05.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMMINGBIRD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SnTiPEJubwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/t6OD1nrygv4/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365161804545552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SnTiPEJubwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/t6OD1nrygv4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hummingbird for today is a Black-chinned immature male.  I love Hummingbird season!&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/4609608042295939159-4754397169171876530?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/4754397169171876530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=4754397169171876530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4754397169171876530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4754397169171876530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/08/hummingbird.html' title='HUMMINGBIRD'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SnTiPEJubwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/t6OD1nrygv4/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-2734721203502881497</id><published>2009-07-19T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:01:05.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY OLDEST BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SmP5XyVOR6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/CcV0-RIsNLk/s1600-h/Isa%27s+Garden2+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360402168544118690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SmP5XyVOR6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/CcV0-RIsNLk/s320/Isa%27s+Garden2+B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My oldest baby has her own garden this year.  She is very proud of her garden, especially the tomato plants and zucchini.  Poor baby got chiggers from showing off though.  Darn chiggers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SmP5XscuEqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GhVoJ74Oq1w/s1600-h/Isa%27s+Garden1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360402166964949666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SmP5XscuEqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GhVoJ74Oq1w/s320/Isa%27s+Garden1.jpg" 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/4609608042295939159-2734721203502881497?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/2734721203502881497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=2734721203502881497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2734721203502881497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2734721203502881497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_19.html' title='MY OLDEST BABY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SmP5XyVOR6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/CcV0-RIsNLk/s72-c/Isa%27s+Garden2+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8726494793282548079</id><published>2009-07-15T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:58:15.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEE  GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/Sl7AIh8j6vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/55J0XDSvLMY/s1600-h/Bees22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358931859401337586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/Sl7AIh8j6vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/55J0XDSvLMY/s320/Bees22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this woman who was working in the produce section at a local big box store.   She and her husband have 29 bee hives and they sell their honey.  It is awesome honey.  This hive in IN THEIR HOUSE in the box that you see.  The bees come in a clear tube from outside and go into this thingy.  Not my thing but very interesting.  Sure wouldn't want it to spring a leak because there are about 2500 bees in there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/Sl7AISnGBWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wYUfOEkU-dI/s1600-h/Bees21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358931855284766050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/Sl7AISnGBWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wYUfOEkU-dI/s320/Bees21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/Sl7AIKT_KPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-uvYjIw95s4/s1600-h/Bees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358931853057140978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/Sl7AIKT_KPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-uvYjIw95s4/s320/Bees.jpg" 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/4609608042295939159-8726494793282548079?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8726494793282548079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8726494793282548079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8726494793282548079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8726494793282548079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='BEE  GIRL'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/Sl7AIh8j6vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/55J0XDSvLMY/s72-c/Bees22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6324504334260656517</id><published>2009-07-08T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:56:11.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT</title><content type='html'>It is hard being short.  I am almost 5'4" tall which isn't REALLY short but most people that I know are taller than me.  The main problem in this house is the shower.  H is 5'9" and daughter is 5'7".  I usually get my shower last and when I turn on the water to warm it up....I always forget to check the shower head.  I get in and get water right in the face.  Now........what if I want to wear yesterday's makeup?.......what if I don't want to get my hair wet?.........I can't decide if it is their fault for being tall or my fault for forgetting to lower the shower head.  It is kind of like when men leave the toilet seat up and you got the the bathroom in the middle of the night without the light on and BOOOM.  Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6324504334260656517?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6324504334260656517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6324504334260656517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6324504334260656517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6324504334260656517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/07/short.html' title='SHORT'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-3065975137414790094</id><published>2009-06-13T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:41:28.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SjR995uogGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/htmC-VAq5J4/s1600-h/Linda+Storm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347037160017526882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SjR995uogGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/htmC-VAq5J4/s320/Linda+Storm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SjR99ujTv6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/VaVwvt4Nufg/s1600-h/Linda+Storm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347037157017239458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SjR99ujTv6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/VaVwvt4Nufg/s320/Linda+Storm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SjR99mOZzPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YZQ1xmxSD1g/s1600-h/Linda+Storm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347037154782072050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SjR99mOZzPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YZQ1xmxSD1g/s320/Linda+Storm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This storm had a tornado in it we found out....the next day.  It took the neighbor's trampoline and deposited it on the other side of their barn.  It also left a path through a cornfield and took out a tree.  Wow.  What a night!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SjR99bgkcII/AAAAAAAAAJM/57dR9ESOgt4/s1600-h/Linda+Storm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347037151905476738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SjR99bgkcII/AAAAAAAAAJM/57dR9ESOgt4/s320/Linda+Storm1.jpg" 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/4609608042295939159-3065975137414790094?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/3065975137414790094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=3065975137414790094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3065975137414790094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3065975137414790094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='SCARY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SjR995uogGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/htmC-VAq5J4/s72-c/Linda+Storm4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6790345582963708733</id><published>2009-05-29T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:25:06.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAIRIE BIRD GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SiClaxBvCII/AAAAAAAAAJE/gvV4KU8R8Ok/s1600-h/Bird+Girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341451037317204098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SiClaxBvCII/AAAAAAAAAJE/gvV4KU8R8Ok/s320/Bird+Girls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prairie bird girls got together for lunch at J's and we had a wonderful time.  We hope to do that again soon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SiClau-VZsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/STsOrMuqTLU/s1600-h/Bird+Girls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341451036766070466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SiClau-VZsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/STsOrMuqTLU/s320/Bird+Girls1.jpg" 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/4609608042295939159-6790345582963708733?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6790345582963708733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6790345582963708733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6790345582963708733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6790345582963708733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_29.html' title='PRAIRIE BIRD GIRLS'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SiClaxBvCII/AAAAAAAAAJE/gvV4KU8R8Ok/s72-c/Bird+Girls2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-9087334897440651308</id><published>2009-05-23T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:53:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/ShhiVqisEwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hskby93Nla8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339125482584281858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/ShhiVqisEwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hskby93Nla8/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-9087334897440651308?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/9087334897440651308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=9087334897440651308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/9087334897440651308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/9087334897440651308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/05/rob.html' title='ROB'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/ShhiVqisEwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hskby93Nla8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7273709944046320606</id><published>2009-05-17T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:15:28.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSE HAIRS</title><content type='html'>Honey and I were having our customary coffee together this morning.   I was telling him about an article that I read about just getting in the car and taking off on an adventure.  You just get into the car and go with no cares.  Honey blinked a few times and said......So you get into the car and go with "nose hairs?"  I wrote what he said.....descretely....on a piece of paper because....you....see....he doesn't know about this blog.  Har har.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7273709944046320606?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7273709944046320606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7273709944046320606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7273709944046320606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7273709944046320606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/05/nose-hairs.html' title='NOSE HAIRS'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-1857915380250947316</id><published>2009-05-13T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:46:56.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOURNING DOVE NEST AND EGGS AND ROSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgumITiRJeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UZgREFcfKbo/s1600-h/Linda+May6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgumITiRJeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UZgREFcfKbo/s320/Linda+May6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335540845163652578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgumIPjBZyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ta7G2S8fx-w/s1600-h/Linda+May2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgumIPjBZyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ta7G2S8fx-w/s320/Linda+May2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335540844093073186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgumIKOBbGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AZFebxtuNNc/s1600-h/Linda+May1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgumIKOBbGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AZFebxtuNNc/s320/Linda+May1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335540842662816866" 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/4609608042295939159-1857915380250947316?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/1857915380250947316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=1857915380250947316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1857915380250947316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1857915380250947316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='MOURNING DOVE NEST AND EGGS AND ROSES'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgumITiRJeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UZgREFcfKbo/s72-c/Linda+May6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8595714329739135590</id><published>2009-05-07T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:42:01.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEATING PAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgPGIyHRaiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YmweOzGC_nw/s1600-h/Robin+Nest+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgPGIyHRaiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YmweOzGC_nw/s320/Robin+Nest+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333324237930326562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgPGIcI4HhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IJVS6k6TqeI/s1600-h/Black+Headed+Grosbeak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgPGIcI4HhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IJVS6k6TqeI/s320/Black+Headed+Grosbeak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333324232031477266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM....MOM....(my husband calls me Mom)......I turned on the heating pad for my back but I don't feel any heat...there must be something wrong with it......         I went to see what was up with Honey's heating pad.  I looked at him and then looked at the heating pad that was draped over the back of the couch.  Then I looked back at Honey.  He looked at the back of the couch and saw that the heating pad was not under him but was over the back of the couch.  I smiled and walked away and then really laughed when I was in the kitchen.  I could hear Honey mumbling in the diningroom while putting the heating pad under his back.  Poor baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-8595714329739135590?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8595714329739135590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8595714329739135590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8595714329739135590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8595714329739135590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/05/heating-pad.html' title='HEATING PAD'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SgPGIyHRaiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YmweOzGC_nw/s72-c/Robin+Nest+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-2644635789614143262</id><published>2009-03-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:47:58.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>satellite pie</title><content type='html'>I sent this picture of my pie to my sister and she said it looks like a satellite photo of a river system.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/Sati89-8taI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1tR1Dp7oEpM/s1600-h/PW+Cherry+Pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308445385356522914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/Sati89-8taI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1tR1Dp7oEpM/s320/PW+Cherry+Pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4609608042295939159-2644635789614143262?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/2644635789614143262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=2644635789614143262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2644635789614143262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2644635789614143262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='satellite pie'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/Sati89-8taI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1tR1Dp7oEpM/s72-c/PW+Cherry+Pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-902121802826169282</id><published>2009-02-02T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:27:52.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERKINS</title><content type='html'>My friend P and I just returned from Denver.  We helped my oldest daughter move to an apartment of her own.  She has had a roomie for 3 years and it was time to move on.  My friend and I stayed at a motel not far from Mom's nursing home.  Right across the parking lot is a Perkins restaurant.  We love their breakfasts.  The first morning we decided to have breakfast there and then go to my daughter's place to start the move.  We talked and talked about the move while we ate.  The next morning we ate a late breakfast at Perkins again.  After we ordered, we were hashing over the previous day's events.  All of a sudden, a perfect stranger came to our table.  He was about my age I think.  He grabbed my hand and put his other hand on my shoulder and said, "We were wondering how things went yesterday for you with moving your daughter to a new place."  I was stunned.  I looked at P and she was stunned.  I looked back at him and he said, "My friend and I were sitting across the isle from you yesterday and we were intriqued with the big day you were going to have."  "How did everything go?"  "Is your daughter all settled in?"  He was so nice.  I do remember them sitting across from us and they did look over alot but we just ignored them.  I didn't even look to see what they looked like.  I filled him in on the day's activities and he was genuinely happy to hear that everything went well.  It was so cute.  He said, "We were wondering all evening last evening how things went for you."  I couldn't believe it.  He kept patting me on the back and squeezing my hand.  P is always amazed when she is with me because things like that happen all the time.  I don't know what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-902121802826169282?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/902121802826169282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=902121802826169282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/902121802826169282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/902121802826169282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/02/perkins.html' title='PERKINS'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6931061428893389351</id><published>2009-01-23T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:00:22.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAND FLICKER</title><content type='html'>Honey and I were watching the news the other night.  One of the reporters had a last name of Meta.  Honey said, I wonder if he is related to Zubin Meta?  I said....WHO?.....You know...that guy.....he is a WAND FLICKER...........I said, What is a wand flicker?   Honey said, you know.....he flicks a wand in front of an orchestra.........I said, do you mean a CONDUCTOR?....Yea, that is it....a conductor.  I just shook my head and smiled.   Then I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget and he said.......what are you writing down?....I said, I don't want to forget what you just said........He has no idea that I put these things on this blog.  Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6931061428893389351?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6931061428893389351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6931061428893389351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6931061428893389351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6931061428893389351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/01/wand-flicker.html' title='WAND FLICKER'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8814545505743997509</id><published>2009-01-21T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:01:38.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNNY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SXflB4wcPLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yBc1eDpA4AA/s1600-h/Ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293951707575499954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SXflB4wcPLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yBc1eDpA4AA/s320/Ears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey and I were talking the other morning and the sun was shining through his ears.  I couldn't resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-8814545505743997509?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8814545505743997509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8814545505743997509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8814545505743997509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8814545505743997509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_21.html' title='SUNNY DAY'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SXflB4wcPLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yBc1eDpA4AA/s72-c/Ears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-1418626410286933918</id><published>2009-01-15T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:49:05.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROWTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SW-wPmL5o3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TNDd84vacZc/s1600-h/Starling+Lump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291641869178610546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SW-wPmL5o3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TNDd84vacZc/s320/Starling+Lump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of these birds has a growth on its throat.  Can  you see which one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-1418626410286933918?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/1418626410286933918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=1418626410286933918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1418626410286933918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1418626410286933918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_6026.html' title='GROWTH'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SW-wPmL5o3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TNDd84vacZc/s72-c/Starling+Lump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-455766082512365842</id><published>2009-01-15T12:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:49:51.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SW-havBgebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zBQMTxT4ECQ/s1600-h/IH+scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SW-havBgebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zBQMTxT4ECQ/s320/IH+scarf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291625567855081906" 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/4609608042295939159-455766082512365842?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/455766082512365842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=455766082512365842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/455766082512365842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/455766082512365842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SW-havBgebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zBQMTxT4ECQ/s72-c/IH+scarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6801865654690187896</id><published>2009-01-15T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:11:41.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honey was in the kitchen getting coffee........I was in the diningroom watching tv.......I said......Honey...do you want to watch the local news??????  Honey said........Do I want to watch the lotus eaters????????  No honey.......THE LOCAL NEWS.........    Poor baby can't hear very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6801865654690187896?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6801865654690187896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6801865654690187896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6801865654690187896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6801865654690187896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/01/honey-was-in-kitchen-getting-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8174507897404391368</id><published>2009-01-12T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:47:21.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SWwq4eIUAkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PyA8fsOYGYU/s1600-h/09-01-13Finch+and+Hawk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SWtbS5xZVvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/N3hhO1rYqjM/s320/Harry+Woodpecker+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290422567580554994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SWtbSkeM6aI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Nsx2Kyn4tdU/s1600-h/Harry+Woodpecker+2+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SWtbSkeM6aI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Nsx2Kyn4tdU/s320/Harry+Woodpecker+2+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290422561862904226" 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/4609608042295939159-8028693695238021785?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8028693695238021785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8028693695238021785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8028693695238021785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8028693695238021785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SWtbS5xZVvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/N3hhO1rYqjM/s72-c/Harry+Woodpecker+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7974733803976125332</id><published>2009-01-10T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:56:08.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWRENCE WELK</title><content type='html'>Honey and I were watching Lawrence Welk after supper tonight.  Honey can't hear very well anymore.  I said,  See that clarinet player on the right?  That is Peanuts Hucko.  He was from Denver and Dad knew him.  Honey looked at me and said........I've never heard of Deano Taco before.  It took me a minute for it to register.  I said,  PEANUTS HUCKO.  Oh...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7974733803976125332?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7974733803976125332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7974733803976125332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7974733803976125332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7974733803976125332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/01/lawrence-welk.html' title='LAWRENCE WELK'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-4066147724490142243</id><published>2009-01-02T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:16:21.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SV6EF03MWHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3Yp6RQ_q0go/s1600-h/Linda+Violet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SV6EF03MWHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3Yp6RQ_q0go/s320/Linda+Violet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286808248203892850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SV6EFh9yMGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HLudeMbE_04/s1600-h/Window+Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SV6EFh9yMGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HLudeMbE_04/s320/Window+Cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286808243131265122" 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/4609608042295939159-4066147724490142243?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/4066147724490142243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=4066147724490142243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4066147724490142243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4066147724490142243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SV6EF03MWHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3Yp6RQ_q0go/s72-c/Linda+Violet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-598186673076113088</id><published>2008-12-05T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:39:19.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Female Purple Finch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/STnEtpZEX1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EIjBerir9vk/s1600-h/Lindabird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276464726925401938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/STnEtpZEX1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EIjBerir9vk/s320/Lindabird.jpg" 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/4609608042295939159-598186673076113088?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/598186673076113088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=598186673076113088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/598186673076113088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/598186673076113088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/12/immature-female-purple-finch.html' title='Adult Female Purple Finch'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/STnEtpZEX1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EIjBerir9vk/s72-c/Lindabird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-219121515490616797</id><published>2008-11-22T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:43:20.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIDERLESS HORSE</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Honey and I were visiting while having coffee. CNN had a deal mentioning that 43 years ago today, President Kennedy was assassinated. We were talking about how quickly time passes. I said that I remember watching the funeral on tv. I especially remembered the riderless horse. Honey hesitated a moment and then said, "That must have been a well trained horse." I hesitated several moments and said, "The horse was led for pete's sake." Then I started laughing as did Honey. After a bit I relayed a funny story. My friend was helping her sister lay a concrete base for a hot tub this summer. She told her to call Building Material Supply and ask how much a "yard" of concrete would cost. T called them and a young girl answered. T asked, "How much does a yard of concrete cost?" The girl said, "I don't know. How big is your yard?" T laughed so hard. She told the girl to get someone else. She did. I know that people who don't do alot of their own fixing up stuff wouldn't get the joke but it is funny. Then Honey said that it would have been funnier if I hadn't told it right after he said something stupid. Ha. It was a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-219121515490616797?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/219121515490616797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=219121515490616797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/219121515490616797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/219121515490616797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/11/riderless-horse.html' title='RIDERLESS HORSE'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-5712171573740359910</id><published>2008-09-30T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:18:03.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMBLING</title><content type='html'>Honey and I just returned from a trip to North Dakota.  One evening, while eating dinner, we had this conversation.  "The native american's sure have alot of gambling casino's.........yes they do.....they all split the profits......really?.....yes......J's brother likes to go to Las Vegas alot........did you know that J's mother was born near the Rose Bud reservation?........H says........why does J's mother go gambling at the Rose Bud reservation?........she doesn't, she was born near the Rose Bud.........but you said that she likes to go there to gamble......I did not, I said that J's BROTHER LIKES TO GO TO LAS VEGAS ALOT...........how could J's mother have been born on the Rose Bud reservation when she isn't an indian?.......SHE WASN'T BORN ON THE RESERVATION, I SAID SHE WAS BORN NEAR THE RESERVATION:  YOU WEREN'T LISTENING TO ME WERE YOU!!!!!!    NO....SORRY.................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-5712171573740359910?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/5712171573740359910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=5712171573740359910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/5712171573740359910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/5712171573740359910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/09/gambling.html' title='GAMBLING'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7356119893143158611</id><published>2008-09-08T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:32:49.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRICANE</title><content type='html'>This morning I was watching the news.  I have the tv set with the captions so that honey doesn't have to have the tv up so loud that it blasts my ears.  He is hard of hearing after many years on the tractor.  This morning they were talking about Hurrican Gustav.  The captions read GUZ STARVE.  Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7356119893143158611?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7356119893143158611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7356119893143158611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7356119893143158611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7356119893143158611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane.html' title='HURRICANE'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-829717416452384193</id><published>2008-08-31T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:50:22.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED TO GET MY HAT</title><content type='html'>Honey came in the house with a HUGE branch of a tree yesterday.  I said, "Why are you carrying that  huge branch into the house?"  He said, " I need to get my hat."  I said, "But why are you carrying that huge branch?"  He said, "I don't want to have to bend over to pick it up again."  Oh.....ok......what ever.......makes sense.....I guess.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-829717416452384193?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/829717416452384193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=829717416452384193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/829717416452384193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/829717416452384193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-to-get-my-hat.html' title='I NEED TO GET MY HAT'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6654619091724509066</id><published>2008-08-18T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:19:04.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTIE PIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SKpZ2nXxVzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/sZtm2tCKnXk/s1600-h/Spied+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236096311588116274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SKpZ2nXxVzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/sZtm2tCKnXk/s320/Spied+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this cutie pie at a restaurant out of town.  I couldn't resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6654619091724509066?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6654619091724509066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6654619091724509066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6654619091724509066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6654619091724509066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='CUTIE PIE'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SKpZ2nXxVzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/sZtm2tCKnXk/s72-c/Spied+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-2093818235957551130</id><published>2008-08-17T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:39:04.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY WHAT???????</title><content type='html'>Hi Honey........how was the drive home?......It was fine and I loved the rain and cool temps!...what are you wearing?.........(he had on purple sweatpants, blue shirt and green jacket)......you look like your wife has been gone for 4 days and there was nobody here to check your wardrobe choices before you left for the gym............Well, it was cold today and I decided to wear long sleeved pants..........WHAT?..........DID YOU SAY, LONG SLEEVE PANTS?...................,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-2093818235957551130?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/2093818235957551130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=2093818235957551130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2093818235957551130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2093818235957551130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-what.html' title='SAY WHAT???????'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8067673075001949737</id><published>2008-08-02T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:51:55.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TOW?</title><content type='html'>Hi honey,  Can you tow my pickup out to the dryland.  It is full of dirt and I need to empty the dirt out there and then Roy is going to change the filters and get it running.  ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND.......IT IS 103 DEGREES OUT THERE........CALL ROY.....JEESH WHAT ARE YOU THINKING......................i'll call roy.........................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-8067673075001949737?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8067673075001949737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8067673075001949737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8067673075001949737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8067673075001949737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/08/tow.html' title='A TOW?'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6879824859536073211</id><published>2008-07-30T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:26:11.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUCT TAPE</title><content type='html'>I'm going to go out and fix the tv antennae.  Ok....be careful......do you want the duct tape?.....no, I'm going to use bailing wire........ok......be careful, don't fall......ok........clang clang bump bump......Honey!!!!the tv reception is terrible now since you put the wire on there......do you want the duct tape?......no, I'm going to use bailing twine......ok.....be careful........Honey!!!!!the reception is even worse &lt;a href="mailto:now..........@#%&amp;amp;***##$%...........Are"&gt;now..........@#%&amp;amp;***##$%...........Are&lt;/a&gt; you ok?........I'm fine.......can you get the me the duct tape?!..............HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....SAID THE WIFE........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6879824859536073211?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6879824859536073211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6879824859536073211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6879824859536073211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6879824859536073211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/07/duct-tape.html' title='DUCT TAPE'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-2506622346220232057</id><published>2008-07-28T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:28:38.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SI6RGq1rH6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/hDPg-0cg158/s1600-h/Clouds3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228275761188380578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SI6RGq1rH6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/hDPg-0cg158/s320/Clouds3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SI6RGgrS_HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tGj0u17BYbI/s1600-h/Clouds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228275758460501106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SI6RGgrS_HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tGj0u17BYbI/s320/Clouds2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SI6RG1Ek4jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l0khH8T-g7E/s1600-h/Clouds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228275763935240754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SI6RG1Ek4jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l0khH8T-g7E/s320/Clouds1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are before and after shots of the clouds this evening.  The bright pretty blue ones were at 6:30 pm and the dark one was at 7:30 pm.  It should still have been daylight at 7:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-2506622346220232057?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/2506622346220232057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=2506622346220232057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2506622346220232057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2506622346220232057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/07/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SI6RGq1rH6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/hDPg-0cg158/s72-c/Clouds3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-5075816231156931309</id><published>2008-07-24T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:04:37.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rufous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SIjSPvR9p1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/uvWu0jQc-d8/s1600-h/Rufous1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SIjSPvR9p1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/uvWu0jQc-d8/s320/Rufous1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226658535395141458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SIjSPmHVZVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5Kus87bnTq8/s1600-h/Rufous2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SIjSPmHVZVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5Kus87bnTq8/s320/Rufous2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226658532934640978" 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/4609608042295939159-5075816231156931309?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/5075816231156931309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=5075816231156931309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/5075816231156931309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/5075816231156931309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/07/rufous.html' title='Rufous'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SIjSPvR9p1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/uvWu0jQc-d8/s72-c/Rufous1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-9043367570145982258</id><published>2008-07-23T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:40:56.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE GEMS</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my cousin for posting these pics for me.  Hummingbird season is upon us here and I can't seem to get anything done or focus on what I need to focus on.  It sure is fun though!!  The first one is a Calliope Hummer male and the second one is a Rufous male.  Calliope's are the smallest breeding bird in North America at 3.25 ".  Imagine that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-9043367570145982258?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/9043367570145982258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=9043367570145982258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/9043367570145982258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/9043367570145982258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-gems.html' title='LITTLE GEMS'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-4176286352415591200</id><published>2008-07-23T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:31:41.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SIejIz-QO7I/AAAAAAAAADs/61ySKuPD1e4/s1600-h/Caliope+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SIejIz-QO7I/AAAAAAAAADs/61ySKuPD1e4/s320/Caliope+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226325264372349874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4176286352415591200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4176286352415591200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/07/hummings.html' title='Hummings'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/SIejIz-QO7I/AAAAAAAAADs/61ySKuPD1e4/s72-c/Caliope+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-1992960884271931680</id><published>2008-07-20T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:00:37.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REMOTE</title><content type='html'>Honey........ya.............why is the closed caption on the tv in spanish?..........I don't know, I tried to switch from satellite to antenna after you went to bed............Oh, ok we are back in english now.......ok...................................Honey can take a tractor engine apart and put it back together but he can't figure out the tv remote to save his soul.......................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-1992960884271931680?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/1992960884271931680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=1992960884271931680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1992960884271931680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/1992960884271931680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/07/remote.html' title='REMOTE'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-4934108735021815892</id><published>2008-07-09T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:17:48.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 10</title><content type='html'>Kiss kiss.....hug hug......oh, I'm so glad to be back from Denver......I'm glad you are back from Denver......I missed you.......I missed you too!!.......Leftovers for dinner........I open the microwave........IT IS A MESS........I walk into the diningroom where he is laying on the couch........I shake my finger and say...........Why is it that when I am home the microwave stays clean and that you cover your food with the cover thingy but when I'm gone, without fail, you make a mess of the microwave?..........Really, now tell me what the difference is..........what?......nothing to say?..............................................................................................I don't know............You look funny from below...........I smack him...................................................................................The microwave is clean now.........I'M HOOOOOOOOME................................................................................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-4934108735021815892?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/4934108735021815892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=4934108735021815892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4934108735021815892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4934108735021815892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-my-world-part-10.html' title='WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 10'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7993080553737045487</id><published>2008-07-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:42:54.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 9</title><content type='html'>L walks into the kitchen this morning half awake and goes through the motions of making coffee. While the coffee is brewing L decides to see if the plant starts need water. There is one in particular that L has been rooting for a long time. It is a curly ivy. You just don't see those much anymore. L looks in the jar and there is no plant. Interesting. Now what could have happened to the plant? L looks directly above the jar which is placed just to the right of the window. There, hanging from the ventian blind is L's curly ivy plant. L yells.....WHY IS MY CURLY IVY HANGING FROM THE VENTIAN BLIND? H says.....well I don't know. H comes into the kitchen. The roots are dried up already. L looks at H and H says....well, you know.....it could have happened last night when I was up for a while after the storm........The blinds were still down and I pulled them up about 2 am......L just stands there and stares at H...........H blinks a couple of times and walks away...........L pours coffee and sits at the table in mourning over her little curly ivy plant.......BOO HOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7993080553737045487?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7993080553737045487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7993080553737045487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7993080553737045487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7993080553737045487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-my-world-part-8.html' title='WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 9'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-3390178424986011529</id><published>2008-06-30T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:53:19.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 8</title><content type='html'>In reference to Part 7......the soap is still there!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi honey what cha doing?....I'm starching and pinning doilies for P.  Why are you doing that? Can't she starch her own doilies?..........She doesn't like to........How many did you do this week?..........3......It took most of the day to do this.......This evening I was pinning the last one and showed H the final one.......I said, Now......if I leave this board on the table do you think you can refrain from setting something like toast with honey on it or a beer or your coffee cup?.......Sure, I would never do that.......Later on H sits at the table to tell me something and sets his hat on the board.....I glare.....he removes it.......then during more of his story he sets his glasses on the board.....I glare again.....he removes it......then....well you can read between the lines......I moved the board and if he hangs something on it I will have to kill him........Really.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-3390178424986011529?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/3390178424986011529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=3390178424986011529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3390178424986011529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3390178424986011529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-to-my-world-part-8.html' title='WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 8'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7433124596113215505</id><published>2008-06-25T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:52:34.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRESH EGGS AND POLITICS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to a neighbor (5 miles away) for my weekly fresh eggs.  I mean FRESH like right out of the chicken.  They are wonderful.  I visit with P for an hour to an hour and a half each week about nice, quiet things like recipes, knitting and our families.  Yesterday, H decided to go with me.  I usually go over about 3 because I know P's husband is taking a nap.  He is a nice enough man but I avoid him because he  ALWAYS wants to talk about politics.  I HATE to talk about politics and religion which is about all he knows how to talk about.  Since H went with me, P got her husband up from his nap.  I thought....well, it will be fine.....we aren't staying very long.  D came in to the room with a friendly hello as usual and we all sat in the living room.  We chit chatted for a while and all of a sudden D pulled a stack, and I mean stack, of 8x11 pages from the stand by his chair.  He said......I want to read something to you.....I thought.....Uh Oh.....surely not.....but I was WRONG.  He started reading all of the crap email that I get from different people about Iraq and Muslims and on and on and on.......and then he talked about how wonderful it was to grow up collecting scrap metal in the alley's to sell for candy and on and on and on.......I thought I was going to die.   I delete, without reading, the emails that he was reading to us.   I could feel my heart rate go up and my face turn red.  H was so quiet and I was glad because he feels the same way that I do about NOT talking about politics to people whom you might offend.  D proceeded to say things like we are fighting a war against Muslims.  Excuse me?!!!!!!  Then after an awful hour at least.....he got up and said.......I am going to read something to you out of the greatest book ever written........ I thought, Oh no he going to read the bible to us.......I stood up while he shuffled through his pile of books and he came up with a book that he ordered off of the internet that is being banned in Canada and he couldn't tell me why when I asked........all he knew about it was that if it is being banned....it must be a great book....for....you see.....he hasn't read it yet.....he just read the cover.....OH MY WORD....I couldn't get out of there soon enough...... In the meantime, P is saying.....D, don't talk about politics now......L and I don't talk about that stuff.....and D was saying.....It's ok, this stuff is interesting.........I finally made my way to the door and he followed us out..........I was exhausted by the time we got out of there....I told H that maybe he shouldn't go over again cause then P won't get D up from his nap.........He agreed.........I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK......I REALLY DON'T......BUT LEAVE ME ALONE..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7433124596113215505?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7433124596113215505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7433124596113215505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7433124596113215505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7433124596113215505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/06/fresh-eggs-and-politics.html' title='FRESH EGGS AND POLITICS'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7380020063248588956</id><published>2008-05-25T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:17:29.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 7</title><content type='html'>I love soap.  Call me wierd.  I love the smell of different soaps and the different suds they make.  My honey has a habit of stealing my soaps from the bathroom sink for his gym showers.  I tell him over and over and over NOT to take my bathroom sink soaps.  Get one from the drawer that doesn't look interesting and especially to check with me first.  NEVER works.  This morning I opened a new bar of Neutrogena face soap which I love.  Honey came in while I was unwrapping my precious soap.  H says........what cha doin?.......I'm unwrapping my facial soap......Oh.........DO NOT TAKE THIS SOAP.........H looks puzzled like he has never heard this before.........I decided to pull out all the stops today cause I'm crabby..........DO NOT TAKE THIS SOAP......H says ok I heard you the first time.........IF YOU TAKE MY SOAP YOU WILL BE SORRY........IT IS FOR FACES ONLY........IF YOU USE IT AT THE GYM IT WILL DO WIERD THINGS TO YOUR GENITALS.........H looks stunned..........I laugh hysterically..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7380020063248588956?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7380020063248588956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7380020063248588956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7380020063248588956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7380020063248588956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-my-world-part-7.html' title='WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 7'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6740673114807638150</id><published>2008-05-11T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T07:14:59.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 6</title><content type='html'>Honey.....I can't get a good picture of the birds at the feeder with the screen door on there.  The screen makes my pictures fuzzy...........Ok, I will take the screen door off.............Husband comes back and says........do you have a pair of plyers, I can't get the door off............Wife says, Sure I do, hold on....let me knit this row and I will get them for you..........H says......I'll get them, where are they............Wife says..........they are with the combs and brushes in the bathroom...........H says........why are they with the combs and brushes in the bathroom........Wife says.......I keep them there so you won't steal them..........H goes to bathroom to get the pliers..........H says, you have a screwdriver in here too.........Wife smiles.........Wife starts to think of new hiding place for pliers and screwdriver...........Helpful hint.......if you are married to a farmer, paint the handles of all of your tools including shovels etc...pink.  NO farmer will use pink tools....someone might see them.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6740673114807638150?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6740673114807638150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6740673114807638150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6740673114807638150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6740673114807638150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-my-world-part-6.html' title='WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 6'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6173664803370544230</id><published>2008-05-03T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T08:22:57.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 5</title><content type='html'>Hi honey, what cha doing?........I'm checking my email..........Can I see some?.......sure.........This one will take a minute or two to load.......ok then........H walks to another room.........H says are you finished unloading that email yet?............AM I WHAT?.............Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6173664803370544230?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6173664803370544230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6173664803370544230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6173664803370544230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6173664803370544230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-my-world-part-5.html' title='WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 5'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8366419712706962028</id><published>2008-04-30T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:34:49.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 4</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, hubby and I had a nice meatloaf dinner at 6:00ish.  After supper he put on his outside clothes and said I'll be back in a bit....I am going to burn some brush in the ditch about 100 yards west of the house.  But honey..........we have 4% humidity today.......i know, it will be fine..........be careful..........2 hours later.........smoke blackened husband comes in.........smells TERRIBLE............how is the fire honey........fine.......it will be out soon..........wanna watch this show on China?.......sure.......one hour later..........I'm going out to check the fire..............ok be careful............two hours later............REALLY smoke blackened husband shows up in his underware and heads for the bathroom...........comes out of the bathroom........how is the fire........it's fine......it is almost out.........a cottonwood tree caught on fire and I had to hook  up 150 yards of hose and put the fires out........fires? I said..........it is fine now..........i have the hose running............I'M GOING TO BED NOW............DON'T STAY UP TOO LATE........wife goes to bed and prays that she won't be a cinder in the morning..............everything turned out fine and I woke up in one piece...........he slept in this morning so I know he was up very very late with that fire.........the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-8366419712706962028?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8366419712706962028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8366419712706962028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8366419712706962028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8366419712706962028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-my-world-part-4.html' title='WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 4'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6705696045974120174</id><published>2008-04-28T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:01:50.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi honey.  What cha doing?  I have to make a call......No honey, you can't make a phone call with the tv remote........oh, ok.....................No honey, you can't write something down with my eyeliner.......oh, ok....................................................Look what I found outside..........what is it?..............I think it is a model A radiator cap.................OOOOOh that is neat.............I think I will give it to Roy...............No you won't....I am going to put it out to display..............What will you use it for.............I will put bobby pins in it.............ok then.............Bye, going back outside.......Ok, be careful..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6705696045974120174?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6705696045974120174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6705696045974120174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6705696045974120174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6705696045974120174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-my-world-part-3-hi-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-203171603962940200</id><published>2008-04-12T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:46:46.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACvK8kmcAI/AAAAAAAAADI/fzLwtP8J9zk/s1600-h/Store10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACutskmb8I/AAAAAAAAACo/fmQKwVmlWbE/s320/Store5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188338870812831682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACut8kmb9I/AAAAAAAAACw/4_httEu6DdA/s1600-h/Store6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACut8kmb9I/AAAAAAAAACw/4_httEu6DdA/s320/Store6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188338875107798994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACuuckmb-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/nouVpHM5dCc/s1600-h/Store8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACuuckmb-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/nouVpHM5dCc/s320/Store8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188338883697733602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACuuskmb_I/AAAAAAAAADA/vsB5A1dW2SI/s1600-h/Store9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACuuskmb_I/AAAAAAAAADA/vsB5A1dW2SI/s320/Store9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188338887992700914" 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/4609608042295939159-4515526522946228406?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/4515526522946228406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=4515526522946228406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4515526522946228406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4515526522946228406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_8246.html' title=''/><author><name>Elanath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACutskmb8I/AAAAAAAAACo/fmQKwVmlWbE/s72-c/Store5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-226896834999265881</id><published>2008-04-12T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:42:41.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACuIMkmb4I/AAAAAAAAACI/757I_kxgTqE/s1600-h/Store1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACuI8kmb7I/AAAAAAAAACg/Z7KSdw-kfnw/s320/Store4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188338239452639154" 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/4609608042295939159-226896834999265881?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/226896834999265881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=226896834999265881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/226896834999265881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/226896834999265881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Elanath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk5jzFvSMuM/SACuIMkmb4I/AAAAAAAAACI/757I_kxgTqE/s72-c/Store1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7134671078180441547</id><published>2008-04-11T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:33:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday ramblings</title><content type='html'>Today was a nice day.  Last night I decided to write my memoirs.  I started at 8 pm and finished for the night at 12:30 am.  This morning I got up at 8 and made coffee and started writing and writing and writing.  I have a total of 30 pages so far and I am up to Junior High.  It is so much fun but I don't get anything done.  At 4:00 my good friend called and told me that she bought the old school down the road.  She is going to put a store in there someday.  She picked H and I up and we went there to look things over.  My hubby went to junior high there years ago.  It is a terrible mess with pigeon poo everywhere.  She plans to fix it up in no time.  I am glad she is so optomistic.  I wish her well.  I won't be involved in that part.  Yuck.  It made my stomach turn.  The building is awesome though and sturdy.  It was built in 1893 and remodeled in 1923.  Amazing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7134671078180441547?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7134671078180441547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7134671078180441547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7134671078180441547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7134671078180441547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-ramblings.html' title='Friday ramblings'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-214764938106469017</id><published>2008-04-08T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:10:38.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_vfSR31_OI/AAAAAAAAADk/wgs-9g3Q3c0/s1600-h/Isa+Horse+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_vfSR31_OI/AAAAAAAAADk/wgs-9g3Q3c0/s320/Isa+Horse+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186984900975525090" 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/4609608042295939159-214764938106469017?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/214764938106469017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=214764938106469017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/214764938106469017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/214764938106469017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_vfSR31_OI/AAAAAAAAADk/wgs-9g3Q3c0/s72-c/Isa+Horse+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-5825833887670093330</id><published>2008-04-05T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:00:58.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD SOMEONE ELSE COOKED!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was a fun day.  Hubby and I went to a retirement luncheon for a Division of Wildlife Officer friend of ours who retired after 30 years of service.  HE IS MY AGE AND HE CAN'T BE RETIRING.  There is something wrong here since we are only 24 years old STILL.  The food was good.  Beef, potatoes, salad, bread and CAKE.  I love cake.  The DOW building is huge.  There are lots of dead animals and such standing around or hanging from the walls or dangling from a wire from the ceiling.  Kind of creepy really.  It was a beautiful day and we had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-5825833887670093330?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/5825833887670093330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=5825833887670093330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/5825833887670093330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/5825833887670093330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-someone-else-cooked.html' title='FOOD SOMEONE ELSE COOKED!!!!!!'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8083152598291147430</id><published>2008-04-04T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:59:51.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>artisan bread</title><content type='html'>Today was bread day.  Actually, yesterday and today were bread days.  I made my friend's artisan bread.  It is yummy.  The dough is mixed and raised for 18 hours.  Then two more hours of raising on a foured cloth in a bowl and then baking takes place.  It is yummy.  It was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_akgB31_NI/AAAAAAAAADc/OMUxu9JHDqE/s1600-h/Adele%27s+Singing2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_akgB31_NI/AAAAAAAAADc/OMUxu9JHDqE/s320/Adele%27s+Singing2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185512891129134290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_akgB31_NI/AAAAAAAAADc/OMUxu9JHDqE/s1600-h/Adele%27s+Singing2.JPG"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_akfx31_MI/AAAAAAAAADU/Wfmrx5g-nO4/s1600-h/Adele%27s+Singing1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_akfx31_MI/AAAAAAAAADU/Wfmrx5g-nO4/s320/Adele%27s+Singing1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185512886834166978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_akfh31_LI/AAAAAAAAADM/rOz0LzJj7Jw/s1600-h/Adele%27s+Singing3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_akfh31_LI/AAAAAAAAADM/rOz0LzJj7Jw/s320/Adele%27s+Singing3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185512882539199666" 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/4609608042295939159-8083152598291147430?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8083152598291147430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8083152598291147430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8083152598291147430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8083152598291147430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/04/artisan-bread.html' title='artisan bread'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_akgB31_NI/AAAAAAAAADc/OMUxu9JHDqE/s72-c/Adele%27s+Singing2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-320412831441497569</id><published>2008-04-02T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:26:50.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGEL</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, as I was checking my email, I heard a very loud noise.  At first I thought it was hubby blowing himself up while burning stumps.  I ran outside and saw that he was ok.  I looked all around and couldn't find any reason for the loud noise.  After supper tonight, I was going out the back door to check the bird feeder and noticed a perfect impression of a bird on the door window.  THAT is what made the loud noise.  Poor thing.  I washed that window yesterday.  Now I know a good reason not to wash windows.  Bird preservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_RqPR31_KI/AAAAAAAAADE/gu1RvTc5GIU/s1600-h/Window4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_RqPR31_KI/AAAAAAAAADE/gu1RvTc5GIU/s320/Window4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184885881738493090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_RqOx31_JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3MNtoLyNPOo/s1600-h/Window3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_RqOx31_JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3MNtoLyNPOo/s320/Window3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184885873148558482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_RpGR31_EI/AAAAAAAAACU/nrC6--2N6iM/s1600-h/Window1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_RpGR31_EI/AAAAAAAAACU/nrC6--2N6iM/s320/Window1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884627608042562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_RqOh31_II/AAAAAAAAAC0/LaG9Xw6sxwA/s1600-h/Window2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_RqOh31_II/AAAAAAAAAC0/LaG9Xw6sxwA/s320/Window2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184885868853591170" 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/4609608042295939159-320412831441497569?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/320412831441497569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=320412831441497569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/320412831441497569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/320412831441497569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/04/angel.html' title='ANGEL'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/R_RqPR31_KI/AAAAAAAAADE/gu1RvTc5GIU/s72-c/Window4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-873041056748627252</id><published>2008-04-02T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:39:48.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dingy</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my wonderful, fabulous, brilliant, generous, peachie, organized cousin, I am able to finally post to my blog.  At her suggestion, I have a little book to keep my user names and passwords to various things.  The problem at this point is trying to remember them all.  I can't rely on my memory anymore.  I used to have a memory like a steel trap......but no more.  Thanks cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading some wonderful blogs lately.  I am amazed that these people can write and write and make the reading so interesting.  Now I will have to ask my cousin to help me learn to upload pictures to this blog.  She has been known to even upload for me from afar bless her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby just called and needs a ride home from town as we are having one of the cars worked on today and it won't be ready till tomorrow morning.  That means that he will need a ride TO town tomorrow morning.  I am not a morning person.  He will have to wait a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taping THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER on TCM right now.  I love these old movies.  I used to watch them every Saturday morning when I was a kid.  Last night I taped PSYCHO.  Ooooh.  That one was scary.  I haven't watched it yet.  I will of course watch it during the daylight hours.  I live way out in the country and I get spooked at night.  Lock the doors and pull the shades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for now.  I have two boxes to mail at the PO before I pick up hubby.  The daughter got a king size bed and I am sending her a king size bedspread that I have had in the closet for years and a small (all metal) pot and lid for her artisan bread baking and some Rennett for making cheese.  THE FARMERS DAUGHTER MOVES TO THE CITY.  Off to town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-873041056748627252?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/873041056748627252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=873041056748627252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/873041056748627252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/873041056748627252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2008/04/dingy.html' title='dingy'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-3078685048360133315</id><published>2007-09-20T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:30:36.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Likes me. It really likes me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvLmb4ZyssI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZuayZNkpkZ8/s1600-h/RTHUM1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvLmb4ZyssI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZuayZNkpkZ8/s320/RTHUM1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112401893690356418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvLmcIZystI/AAAAAAAAACM/Cy99G772L70/s1600-h/RTHUM2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvLmcIZystI/AAAAAAAAACM/Cy99G772L70/s320/RTHUM2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112401897985323730" 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/4609608042295939159-3078685048360133315?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/3078685048360133315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=3078685048360133315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3078685048360133315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3078685048360133315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-likes-me-it-really-likes-me.html' title='It Likes me. It really likes me.'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvLmb4ZyssI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZuayZNkpkZ8/s72-c/RTHUM1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8608495585014356132</id><published>2007-09-19T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:19:11.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby-throated Hummingbird</title><content type='html'>Today's entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvHmI-AWWjI/AAAAAAAAABk/gh4dhhegdbc/s1600-h/Hummers+Sept2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvHmI-AWWjI/AAAAAAAAABk/gh4dhhegdbc/s320/Hummers+Sept2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112120093800028722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvHmJOAWWlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AkMMuH7X2G8/s1600-h/Hummers+Sept4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvHmJOAWWlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AkMMuH7X2G8/s320/Hummers+Sept4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112120098094996050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvHmJOAWWkI/AAAAAAAAABs/ge_2LaBCcms/s1600-h/Hummers+Sept3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvHkjOAWWeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DxTNVhbUNYI/s320/Hummers+Sept1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112118345748339170" 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/4609608042295939159-8608495585014356132?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8608495585014356132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8608495585014356132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8608495585014356132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8608495585014356132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/09/ruby-throated-hummingbird.html' title='Ruby-throated Hummingbird'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RvHmI-AWWjI/AAAAAAAAABk/gh4dhhegdbc/s72-c/Hummers+Sept2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8684107903389158237</id><published>2007-08-21T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T04:57:06.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RsrSnbtUaEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h65X7zPtte8/s1600-h/Hummers4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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We had some homemade mushroom rice soup for supper.  Here is part of the conversation that we had............This soup is so so good.......It's Mom's recipe..........  Mean while I looked at the one pint jar that he was drinking his milk out of..........Where did you get that jar?...........I got it off of the counter by the sink..........Did it have soapy water in it?.........Yes, I rinsed it out...........Why do you do that?...........It's fine.........My Beta fish died today and I dumped him down the toilet and I put dish soap in the jar and set it on the counter...........I'll be fine..........NO, THROW THAT MILK AWAY RIGHT NOW.........Won't do any good now............why not?............I drank a beer out of it before the milk.........You are going to die of some tropical disease and get the shits while I'm gone...........I'll be fine don't worry about me.................Pointing finger..........Don't do that anymore, what is in the dish drainer is clean and what is on the counter is not................Ok I'll be fine.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6889313382340234199?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6889313382340234199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6889313382340234199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6889313382340234199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6889313382340234199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-to-my-world-part-2.html' title='WELCOME TO MY WORLD PART 2'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7735604366844102543</id><published>2007-08-10T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:08:14.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY WORLD</title><content type='html'>My husband is getting hard of hearing from years of farming and being around loud farm machinery.  Here are two examples of recent conversations that we have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi honey, what cha watching?........Leap of Faith.........Beeper Face?  I've never heard of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning:  I'm going to throw these newspapers away.........No don't do that, I'm saving them.........What for?........Packing dishes...........Who is Patsy Lubbers?.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7735604366844102543?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7735604366844102543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7735604366844102543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7735604366844102543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7735604366844102543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='WELCOME TO MY WORLD'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6853470795055933765</id><published>2007-07-23T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T05:06:29.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strange and amazing</title><content type='html'>My friend P and I went to a town about 70 miles west of here to pick up some farming supplies.  Then we tried to find a little cafe to have lunch.  There were none so we drove to the next town east and again there were none.  What is happening?  It is so hard to find little mom and pop cafe's anymore.  We drove the next town east and ate at Village Inn.  It was ok but WE LIKE CAFE'S.  We headed down a back road to home which would be about 60 miles.  Stopped at a historic fort.  It was way too hot to walk through.  103 on her car thermometer.  We took a few pics and headed on down the road.  We were looking at the nice farms.  Looked on this side of the road and then that side of the road.  La La La very relaxing and nice.  All of a sudden I saw a Zebra.  Yes a Zebra.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RqXrJh7uJ6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jYw19WNQdBs/s1600-h/Fort+Bent11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RqXrJh7uJ6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jYw19WNQdBs/s320/Fort+Bent11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090733502772422562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't live in Africa.  I live in Colorado for heaven's sake.  We backed up and saw a herd of Gazelle, two very large deer like creatures with horns pointing straight back, an Ostrich, 4 donkeys, one mule and an Emu.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RqXqzx7uJ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bn7r_EbP1fI/s1600-h/Fort+Bent7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RqXqzx7uJ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bn7r_EbP1fI/s320/Fort+Bent7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090733129110267794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove past the house and saw another Ostrich and some more Emu's.  Amazing.  Out in the middle of nowhere.  Oh, I forgot the gaggle of 20 big white geese.  It was so much fun to watch them all.  You just never know when you get up in the morning what you are going to see and do.  It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6853470795055933765?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6853470795055933765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6853470795055933765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6853470795055933765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6853470795055933765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/07/strange-and-amazing.html' title='strange and amazing'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpd5QccN85Y/RqXrJh7uJ6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jYw19WNQdBs/s72-c/Fort+Bent11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-3576331056175380123</id><published>2007-07-22T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T10:20:44.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dust</title><content type='html'>I am going to dust today.  I sent pics of my furniture to my cuz and saw all of the dust.  Oh my gosh.  I should take pics of each room and see what needs to be done that other people see.  Not that it matters that much but oh my goodness.  My excuse:  I live in the semi-arid desert of Colorado.  Birdgirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-3576331056175380123?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/3576331056175380123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=3576331056175380123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3576331056175380123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3576331056175380123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/07/dust.html' title='dust'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-3663518642587928783</id><published>2007-06-19T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:52:19.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIFTS!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my birthday.  A few days ago my cousing sent me a big box.  I was able to resist until today.  I opened the box.  Here is a list of what was in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday card&lt;br /&gt;Candle in a wine glass&lt;br /&gt;candle in a tea cup with saucer&lt;br /&gt;hand knitted face cloth and soap sack with a bar of pear glycerine soap&lt;br /&gt;box of Russell Stover chocolates&lt;br /&gt;Episodes 18 - 49 of favorite knitting podcast&lt;br /&gt;hand painted glass bottle with tip for cooking oil&lt;br /&gt;hand knit merino wool socks&lt;br /&gt;four balls of dish cloth cotton for knitting&lt;br /&gt;book on knitting.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome and MADE MY DAY!!!!!!!  Thank you cousin for your generosity and thoughtfullness and skill and everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my weekly shopping day with friend P.  We have gone shopping together for about 15 years.  Not always on Tuesdays but once a week for a long time.  People in town see us and say oh yes it is Tuesday.  One time I called the dr. office to make an appt and the secretary said that she had an opening on tuesday but that is my shopping day.  How funny.  We buy groceries, get water, do errands etc....  P always drives.  She is a really special friend.  She has done things for me that no human being should or would do for another person.  The seating hostess at the restaurant that we always have breakfast at asked today if we were just friends or relatives.  I told her we were friends and that we are closer than most relatives.  Cousin in east excepted of course.  The seating hostess is a real character.  She is seating hostess by day and prison guard by night.  I don't know when she sleeps.  She is also on the city council and rides her Harley to work every morning.  I bought our mechanic breakfast this morning.  He lives down the road and keeps all 4 of our old cars going.  He came in and said hi but wouldn't sit with us.  I called him on his cell a little while later to say hi.  It was fun.  His wife passed away 8 months ago and it has been hard for him.  He was in the army, mechanic at a mine in the mts.,owned his own large equipment business, had a small engine business and is now retired and fixes lawn mowers and our cars.  We take him out for supper every so often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will close for now.  Later.  Bird Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-3663518642587928783?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/3663518642587928783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=3663518642587928783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3663518642587928783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3663518642587928783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/06/gifts.html' title='GIFTS!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6409254575075176108</id><published>2007-06-19T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:22:51.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6409254575075176108?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6409254575075176108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6409254575075176108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6409254575075176108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6409254575075176108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-2112170939443298376</id><published>2007-06-10T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:55:58.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT DRESSED</title><content type='html'>I took Mom to live where my sister lives.  She is in a much nicer nursing home now.  I hope she is happier.  I just got an email from my sister telling me that she doesn't like the place as much as she did and asked if I had called Mom today and that she would ask her if I called at 5:00 when she goes back over there.  You can make your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired today from 8 plus hours in the car yesterday plus the stress BUT  I did not get dressed today AND I baked bread, made homemade soup for supper AND I have a cobbler in the oven for dessert.  We will eat like Kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone following the Paris Hilton thing?  I read up on it last night.  First she got a DUI and lost her license for a while.  She was stopped while driving her Mercedes Benz.  Then she got caught driving without a license in her BENTLEY.  Then she was sent to jail for 45 days and only spent 3 days there before she was released for medical reasons with an ankle bracelet to her Tuscan style home in Hollywood Hills.  Then the Reverend Al Sharpton got on the band wagon and complained because she is white and rich and evidently above the law.  Then a judge put her back into jail and she is now in the jail mental hospital.  Any opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will take a shower before supper.  Maybe I will get dressed.  The youngest is scraping the garage and will then prime it and paint it.  She is resting now as it is 90 degress today.  I will suggest that she do that in the am while it is cool.  When it is that hot it is uncomfortable even on the shady side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.  Bird Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-2112170939443298376?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/2112170939443298376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=2112170939443298376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2112170939443298376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/2112170939443298376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-dressed.html' title='NOT DRESSED'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-8418681709286664072</id><published>2007-06-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:05:58.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BROWNIES</title><content type='html'>The brownies are done.  I will take them to the staff at the nursing home today.  They are like vultures when I arrive.  The painting is coming along nicely.  The daughter will start the trim today.  That is it for now.  The CBS morning news had a segment on bird watching this morning.  Great!!  We need more bird watchers.  Bird Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-8418681709286664072?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/8418681709286664072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=8418681709286664072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8418681709286664072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/8418681709286664072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/06/brownies.html' title='BROWNIES'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-4143454155384848160</id><published>2007-05-31T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:12:55.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>painting</title><content type='html'>The daughter is home and is going to paint her bedroom today.  Everything from her room is in the livingroom in a pile.  Indigo Girls is playing.  We just took the door off to take a chair out of the room and then put the door back on.  My doors are heavy because they are solid wood (ash) and are hard to handle.  We are farm girls so we got it done with alot of grunting and heavy breathing.  Update soon.  Bird Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-4143454155384848160?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/4143454155384848160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=4143454155384848160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4143454155384848160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/4143454155384848160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/05/painting.html' title='painting'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-6064162687861895171</id><published>2007-05-30T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:57:47.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BON FIRE</title><content type='html'>My husband is burning branches left over from the tree he cut down.  The fire is in the middle of the driveway.  Very rustic.  Smelly too.  Going out for Chinese tonight!!  Bird Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-6064162687861895171?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/6064162687861895171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=6064162687861895171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6064162687861895171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/6064162687861895171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/05/bon-fire.html' title='BON FIRE'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-7930181697506080884</id><published>2007-05-29T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:44:16.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 29, 2007</title><content type='html'>After almost 24 hours of trying to post again unsuccessfully, I finally remembered my user name and password again.  I swear.  Had a great day shopping with my friend.  Then went to see Mom in the nursing home.  Had leftovers for supper.  So nice to have my baby home for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-7930181697506080884?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/7930181697506080884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=7930181697506080884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7930181697506080884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/7930181697506080884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-29-2007.html' title='May 29, 2007'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609608042295939159.post-3097123552638176303</id><published>2007-05-28T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:09:10.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, May 28, 2007</title><content type='html'>I visited Mom in the nursing home.  Came home and cooked brats and homemade apple pie.  My daughter has a friend visiting.  She will leave tomorrow.  I will miss her.  My daughter is home for a couple of months.  She's in college in North Carolina and will graduate with a degree in Environmental Studies next May.  After supper we played MAD GAB.  Fun game.  Pretty good day.  My daughter is sleeping in my other daughter's room while her friend is here.  There were 4 Starlings in the woodstove which they got out last night and tonight.  Funny.  Noisy too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609608042295939159-3097123552638176303?l=goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/feeds/3097123552638176303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4609608042295939159&amp;postID=3097123552638176303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3097123552638176303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609608042295939159/posts/default/3097123552638176303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessoftheplains.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-may-28-2007.html' title='Monday, May 28, 2007'/><author><name>bird girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06993695819040529138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
