<?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-5988835686697798597</id><updated>2012-01-02T09:24:20.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gates'</title><subtitle type='html'>The Gates'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>479</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-1713813528005457553</id><published>2012-01-02T09:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:24:20.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>I can't say I'm not glad to see the end of 2011. Not nearly as glad as I was to see the end of 2009, though. The Holidays are over and they were good. It was great to have my son, Jonathon, home for Christmas. Just watching my kids interact and enjoy life makes everything good. My hubby went to the Tin Shack in Georgetown and got some of my Christmas gifts.....lucky me! I LOVE that place! I am going to redo a very short wall in my dining area so the gifts are for that area. I have been eyeing a nightlight/tart warmer that was in the Country Sampler...I now own it! I am looking forward to just doing some things that I have been wanting to do. My client got me a "cricut" and some cartridges along with some accessories and her daughter got me some more accessories and scrapbooking stuff. I have made an appointment with myself to have some play time tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all! Oh, yes! Unlike some people I didn't gain a pound over the holidays in spite of homemade cinnamon rolls, candy, chocolate and other good stuff. I am proud of me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-1713813528005457553?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/1713813528005457553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=1713813528005457553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1713813528005457553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1713813528005457553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-108115162861761990</id><published>2011-11-27T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:41:11.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A days work.........</title><content type='html'>I left work, went home, hubby jumped in van, dropped him off at work, shopped for a bit, went home, had hot tea, cleaned a little, went to bank, back home to clean more, went to library, took hubby some lunch, back home to take a nap, up to finish cleaning, put leftover food in oven to heat, took Seth to work, grocery shopped, went to Walgreens, picked hubby up, back to bank, home to eat, foot massage from hubby, back to get Seth. Home again, showered and off to bed I go, where I slept for 7 straight hours! YES!!! &lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that I am very thankful that the antibiotic didn't give me a black, hairy tongue like it said it could. That would of just been too gross! I guess my days of struggling with this wisdom tooth and having it go away are over. I had the antibiotic and RX pain relief and it is better but it still hurts. Looks like it is time to get it taken out. DREADFUL thought. I am hoping to put it off until after Christmas but most definitely will not let myself get to where I was on the infection/pain level. I told hubby if I could only get rid of the right side of my body I would be ok! Tooth, knee, leg and foot all hurt on that side! I thought my knee pain was better..........until I went off the high dose pain meds! No such luck! Getting old isn't fun at all! Better than the alternative but still...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-108115162861761990?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/108115162861761990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=108115162861761990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/108115162861761990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/108115162861761990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-work.html' title='A days work.........'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-4708618015184761378</id><published>2011-11-25T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:58:49.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was GREAT! We waited until evening to eat so Jake could be there. I got home and was done with all the prep work by 12:00 then I went to pick up my hubby from work. After I ate some lunch we were trying to decide what to do next and he figured he better take a nap because he had to get up at 2 A.M. to go to work. I can't believe I took a 2 hour nap and still got everything done! I mean, seriously I can't let him nap alone can I? This morning I woke up when he was getting ready to go to work but dozed off while he was eating. Lucky for him........he let me know he was leaving then I fell back to sleep. I am not used to being woke up by an alarm so I found it annoying. My "alarm" rubs my back and tells me it is time to get up! I also missed my hubby when I had to drive to work alone. I am used to having that time to talk or be in companionable silence!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-4708618015184761378?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/4708618015184761378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=4708618015184761378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4708618015184761378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4708618015184761378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/11/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5627714006590298489</id><published>2011-11-23T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:56:22.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY PEOPLE!</title><content type='html'>I was just in the business of making people happy Sunday. I was still feeling really awful so I stayed home from church. Seth forgot I was there and was wondering what they would have for dinner..........he didn't know quite what to think when he came in and smelled "good food." He turned around and saw me and the look on his face was priceless!! Later, hubby wanted a chocolate covered cherry minus the cherry so I took it out and ate it. He told Seth it was a special lady that would eat the cherry so you could have the yummy stuff without eating the nasty cherry. I personally like the cherry and will eat them out of the jar! Yep, I was sure making people happy that day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5627714006590298489?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5627714006590298489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5627714006590298489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5627714006590298489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5627714006590298489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-people.html' title='HAPPY PEOPLE!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-2466392114834008633</id><published>2011-11-23T08:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:56:55.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEW!</title><content type='html'>I had to come back to work to rest!!! I got yesterday and left to shop. Got back home and rested for awhile...went to the laundry mat then it was interview time for my girl. Dropped her off, went back to laundry mat. She told me she was done so back to get her and she got the job......orientation Friday, she needed a work permit, photo ID, and a Dr's ok! UH, really? Everything is closed Thursday. SOOOO, run to the school to get WP app. Run home to take Jake to work. Let hubby know what is up and get advice on how to proceed. He said he could take her Friday to get photo ID so take her to Dr. Stopped at KFC to get WP filled out, rush to Dr. Run home and start some clothes, run to get hubby, found out that he meant 4 A.M. Friday not 4 P.M. UH-OH! so he decided he would take a long lunch to take her to get ID today. I am tired............I didn't even have time to fix dinner so I ate cereal and fed my guys fried eggs! I did get up in time to fix my hubby some oatmeal this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-2466392114834008633?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/2466392114834008633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=2466392114834008633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2466392114834008633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2466392114834008633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/11/whew.html' title='WHEW!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5277477221733252912</id><published>2011-11-19T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T09:28:06.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIEF!!!!</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH.............antibiotic and perscription pain meds, how I love thee!!! I was told that University Hospital would take care of my wisdom tooth but it is a longer process if you don't have a referral but if you go through the E.R. they would see you quicker. My first thought was there was no way I was going to go downtown to the E.R. Weeeeeeeeeeel, ya get to hurting bad enough you will do whatever you have to do. Yesterday found me going to hubby's work and telling him the scoop and ended with me downtown in the E.R. I was so impressed by the speed and treatment. NOONE acted like I was dumb for coming in and I might very well be able to get this tooth cut out in about a month. It was rather funny that one of the first question they asked me was whether I was a danger to myself or others. Then they asked if I wanted to hurt myself. "Nope." "Did I want to hurt others???" "No, I wasn't there........yet but I wasn't sure what could happen." Hubby just about croaked!!! He said, "DEAR!, they need you to be serious." The lady started laughing and asked, "but for right now you are not wanting to hurt anyone??" "Nah, not at this moment." I had not been in the mood to crack jokes before but I think knowing that the end of my misery was in sight helped ALOT! I am so grateful that hubby dropped everything and took me because I don't have good directional sense and I needed his support. He was also a great son-in-law to my mom. He drove her to the hospital on Thursday. SIGH..........alot going on right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5277477221733252912?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5277477221733252912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5277477221733252912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5277477221733252912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5277477221733252912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/11/relief.html' title='RELIEF!!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-530634015831689776</id><published>2011-11-09T15:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T15:22:54.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth's early dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMVVwDjIDiA/TrrSysHw_hI/AAAAAAAABPw/EkBIBKfxxsk/s1600/PB060534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMVVwDjIDiA/TrrSysHw_hI/AAAAAAAABPw/EkBIBKfxxsk/s320/PB060534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673078448905584146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth with his cake..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7SpUMcEv8E/TrrRouR-2OI/AAAAAAAABPk/gbq0N43ZJyQ/s1600/PB060514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7SpUMcEv8E/TrrRouR-2OI/AAAAAAAABPk/gbq0N43ZJyQ/s320/PB060514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673077178174986466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aHnAlCRNJfw/TrrRoQaiPRI/AAAAAAAABPY/QswDBa42r38/s1600/PB060512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aHnAlCRNJfw/TrrRoQaiPRI/AAAAAAAABPY/QswDBa42r38/s320/PB060512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673077170157796626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pestering my hubby and Seth and I both pestering him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-530634015831689776?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/530634015831689776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=530634015831689776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/530634015831689776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/530634015831689776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/11/seths-early-dinner.html' title='Seth&apos;s early dinner'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMVVwDjIDiA/TrrSysHw_hI/AAAAAAAABPw/EkBIBKfxxsk/s72-c/PB060534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3109082035032561290</id><published>2011-11-07T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:24:12.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAAAAAAAATTTTTTT?</title><content type='html'>My youngest son will soon be 18. I can;t believe it! When I mentioned that to my mother-in-law she asked me how I thought she felt??? Her youngest will be 49! Sometimes I look at Seth and wonder what he is thinking. There are times I wish I knew and other times when I know I am glad I don't. That is mainly because I remember my 18th year and it was probably the worst year ever!!! I am looking forward to Seth's birthday. We are having cake ahead of time so Jake can be there. The only thing missing will be Jonathon. By the way, after he gets Seth the gift he is planning to get him he will most definitely be "brother of the year." He is going to have Seth come over to visit and take him to Greenwood and get him a guitar!!! How awesome is that??? I love my sweet, generous kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3109082035032561290?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3109082035032561290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3109082035032561290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3109082035032561290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3109082035032561290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/11/whaaaaaaaattttttt.html' title='WHAAAAAAAATTTTTTT?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5421296648795612883</id><published>2011-11-01T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:03:44.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's crying now????</title><content type='html'>It certainly isn't me! I believe my tear ducts are sealed up! I have been through some crazy stuff lately..........mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally and still there are no tears. I am not sure if that is good or bad because I am not sure if that makes me strong or cold. I do know I have been so preoccupied I almost got hit by someone that nearly run a red light the other day and I absent-mindedly dipped my hand into a pan of water I had just taken off the stove. I told Daniel that with my zoned out thoughts I was afraid to shave my legs for fear I would somehow nick a major artery!!! LOL! He asked if that were even possible and I had to admit maybe not except for the the way I have been doing things!!! Oh, well. It will get better, right??? Even listening to sappy old songs doesn't bring tears. Jake was playing, "Oh, Sherrie" for me yesterday..........even though it brought back memories they only made me smile, no tears!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5421296648795612883?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5421296648795612883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5421296648795612883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5421296648795612883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5421296648795612883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/11/whos-crying-now.html' title='Who&apos;s crying now????'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-1146714099002492498</id><published>2011-10-18T13:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:42:17.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?????</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the library and on either side of me are Facebookers, one is a teenage boy who asked me how to delete someone. I showed him how by pointing to it. Well, he just went at deleting the guy. I told him to make sure it was the right one. He informed me that it was exactly who he wanted to delete and that I was good, very good. The other conversation is one I would of rather not heard. The male of the couple was telling the girl who she had to delete. When she asked him why he informed her that it was because he didn't like the people. He didn't have a reason he just didn't. When she told him that she had known them all her life and him only 6 months he told her he didn't care and to delete them. She started to argue and through clenched teeth he told her to delete them now and they would discuss it when they got home. There is NO way I would ever let someone run me like that. Especially not a boyfriend. My hubby isn't on Fb but if he was I would not pick his friends for him. I think it is silly when someone can have any friends they want but the other person has to stay hid in a bubble! I have lots of friends that I have had for most of my life. One of my "kids" from working at a school was not allowed to have any friends and his wife eventually ran off the few he had left before she left him. Well, that was noble of her. I told him that his friends were still his friends and to go get them back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-1146714099002492498?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/1146714099002492498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=1146714099002492498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1146714099002492498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1146714099002492498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously?????'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5921410117729739228</id><published>2011-10-18T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:32:24.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun! Fun! Fun!</title><content type='html'>I have been enjoying my time off! It is wonderful to be able to relax and enjoy life! I am really enjoying this cooler weather...........give me my Earl Gray and Country Sampler and I am entertained for quite awhile! We were out running the roads the other day and decided to head out to a Primative/Antique store we had found and it wasn't there!!!!!!!!! BOO! HOO! As we were heading home(me with a sad face and hubby trying to make me feel better) Abigail saw a sign!!! It hadn't closed, just moved to a better place. She said it was better but personally hubby and I liked the wooden floors in the other place. Oh well, at least she hadn't gone away!!! I really like that place. I never thought all those years ago when I was opening the metal cans of Cocoa I would be buying one that was empty but sure enough I did!!! Old??? Yep, me and the can! I had a great time in Metamora. It is always so peaceful there. Kind of like going back in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5921410117729739228?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5921410117729739228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5921410117729739228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5921410117729739228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5921410117729739228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/10/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun! Fun! Fun!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-6887210021692347083</id><published>2011-10-17T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:58:49.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus is coming.............</title><content type='html'>to my house. I have my stocking stuffer, "Country Sampler" from last year renewed already. I like it when Santa comes early. Apparently my clients daughter has been shopping for me already!!! I am even ahead of the game this year! Hubby thinks it would be great to have it done by the end of November! Sounds like a great idea to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-6887210021692347083?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/6887210021692347083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=6887210021692347083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6887210021692347083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6887210021692347083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/10/santa-claus-is-coming.html' title='Santa Claus is coming.............'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-2176071678894505121</id><published>2011-10-04T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:46:57.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to go.........................</title><content type='html'>I hate being faced with decisions as to where to go when I want to go everywhere! I would love to go back to Billy Creek and haven't been there for quite awhile, on the other hand I love Metamora and even though it hasn't been that long since I have been there it is closer to home and Seth is wanting a lantern for his birthday. HHHHMMMMM............I have a feeling I know which one will win out just because I hate car trips. I also know that Metamora is beautiful in the Fall because the first time I went there it was Fall. I was still dating hubby then and it was such a nice, brisk day. Of course, I will have to go back AGAIN to enjoy the Christmas in the Village days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-2176071678894505121?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/2176071678894505121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=2176071678894505121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2176071678894505121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2176071678894505121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-to-go.html' title='Where to go.........................'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3672372480336510555</id><published>2011-09-24T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:32:59.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My hubby is a daddy????</title><content type='html'>Abigails new charge has decided that my hubby is her daddy and refuses to call him anything else! It is so cute when he gets home because she hits the floor running! Reminds me of long ago!!!!! She calls me "graw-ma" and no matter how often I tell her otherwise that doesn't change either. I always wanted a brown-eyed kiddo. I told Abigail to tell her I am Sherry but my daughter thinks it is cute!!! Oh, well. I have been called worse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3672372480336510555?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3672372480336510555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3672372480336510555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3672372480336510555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3672372480336510555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-hubby-is-daddy.html' title='My hubby is a daddy????'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3247665399572971283</id><published>2011-09-24T14:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:28:18.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year!</title><content type='html'>I KNOW it's not CHRISTMAS but it is my favorite season of all. I like ALL things pumpkin and the other day I made some yummy FALL foods. My friend, Donna gave me her pumpkin roll recipe last year so I made that as well as pumpkin bread. I bought myself a new Yankee Candle. "Be Thankful" I like it!!!! "Home Sweet Home" is still my favorite but I could be talked into switching it up every now and then. HA! Who am I kidding???? If it is a spicy scent I like it! I think I like having kids with jobs..............the other morning I got up and hubby pointed out the Junior Mints on the table (I was wondering if it would be ok to snitch some) and they were all for me, from Jacob. Then another day he bought me yummy Japanese for lunch! So, I am a happy girl. Give me some candy and lunch as well as some other smelly good things to go along with FALL and I am perfectly content!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3247665399572971283?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3247665399572971283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3247665399572971283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3247665399572971283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3247665399572971283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-1524834604364303619</id><published>2011-09-12T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:26:10.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want...........</title><content type='html'>I don't actually know what I want. I have been out of sorts and it is a real good thing my boss likes me. I called to tell the office I needed more journal papers and the gal said if she had known she could of sent them with the nurse and I told her maybe if I wasn't a 1 girl team someone else could of told her! My co-worker just walks out when I get here. It doesn't matter what she is doing and it grates on me. I FINISH my tasks first. Then yesterday I put my foot in my mouth in front of the preacher and his wife. I told Hubs that I wasn't looking for anymore places to live and if he wanted to move he could look because I gave up. He told me that God was going to give us what we needed. And stupid me, said that I thought so too when we were looking at the condo but it didn't happen. You could of heard a pin drop. I am not sure if I was embarrassed or not. As crazy as that sounds I don't know if I even care enough to be embarrassed about anything anymore. I have been talking to a friend and we are going through the same thing. We are tired I think. Can't wait to have some extra time off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-1524834604364303619?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/1524834604364303619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=1524834604364303619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1524834604364303619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1524834604364303619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want.html' title='I want...........'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5354304816966180596</id><published>2011-09-10T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T10:49:05.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all good...........</title><content type='html'>mostly anyway! I had a great day off with the kids. Too bad hubby had to work. :(  We went shopping and I got some awesome deals! Always a plus. I started the day bummed because my client wasn't home yet. When Abigail and I were getting out of the van I said, "make sure that door locks, Ethel!" Then I told her it would be funny if I called her that in the store and she wanted me to. But she said I couldn't laugh. So I did try it. At one point she said that Papa Brunson called her, "Molly Jenkins" but she didn't know how he got that out of Ethel. She was calling me Margaret. She did a very crazy thing at one point and I was like, "ABIGAIL!!!!" There was a lady there and she started laughing and said it was the first time she had laughed all day, that maybe God knew she needed it! When we got home one of the times, there was a van parked in the street and I had to go around it which wasn't a problem because there was plenty of room but there is a mentally challenged gal that lives there and she started painting the air blue because I had to go around. I was so mortified. She definitely has a potty mouth!!!!!!!!!! Loving life right now!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5354304816966180596?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5354304816966180596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5354304816966180596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5354304816966180596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5354304816966180596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-all-good.html' title='It&apos;s all good...........'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8540039344388950824</id><published>2011-09-08T09:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:48:18.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys........</title><content type='html'>I made a quick trip to Indiana to get Jacob and was very proud to realize that if necessary I could of gotten there all by my myself!!!!!!!!!! I took a table to Jonathon which cracked me up because when I got it from someones trash I asked Hubs if he wanted the games that were on top of it and he said, "No, I don't even want the table but would you please hurry before someone sees us?" Well, BOO-YAH! That table served as a stand for Abigails "pigs" and now graces my sons first apt! &lt;br /&gt;When I got there he was still in bed because apparently once they get off work they stay up until 5 or 6 A.M. Anyway, I told Jacob to ask him if he wanted me to come upstairs or if he was going to come down. Of course he wanted me to come up. I must admit when I saw him all sleepy-eyed my mother heart melted. Even though time has turned his white hair brown and he has strecthed out to be taller than me I can still see traces of my little boy. The one that would bring me his raggedy, "beeawit" and climb on my lap and say, "wocky baby" when he was tired. I love life now and wouldn't trade it but those were good days. Gone are the MOMMY days but I can live with MOM! I love you, my guys and my gal!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8540039344388950824?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8540039344388950824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8540039344388950824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8540039344388950824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8540039344388950824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-boys.html' title='My boys........'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3595316511559934520</id><published>2011-09-06T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:21:24.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:( I can't even find the words to say it...........</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been hard ones. My client ended up in the hospital. I thought it would be a matter of giving her some fluids and sending her home but that didn't turn out the way I thought. They are looking at deeper issues. I have been told so many times not to get attached but I do.....I guess this is me and what I am. Seems so odd to be here in her home without her. She tells me I have made her world a better, brighter place just by being in it and I guess I have but she has done the same for me. I have been here for nearly 2 years. It is so quiet. I haven't been alone since I was a teenager and quite frankly, I don't like it. Abigail came the other night and stayed with me but neither of us slept much because the dog was so upset. Hubs would of brought her tonight but she starts a baby sitting job tomorrow and I go get my adorable son, Jacob. He has been staying with Jonathon for a couple of days. HOW ON EARTH did I ever get old enough to have kids old enough to have apartments and pay bills and other kids that go visit them??????&lt;br /&gt;Not to be bragging but I was so happy that my clients daughter wanted me to come to keep them company! She told me that I am one of the best caregivers ever....it made my day because I have been down on myself lately! I know this is a random, rambling post but my thoughts are scattered lately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3595316511559934520?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3595316511559934520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3595316511559934520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3595316511559934520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3595316511559934520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-even-find-words-to-say-it.html' title=':( I can&apos;t even find the words to say it...........'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-865085885112209481</id><published>2011-09-02T13:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:50:39.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin' 'bout MY girl............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAs3xs5SvD0/TmEXAitbgpI/AAAAAAAABOQ/0fFWl0zYWIE/s1600/P7210354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAs3xs5SvD0/TmEXAitbgpI/AAAAAAAABOQ/0fFWl0zYWIE/s320/P7210354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647820705784103570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs, you are amazing!!!!!! I was thinking earlier today about an embellishment that I have about daughters, "when I look at you, I see me, only better." That is so true of the 2 of us. In so many ways, on so many levels we are alike but you are far stronger and out going than I was at 16. I would just accept whatever was said to me and you don't do that. If it isn't true you have no trouble saying so. It also dawned on me that you and I have NEVER danced in the rain...I wonder why not. I used to take your brothers out and do that alot when they were little. We must make a date for the next time it rains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-865085885112209481?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/865085885112209481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=865085885112209481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/865085885112209481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/865085885112209481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/09/talkin-bout-my-girl.html' title='Talkin&apos; &apos;bout MY girl............'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAs3xs5SvD0/TmEXAitbgpI/AAAAAAAABOQ/0fFWl0zYWIE/s72-c/P7210354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3731211150107687491</id><published>2011-09-02T13:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:45:14.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksBmi3gZwss/TmEWGmJiddI/AAAAAAAABOI/BkySBHbdNaE/s1600/P8300446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksBmi3gZwss/TmEWGmJiddI/AAAAAAAABOI/BkySBHbdNaE/s320/P8300446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647819710274893266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZvIkIYFnso/TmEWGXbVvsI/AAAAAAAABOA/WT5Yft1EYcM/s1600/P8300445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZvIkIYFnso/TmEWGXbVvsI/AAAAAAAABOA/WT5Yft1EYcM/s320/P8300445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647819706323025602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE socks.........the wackier the better. I really like the newest pair from Seth R Doodle. I am close, ever so close to 100 pair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3731211150107687491?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3731211150107687491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3731211150107687491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3731211150107687491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3731211150107687491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/09/socks.html' title='SOCKS!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksBmi3gZwss/TmEWGmJiddI/AAAAAAAABOI/BkySBHbdNaE/s72-c/P8300446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-1241754723653793360</id><published>2011-07-27T21:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:01:13.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much sun!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We went to the Air show over the weekend and I got too hot! I am still sick and really beginning to wonder if I will ever fully recover. I thought for sure I would have to crawl up the stairs to my apartment the other day! Not sure how long this is going to take to get over. I am pretty sure I have attended my last air show. My last anything that involves sitting in the sun, actually! I can only hope to get better soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-1241754723653793360?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/1241754723653793360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=1241754723653793360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1241754723653793360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1241754723653793360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/07/too-much-sun.html' title='Too much sun!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3028789138580102712</id><published>2011-07-21T16:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:45:39.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?????????</title><content type='html'>I haven't wanted to admit that I am "aging" but I am! The only one that can deal with my eye problems is me. I can't even explain it to anyone which stinks because that means noone to talk to! Another thing, how come when my kiddos heart was broken I was the one that cried herself to sleep and kiddo was fine???? I never felt my age until this past year but when it grabbed hold of me it got a good hold and won't let go!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Golden Years??????????????  BAH, HUMBUG!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3028789138580102712?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3028789138580102712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3028789138580102712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3028789138580102712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3028789138580102712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/07/say-what.html' title='Say what?????????'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-4695226748952340658</id><published>2011-07-16T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:28:58.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Jacob!</title><content type='html'>That son of ours got this computer to running alot faster and I appreciate it so much! I can load pictures faster! I am going to try to send a video later. I wasn't able to do that before because of the slowness of the computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-4695226748952340658?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/4695226748952340658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=4695226748952340658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4695226748952340658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4695226748952340658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/07/thanks-jacob.html' title='Thanks Jacob!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7696596636255808959</id><published>2011-07-16T13:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:27:11.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers.............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glt88GCvH14/TiHJl2ZbtnI/AAAAAAAABN4/Jg4V8XY0wQg/s1600/P7150337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glt88GCvH14/TiHJl2ZbtnI/AAAAAAAABN4/Jg4V8XY0wQg/s320/P7150337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630002661284361842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-GnJyUZX_8/TiHJlIF70DI/AAAAAAAABNw/3ghiQaTJxEk/s1600/P7150336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-GnJyUZX_8/TiHJlIF70DI/AAAAAAAABNw/3ghiQaTJxEk/s320/P7150336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630002648854548530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought the sunflower was just a weed that popped up in a pot of dirt. I decided to let it grow just for fun and look what we have!&lt;br /&gt;My African Violet hadn't bloomed in so long I had actually forgotten what color it was! We have teeny tomatoes and lots of blooms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7696596636255808959?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7696596636255808959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7696596636255808959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7696596636255808959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7696596636255808959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/07/flowers.html' title='Flowers.............................'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glt88GCvH14/TiHJl2ZbtnI/AAAAAAAABN4/Jg4V8XY0wQg/s72-c/P7150337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5526755880899682070</id><published>2011-07-16T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:17:32.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I posted or even visited my own blog! I have been very busy with loving life. We made several trips to Indiana lately. We went over and spent the day with Jonathon to celebrate his birthday. It was great! I love that handsome son of ours. We went back to Indiana to celebrate our 22nd anniversary. That was a blast. Since I am gone from home so much we took the kids along. They loved it too! We went to Metamora, I finally found a "wash board" that I was actually willing to pay what they wanted for. We took Jonathon's bed to him, he is getting an apartment with 3 other guys, one of them his friend since he was 7. They are all coworkers. His dad and I were amazed at how well they have it together. We were talking about this and what great kids they were when it dawned on me.......one of these great kids is my own son! At the time they didn't have furniture but they had LOTS of electronics! SOOOO FUNNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5526755880899682070?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5526755880899682070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5526755880899682070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5526755880899682070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5526755880899682070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello.html' title='HELLO!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5801598373274993754</id><published>2011-06-29T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:55:36.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little blathering!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I logged into blogger with the intention of deleting my blog but there is so much on here that I don't have anywhere else that I decided against it. I am finding it hard to believe that my oldest son is going to be 21 tomorrow then on Friday it will be mine and Hubby's 22nd anniversary. My, how time flies. I look back over the past several years and see how much I have changed. I used to be so shy I would walk all the way around an aisle rather than say, "excuse me" but the other day I had a long conversation with a lady I didn't even know!!! Before it was over we both knew, where the other: worked, how many kids we each had and how long we had been married as well what our thoughts were on the things going on today. We even found out that we both liked FRIED GREEN TOMATOES!!!! I don't even know that about any of the people I have known for years! The funniest stranger conversation happened this A.M. as I was leaving the gas station. I held the door for an elderly man and he started talking. Told me about a dream he had and before he was done he said, "you are a good looking woman!" I think he was 90 or so but it made me smile!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5801598373274993754?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5801598373274993754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5801598373274993754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5801598373274993754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5801598373274993754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-blathering.html' title='a little blathering!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7914772783171684236</id><published>2011-06-18T14:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:03:10.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Leaving work in the A.M. to head to Indiana to get my kids! I am also gonna see my Jonathon! Can't wait! I can't believe my firstborn is almost 21. There are times I think it can't possibly be so!!! I dreamed last night that I was a teenager and dating.............I woke up to realize there was a man in my bed and 4 people that call me mom! A teenager, I am not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7914772783171684236?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7914772783171684236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7914772783171684236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7914772783171684236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7914772783171684236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/06/hooray.html' title='hooray!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5483372279650575889</id><published>2011-06-12T13:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:33:23.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I sure am going to miss my kids this week. On Wednesday I am going to be completly alone for hours..............the first time in years! I sort of dread it and sort of anticipate it. Weird, how I used to think it would be nice to have a private conversation and now there is noone to talk to!!! Oh well! I just hope they stay safe and have the time of their lives. I think I will take a long walk, followed by a long shower and topped off by a long nap. I am so tired. I figured it up and I have not slept in for months. The last time I had 2 days off in a row I had to get up early to take my hubby to work. I get to have 2 days off in a few weeks and I look forward to it!  My internal alarm wakes me at 5 or 5:30 these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5483372279650575889?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5483372279650575889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5483372279650575889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5483372279650575889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5483372279650575889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/06/waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.html' title='WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7196226619771579560</id><published>2011-06-08T12:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:56:14.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, bother!!!</title><content type='html'>I thought libraries were supposed to be quiet and relaxing. Sometimes I hate cell phones and other obnoxious noises! &lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to going away in a few weeks...........I need it! The kids have nearly everything they need for youth camp. I almost wish I was going too! To be honest though, I am looking forward to some alone time! Daniel asked me if I was going grocery shopping on Thursday and I TOLD him that I am not going grocery shopping!!! I asked if he had forgotten that we were going out to eat on the days I am off!!!???? He actually thought I was kidding about that, not hardly. Now if only I could send Jacob somewhere for a week!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am sure he wishes he could go to camp since a certain young lady will be there! Daniel had the idea that Seth could take Rachel to the banquet in Jacob's place but Jake said, "uuuuummmmmm no!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7196226619771579560?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7196226619771579560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7196226619771579560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7196226619771579560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7196226619771579560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-bother.html' title='Oh, bother!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3372416327400970317</id><published>2011-06-06T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:33:56.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a great day to be alive!</title><content type='html'>Where does time go????????? Not sure how life got so busy! I am love, love loving my new Sage/cream bedding! We went shopping for clothes which I told Hubby I was not buying because I still have a place I want to get to. It was great to come home with the new bedding though. I am thinking I will paint my lamp instead of buying a new one because I like it better than any I have seen lately! I can't believe my nest is going to be nearly empty next week! Kids are going to youth camp in Indiana. Gonna miss them, it will seem so weird to be alone so much. Not sure what I will do with myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3372416327400970317?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3372416327400970317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3372416327400970317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3372416327400970317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3372416327400970317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-great-day-to-be-alive.html' title='It&apos;s a great day to be alive!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-6948327562453817006</id><published>2011-05-31T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T12:44:46.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>I was rather bummed when I found out Daniel and Jacob both had to work Memorial Day but it all ended up good! I knew I was getting tired and that someday I was going to crash and yesterday was the day! I slept off and on all day until 3:00. I didn't do anything of importance but I did get that needed rest! We grilled out and went for  drive in the evening I talked to a deer in the park. It was awesome..........she just stood and stared! I figured she would run when hubby pulled the van up by where she was eating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-6948327562453817006?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/6948327562453817006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=6948327562453817006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6948327562453817006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6948327562453817006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/great-memorial-day.html' title='Great Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3215629719854765192</id><published>2011-05-27T13:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:56:18.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not forgotten!!!</title><content type='html'>Today would be Bob Campbell's birthday! My family still misses him and talks about him alot. Ever since I knew him I knew he was a man of God. He proved that even more when we went to Indiana a month after Abigail was born and he told me that several months before that he had been praying for our family (like he did everyday) and God showed him that our unborn baby would be a girl and we would name her Abigail. It really got me because #1 we didn't know she was a she. #2 We didn't know what we were going to name her until they said we had to name her before she could go home!&lt;br /&gt;Like Bob there are alot of people that come into our lives and we love them forever! They come and go but their memory is forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3215629719854765192?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3215629719854765192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3215629719854765192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3215629719854765192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3215629719854765192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-not-forgotten.html' title='You are not forgotten!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8382264536968101563</id><published>2011-05-26T14:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:45:19.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uCkFho9pBpo/Td6ftD8BrSI/AAAAAAAABNk/P8C4RYb3LmU/s1600/mom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uCkFho9pBpo/Td6ftD8BrSI/AAAAAAAABNk/P8C4RYb3LmU/s320/mom.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611097782250220834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken a lifetime ago. They were at my dads and when he passed away I got them back. I decided to scrapbook them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8382264536968101563?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8382264536968101563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8382264536968101563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8382264536968101563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8382264536968101563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uCkFho9pBpo/Td6ftD8BrSI/AAAAAAAABNk/P8C4RYb3LmU/s72-c/mom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-896007739666709703</id><published>2011-05-26T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:38:34.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kXcAFVCnwQ/Td6eH2lFniI/AAAAAAAABNc/ELiSwz5r6C0/s1600/P5160213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kXcAFVCnwQ/Td6eH2lFniI/AAAAAAAABNc/ELiSwz5r6C0/s320/P5160213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611096043497561634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon, I love you very much. Sorry  you weren't feeling good when we came to see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-896007739666709703?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/896007739666709703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=896007739666709703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/896007739666709703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/896007739666709703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-boy.html' title='My boy!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kXcAFVCnwQ/Td6eH2lFniI/AAAAAAAABNc/ELiSwz5r6C0/s72-c/P5160213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-4721731111424789891</id><published>2011-05-26T14:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:34:38.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My other boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfSPQcelOuo/Td6dEt-QjnI/AAAAAAAABNU/hntRVwyNgEY/s1600/P5160206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfSPQcelOuo/Td6dEt-QjnI/AAAAAAAABNU/hntRVwyNgEY/s320/P5160206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611094890135981682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake, I love you even though you are completely crazy! I am proud of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-4721731111424789891?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/4721731111424789891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=4721731111424789891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4721731111424789891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4721731111424789891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-other-son.html' title='My other boy'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfSPQcelOuo/Td6dEt-QjnI/AAAAAAAABNU/hntRVwyNgEY/s72-c/P5160206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-2882137645629322254</id><published>2011-05-26T14:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:39:26.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My other, other boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H26O-TX5-yI/Td6cH46UkEI/AAAAAAAABNM/NXxVCKRkdls/s1600/P5160217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H26O-TX5-yI/Td6cH46UkEI/AAAAAAAABNM/NXxVCKRkdls/s320/P5160217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611093845100236866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth, my 3rd son! I love you and am so proud to be your mom! This might be the only picture on my camera you won't strangle me for!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-2882137645629322254?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/2882137645629322254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=2882137645629322254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2882137645629322254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2882137645629322254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-other-other-boy.html' title='My other, other boy!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H26O-TX5-yI/Td6cH46UkEI/AAAAAAAABNM/NXxVCKRkdls/s72-c/P5160217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-9154499279109345891</id><published>2011-05-26T14:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:40:04.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2QKCGVst8E/Td6bMQvzGNI/AAAAAAAABNE/ULMeH7cFQ7k/s1600/P5140191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2QKCGVst8E/Td6bMQvzGNI/AAAAAAAABNE/ULMeH7cFQ7k/s320/P5140191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611092820706400466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oESSKKM_KYc/Td6aWcaRG8I/AAAAAAAABM8/E3VgDis-cZ0/s1600/P5140202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oESSKKM_KYc/Td6aWcaRG8I/AAAAAAAABM8/E3VgDis-cZ0/s320/P5140202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611091896124382146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this Abigail of mine..........she can be such a lady but she likes weird things too! So glad to be her mmom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-9154499279109345891?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/9154499279109345891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=9154499279109345891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/9154499279109345891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/9154499279109345891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-girl.html' title='My girl'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2QKCGVst8E/Td6bMQvzGNI/AAAAAAAABNE/ULMeH7cFQ7k/s72-c/P5140191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-6346467504450427417</id><published>2011-05-25T14:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T14:31:21.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come again?????</title><content type='html'>I am guessing I am tired for some reason that probably has nothing to do with the fact that I woke up at 3:30 A.M. and haven't been back to sleep and that I was also awake until Midnight before that. Anyway, it is beginning to show. I was in the laundry mat and started to sing, "Open arms" goes something like this, "now I come to you with open arms," I said, "broken arms!" At least the laundry is done, the house is cleaned and I am going to use the gift card I got for my B~day for dinner tonight. I am not sure anything I cook would be edible at this time. I am running on fumes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-6346467504450427417?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/6346467504450427417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=6346467504450427417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6346467504450427417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6346467504450427417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/come-again.html' title='Come again?????'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3657548326169676453</id><published>2011-05-24T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:50:27.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>Usually I save my tears for those times when I am alone in the night but the other night after doing something in my foot that instantly caused a black bruise and my eyes hurting like crazy it was just too much and I started to cry before I ever got into bed. Daniel asked me why I was crying and I told him there was too much to mention and I didn't want to whine about the same thing again! He told me if it was my eyes then he understood why I was crying and he was sorry he couldn't fix it but that he would be there when the time came for me to need care and that he would take care of me! It was when my heart flared up in rebellion that I knew the true problem.....I DO NOT want to need taken care of. I have been a caregiver in some form or another since I was 16. I can't imagine not doing that! I am trying to live each moment as it comes and most of the time I do pretty well but I have my days. I think I am tired.......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3657548326169676453?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3657548326169676453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3657548326169676453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3657548326169676453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3657548326169676453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-2158727039133216980</id><published>2011-05-22T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:35:50.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come "sale" away with me!</title><content type='html'>Saturday the whole family picked me up and we went yard saling! It was fun and I just so happened to get the best deals of the day! WOO!HOO! for me! I have been wanting a digital frame for quite awhile and I got one new in the box for $5! It had never been opened! One of those things you just never buy yourself and I couldn't remember to ask for it as a gift. I also got 2 candle holders for 50 cents! I tried for about 2 years to talk my friend out of the one she had and she wouldn't give it up..........I got mine along with a picture frame to match for the low price of $1! I got some other stuff! When I told hubby I wanted to go to this yard sale/community festival thing he asked me what I was looking for. My answer??? "stuff." I found several nice "stuffs" to put in my Apt. It was a great morning!!! In the afternoon we had a cookout then finished the day with Homemade Ice Cream and a game with mom and friends! For some reason I ended up making ice cream a few years back---now I do it all the time!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-2158727039133216980?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/2158727039133216980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=2158727039133216980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2158727039133216980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2158727039133216980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/come-sale-away-with-me.html' title='Come &quot;sale&quot; away with me!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7553609774340355736</id><published>2011-05-22T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:25:19.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"HOME"</title><content type='html'>We were able to go to Indiana for the day last week. It was good to see my son. That only lasted a few minutes~~~he was sick! We were also able to head North to see Daniel's great uncle, always a joy! We came home by way of Greenwood Mall, I can't believe we hadn't been that there since we lived in Indiana!!! WOW! Where does time go? Jacob told me the other day that he couldn't imagine me getting old....I am headed there fast!!! Gotta love those boys of mine! Seth told me that I would never look as old as other women my age! Yep, gotta love 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7553609774340355736?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7553609774340355736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7553609774340355736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7553609774340355736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7553609774340355736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/home.html' title='&quot;HOME&quot;'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-761000671636163800</id><published>2011-05-16T15:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:40:26.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YES! YES! YES!</title><content type='html'>We are headed to Indiana tomorrow. It is going to be a busy day with appointments and such but we do get to spend time with the family. I can't wait to see my handsome, son! I love and miss you, Jonathon! I wanted to go to Eagle Creek but hubby said there won't be time. MEANY! Everyone thinks I am spoiled, WHATEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-761000671636163800?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/761000671636163800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=761000671636163800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/761000671636163800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/761000671636163800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes-yes-yes.html' title='YES! YES! YES!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3700630624043461724</id><published>2011-05-14T13:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:57:20.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to make GOOD BBQ ribs! I baked them for awhile then Hubsley and Seth grilled them. YUMMY! After we ate, Dano came in and said he wished he had gotten me some marshmallows because the coals were perfect for roasting them. I dug around and found some "french vanilla" snowmen from Christmas! WAY TOO YUMMY! I am sure I looked real cute sitting out there roasting marshmallows over a grill but, hey, looking cute has never been high on my list of things to care about! I had to drive myself to work today because that crazy husband of mine decided to go to work at 5 A.M. again this morning! It is so weird to be alone in the morning. Not sure I like it!  I talked to a friend of mine yesterday. WOW! I met her the summer I was 13! A lifetime ago! That is another thing I have noticed about rereading posts.......the friends I have reconnected with. Not all of them have been happy endings but it has definitely been interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3700630624043461724?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3700630624043461724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3700630624043461724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3700630624043461724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3700630624043461724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-6856999399310962211</id><published>2011-05-14T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:46:08.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm..............</title><content type='html'>I have been reading some posts from when I started this blog. I can see that I am not the most interesting person on earth!!! I can also see that there have been good times as well as not so good. The thing that I see the most is that We made it through! I guess when you are strong willed you can survive anything. I see laughter and tears when I read these posts!!! Over all it has been a good ride and I love life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-6856999399310962211?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/6856999399310962211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=6856999399310962211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6856999399310962211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6856999399310962211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm..............'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-2680806585385639068</id><published>2011-05-12T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:32:10.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know I have been saying this ALOT lately but I had a fabulous day yesterday. I went home feeling very sleepy so after breakfast I decided to take my "Earl" and go to bed. (that would be Earl Grey tea.) I made the mistake of drinking it........it revived me and I was no longer ready for a nap so off on a walk I went with my Setharoo! After the walk he asked if I was going to lay down and I decided to play in the dirt for awhile. After I transplanted all my plants I took a much needed shower~~~I got filthy! I went from 1 thing to another and before I knew it I had cooked my chicken, peeled potatoes and rolled and cut the noodles and baked a pie! AHA! All there was left to do for dinner was cook it! I had everything cleaned up by 2:40! I was so proud of myself!!! I even took time to make cards and I didn't stick them in a box to be forgotten............they are sitting here with notes written, addressed and stamped!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe how wonderful the sun felt yesterday. I was beginning to think I would never be warm again. Working outside and getting so much done yesterday made me feel so young and alive. Oh, yes. With the help of all of us the kitchen was cleaned lickity split after dinner so we took a drive and ended the evening with "RAZZLE BERRY" pie!!!&lt;br /&gt;LIFE.............It's a beautiful thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-2680806585385639068?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/2680806585385639068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=2680806585385639068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2680806585385639068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2680806585385639068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/fabulous-day.html' title='Fabulous day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-4201762905837335668</id><published>2011-05-08T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:34:04.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's day!</title><content type='html'>I am working today---except for a little while when I get to go home later. It was an awesome surprise to get home yesterday and find gifts on the table! ALL for me!  I LOVE being a mom! As a teenager I never saw myself being a mom but I do love it! I have been blessed with great kids that let me know on a regular basis that they love me! Thank you to my wonderful kids and Daniel for making my Mother's day special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-4201762905837335668?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/4201762905837335668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=4201762905837335668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4201762905837335668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4201762905837335668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/moms-day.html' title='Mom&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5658157401582393189</id><published>2011-05-08T13:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:30:56.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off!</title><content type='html'>Had a great day off with Abigail. Daniel and Jacob had to work and Seth was at a youth outing in Indiana. We got the giggles in one store and just had to walk out!!! All in all it was fun! Had lunch with my mom and a little girl that might start coming back to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5658157401582393189?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5658157401582393189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5658157401582393189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5658157401582393189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5658157401582393189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-off.html' title='Day off!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7970588457313448573</id><published>2011-05-06T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:38:38.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky lady!</title><content type='html'>Blessed is more like it! I am one of the most blessed ladies ever! I have an awesome family! Jacob gave me an early Mom's day gift. An 8 gig USB and a candle! I am gonna love the USB because the disc drive here at work doesn't open which means I can't post pics off CD's but now I will be able to! We aren't real traditional and I have lots of flowers that I have been given lately just for being wonderful...........HA!HA! Anyway, thank you so much, Jacob! He is just like me and can't usually wait to give something!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7970588457313448573?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7970588457313448573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7970588457313448573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7970588457313448573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7970588457313448573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/lucky-lady.html' title='Lucky lady!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-173531431284958678</id><published>2011-05-06T13:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:34:08.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>think, think, think!</title><content type='html'>I haven't decided if it is funny or sad the way people can lie through their teeth to you and they THINK you believe everything you are being told and the whole time you are cracking up inside!!! Oh, well. One of life's great mysteries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-173531431284958678?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/173531431284958678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=173531431284958678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/173531431284958678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/173531431284958678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/05/think-think-think.html' title='think, think, think!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8421176982449963425</id><published>2011-04-10T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:23:50.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday..................</title><content type='html'>WOW! I did the equivalent of 10 loads of laundry at the laundry mat. Jake and Seth were both a big help while Abby was busy back at the Apt. When I got home I made my spaghetti sauce and cleaned house. It was another busy but great day. I had company for dinner. The spaghetti was good as usual with that homemade sauce. I also made Spinach salad, garlic bread and caramel apple crisp! YUMMY stuff. Taste of Home did me good again. I ended my day with 1 final load of laundry and a nice hot shower. I thought maybe I would sleep in yesterday A.M. but I was awake a little after 5 and by the time I am usually getting up I was eating breakfast! I had already fed my sourdough starter as well as the cat and dressed and did my hair. In fact, I got so busy I had to run to the van with my shoes untied so I could take hubbles to work! I have turned over a new leaf...I have remembered to take my vitamin for 5 days now and haven't bit my finger nails for about that long too. I am also trying my best to get my antioxidants in! Between my family and my client I should do well with that. When I was telling her what I was told to do to help my eyes I didn't realize she was paying such close attention and when I got to work today she had sent my coworker to the store and had her get some things for me to have here at work...how sweet is that? I am loved, lucky me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8421176982449963425?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8421176982449963425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8421176982449963425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8421176982449963425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8421176982449963425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturday.html' title='Saturday..................'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8020136744267245750</id><published>2011-04-10T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:13:08.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Friday!</title><content type='html'>I had a great day off on Friday. I actually got to go get my own check!!! Went and did some running around with Seth and Abigail. Really just enjoyed my time! I decided to clean the frig, that took a LONG time because I went over it with a fine tooth comb....ok, it was a toothbrush but it still took awhile. I even got the guts to hit my boss up for a raise. I don't know how it is going to go because he was to talk to the other guy but the one I talked to agreed that it was time for 1! I kept having to remind myself that I even had Saturday off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8020136744267245750?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8020136744267245750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8020136744267245750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8020136744267245750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8020136744267245750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/04/awesome-friday.html' title='Awesome Friday!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-2747639942019038057</id><published>2011-04-07T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:27:29.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>It was wonderful to spend another night in my OWN bed last night. I spent 6 out of 8 in a bed other than my own and 7 out of 8 days away from home. That takes in the quick trip to Tennessee as well as the doubles I have done. I was going pretty strong yesterday and went to Michaels and Hobby Lobby but it hit me like a ton of bricks and I told Seth I had to get out of there while I could still get out on my own power! I am really looking forward to my time off..........now I just have to decide if I am going to do everything that even smacks of work tomorrow and have Saturday  just to do whatever or divide up the work. Thinking I will deal with the unpleasantries tomorrow! We might be facing a change soon. I look forward to it but on the other hand I am nervous. Hubbles has submitted an app. and if it is accepted we will be moving. Back to the being on the go, I couldn't believe how everything had bloomed in just the few days I was in hiding! It is beautiful to see the trees in bloom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-2747639942019038057?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/2747639942019038057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=2747639942019038057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2747639942019038057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2747639942019038057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5546748012370516446</id><published>2011-04-02T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T13:36:00.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's such a fragile thread~~~this thing we call life. Viewing my uncle for the last time made me realize in ways that I had forgotten just how short life is. I have always tried to live life to it's fullest but in the past year I have allowed the cares of life to rob me of some of the joy of living. When we were traveling the other day some issues came up and Abigail asked if it would really matter in 10 years??? How much of the past couple of years will actually matter in the lives of any of us in 10 years? Not much. There have been high times as well as low times. I have reconnected with friends and that part I wouldn't change for the world. We may not be the close friends we were in the past but there are some things that will never change and that is the joy of knowing people. &lt;br /&gt;As we traveled through the mountains of Tennessee I could see why my uncle never left once he got there! It was a beautiful sight to see..........the trees were in bloom and the mountains never fail to take my breath away. Kentucky was also beautiful, of all the places there are to see I came home begging my hubby to take me to Kentucky to just get away for a few days. I love life and I intend to live each day as if it will be my last because really you just never know! To my friends that take the time to read this...I love you and always will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5546748012370516446?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5546748012370516446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5546748012370516446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5546748012370516446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5546748012370516446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-134668895976160294</id><published>2011-03-27T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:41:23.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Terry</title><content type='html'>I am so sad right now. I can't believe my uncle has passed away. He was only 57 if my memory serves me right. I knew when my mom called me at work that it couldn't be anything good but I wasn't expecting that. He was my favorite uncle.  I used to love going to his house in Tennessee and spending a week from time to time. My client can't believe that I wasn't falling apart but that is not my way. I do have feelings and there are things that hurt me deeply but if I fell apart every time then I would be in an upheavel all the time and I can't do that. I made him a card and sent it a few weeks back just to say thinking of you and now I am so glad I did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-134668895976160294?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/134668895976160294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=134668895976160294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/134668895976160294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/134668895976160294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/03/uncle-terry.html' title='Uncle Terry'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3581803413558561666</id><published>2011-03-25T12:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:05:43.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hurry....hurry.....hurry!</title><content type='html'>Made a quick trip to Columbus yesterday. It was great to have lunch with the in-laws and Jonathon. I love and miss that kid of mine. I think he was surprised to get his Easter basket already. I just wasn't sure we would see him before again before Easter. I am trying to figure out when my little boy got so big. I miss that!!! Every now and then I see the little guy in his sheepish grin. I hope I adjust to my glasses soon. I have been half sick to my stomach ever since I got them! UGH! It wasn't a great ride between the curves and the glasses! I noticed that when I go to Indiana I do things that I never do here...like eat Peanut Buster Parfaits! I suppose it is a good thing we don't go over there very often! I told Seth and Jonathon that I was proud of them for eating the tomatoes in the Taco Salad and not saying a word, "HUH???, there were tomatoes in there???" Personally, if Spring ever really comes and then Summer, I will eat lots of tomatoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3581803413558561666?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3581803413558561666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3581803413558561666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3581803413558561666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3581803413558561666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/03/hurryhurryhurry.html' title='hurry....hurry.....hurry!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8317187811389761321</id><published>2011-03-25T12:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:58:14.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WAH!</title><content type='html'>I was going to post some pictures today but forgot my cord! What a bummer! Oh, well. Such is life. I got my new glasses and while they were adjusting them Abigail was trying on some and it was quite weird when she said, "hey mom!" I turned around and it was like looking in the mirror all those years ago. I get told that she looks like me quite often but I hadn't really seen it that much! Later in the day she got told that she is looking more and more like her oldest brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8317187811389761321?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8317187811389761321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8317187811389761321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8317187811389761321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8317187811389761321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/03/wah.html' title='WAH!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-938290116621600568</id><published>2011-03-14T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:59:16.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames....................</title><content type='html'>My client was telling me about her nickname when she was a kid. I told her that I had only had 2 and fortunately not very many people used them. The first one was, "ugly duckling." She told that it didn't sound like a very nice one so I told her that she didn't see me then. She said she didn't care how ugly someone was it wasn't very nice. Unfortunately I didn't turn out to be a swan! The second one only my brother called me, "buttton boodle" because I had a little nose. She told me it still wasn't big.............no, I guess not. I miss that brother of mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-938290116621600568?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/938290116621600568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=938290116621600568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/938290116621600568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/938290116621600568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/03/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames....................'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3435806709347328597</id><published>2011-03-11T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:29:29.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rather sad....</title><content type='html'>when cold, harsh reality sets in and some people realize that not everyone thinks the sun rises and sets on them. I think it is silly that people are so uplifted that they think they are above everyone else and want to whine and cry when they get bit by the reality bug. Enough venting for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3435806709347328597?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3435806709347328597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3435806709347328597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3435806709347328597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3435806709347328597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/03/rather-sad.html' title='rather sad....'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3331426430319967772</id><published>2011-03-09T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:11:10.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-hum...............</title><content type='html'>There isn't much going on in my life besides work and home. I am loving life and all it entails right now. I am ready for Spring to show up and stay so I can get out and walk again. I enjoyed my walks last year. When I walked at home it allowed me some individual time with my kiddos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3331426430319967772?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3331426430319967772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3331426430319967772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3331426430319967772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3331426430319967772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/03/ho-hum.html' title='Ho-hum...............'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-6449787594649105691</id><published>2011-03-05T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T21:49:27.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dr.</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the Dr. I guess I have the "DRY" macular degeneration which means they can't treat it. They think that a diet rich in antioxidants might slow it down. Right now I am not going to go blind but I could lose my reading sight when I am in my 60's and perhaps my ability to recognize faces. I wish I could say I am ok with this but right now I can't say that. I will keep trying and perhaps it will happen someday. I suppose I was shocked by the diagnosis in the first place but it never occurred to me that it wasn't fixable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-6449787594649105691?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/6449787594649105691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=6449787594649105691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6449787594649105691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6449787594649105691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/03/dr.html' title='The Dr.'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-1892074780163770433</id><published>2011-02-27T13:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:45:29.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder to me..................</title><content type='html'>“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. I'll always be with you.” Winnie the Pooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having to remind myself that I do matter...............not sure I like being female with all the emotions that go along with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-1892074780163770433?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/1892074780163770433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=1892074780163770433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1892074780163770433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1892074780163770433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/02/reminder-to-me.html' title='A reminder to me..................'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8866964000349036786</id><published>2011-02-27T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:11:15.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does time go!!!???</title><content type='html'>I had last Thursday off and even though I started the day rather late I cleaned, went to laundry mat, cooked and shopped so that day was gone before I knew it. I worked Friday and on Saturday I went straight to Meijer, Wal-mart and Kroger. As soon as I got home I started some Chili, sloppy joe and a pan of brownies. Grabbed a shower and head washing. Jacob's girlfriend and her parents came to town so the 2 of them could spend some time on a date. I took hubby to work and dropped Jake and Rachel off at the mall. Came back home and hung out and played a game with the Wilts. Time to go back to get the kids. When I got back from there Abby's friend and his mom were at the house. We all went back to the mall where we all shopped and hung out. Came back home, gave them some chili and realized I had to stay up until 11 to go get hubby! Cleaned up the kitchen, they left and I fell asleep for about 10 minutes. Got hubby, came home, crashed within 5 minutes and woke up to start all over. I am not sure how long I can keep up this schedule! I am becoming an old woman I think. I can't wait until early April, I have to pull a double but I will get to sleep past 6:30 for 1 day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8866964000349036786?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8866964000349036786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8866964000349036786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8866964000349036786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8866964000349036786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does time go!!!???'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-4687268145268370953</id><published>2011-02-25T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:39:51.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you, Spring???</title><content type='html'>You just had to tease us last week, didn't you? I know what happened. You stuck your head out, twitched your little nose around and decided to go back inside for awhile. I understand...........it is too early for you. I just look forward to when you come back again and I can open my windows everyday and take long mind-clearing walks. I am also looking forward to not stepping in mud. I do believe when I get old I will be a snowbird..........Michigan in the warm months and Florida during the cold months. I like the sandy soil of both of those places. You are welcome to visit anytime, my friend, Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-4687268145268370953?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/4687268145268370953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=4687268145268370953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4687268145268370953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4687268145268370953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-are-you-spring.html' title='Where are you, Spring???'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-97800923576688855</id><published>2011-02-21T13:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:32:50.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at mom's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6LSrQidOH0/TWKv9_OgfJI/AAAAAAAABL8/oeMpXZ1-9fM/s1600/P2200049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6LSrQidOH0/TWKv9_OgfJI/AAAAAAAABL8/oeMpXZ1-9fM/s320/P2200049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576212768117259410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iP6V2BpQzmc/TWKv9ucLqwI/AAAAAAAABL0/9n-iYxNDwCs/s1600/P2200048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iP6V2BpQzmc/TWKv9ucLqwI/AAAAAAAABL0/9n-iYxNDwCs/s320/P2200048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576212763611212546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAsSBuKhmgQ/TWKv9ZD1CoI/AAAAAAAABLs/OhnxEs7ObkE/s1600/P2200044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAsSBuKhmgQ/TWKv9ZD1CoI/AAAAAAAABLs/OhnxEs7ObkE/s320/P2200044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576212757871921794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-946MLOcfYz4/TWKv9CKE0LI/AAAAAAAABLk/UAiFIEeIfFI/s1600/P2200042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-946MLOcfYz4/TWKv9CKE0LI/AAAAAAAABLk/UAiFIEeIfFI/s320/P2200042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576212751724105906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-watpguZ95ew/TWKv8yQDEhI/AAAAAAAABLc/GYSKV5LQOzc/s1600/P2200041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-watpguZ95ew/TWKv8yQDEhI/AAAAAAAABLc/GYSKV5LQOzc/s320/P2200041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576212747454190098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great dinner at mom's. I mentioned to Dano that I couldn't believe he actually got me a purse for my birthday since I have several already. He said it was the most "romantic" thing on my list. Romantic??? He said, that maybe that wasn't the word but nothing else was fun. I said that I am just practical and couldn't think of alot that I need or want. Seth said that birthdays aren't supposed to be practical. Maybe not, but I am just that way. I honestly don't need anything and am not big on wanting stuff. I have been told I am low maintenance. I suppose I am. I could be high maintenance if that is what they want. Hair color, jewels, you name it...I just prefer to be like I am! I think they are all ok with it too since I have been told I am, "THE WORLD'S BEST MOM!" The preacher did a fantastic job on the cake! When in doubt, MAKE IT RED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-97800923576688855?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/97800923576688855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=97800923576688855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/97800923576688855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/97800923576688855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/02/dinner-at-moms.html' title='Dinner at mom&apos;s'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6LSrQidOH0/TWKv9_OgfJI/AAAAAAAABL8/oeMpXZ1-9fM/s72-c/P2200049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7222667354376015517</id><published>2011-02-19T14:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:26:08.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KxYYCVljdI/TWAYzSMBpJI/AAAAAAAABLU/Rou55Y4ihWg/s1600/P2180030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KxYYCVljdI/TWAYzSMBpJI/AAAAAAAABLU/Rou55Y4ihWg/s320/P2180030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575483608019346578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the flowers I picked out for my Birthday. I had a great day! I would of loved to share it with a friend but sometimes things just don't happen our way! All in all it was NICE! I fixed what I wanted for my dinner~ fish, mac/cheese and broccoli soup! Weird combination but it was MY day so.........It was nice to be queen for a day. I got some nice cards as well as some nice gifts. Thank you to all my friends that sent me Birthday wishes! I was preoccupied and poured Tea in my soup bowl! I am glad I hadn't dipped my soup yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7222667354376015517?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7222667354376015517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7222667354376015517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7222667354376015517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7222667354376015517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KxYYCVljdI/TWAYzSMBpJI/AAAAAAAABLU/Rou55Y4ihWg/s72-c/P2180030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-4291907903390366762</id><published>2011-02-13T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T13:21:10.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost time!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday the 16th I will find out just where I am with my eyes. I am hoping for good news. Right now with all that is going on in my life I am not sure I can handle anything but that! I know that somewhere inside me is the strength I need but I am not feeling it right now. I can't believe the way this past week has gone. I am glad it is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-4291907903390366762?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/4291907903390366762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=4291907903390366762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4291907903390366762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4291907903390366762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/02/almost-time.html' title='Almost time!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8975416346211227927</id><published>2011-02-07T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:22:00.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-Hum!</title><content type='html'>My life is pretty much day by day right now. I am enjoying the time I get to be home and trying to be a good caregiver when I am working. I like to talk to a friend when I am off work as well as cook and make cards. I really need to scrapbook before my pictures get out of hand again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8975416346211227927?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8975416346211227927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8975416346211227927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8975416346211227927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8975416346211227927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/02/ho-hum.html' title='Ho-Hum!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-4249128533199766976</id><published>2011-02-03T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:28:23.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........</title><content type='html'>Not sure how but I think everything is going to be alright in my world. I will go to the specialist on the 16th of February to see what can be done about my eyes. I do ok in the light of day but when the lights are out and I am all alone then it seems as if nothing can ever be ok. I just have to believe it will.......either that or lose my sanity all together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-4249128533199766976?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/4249128533199766976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=4249128533199766976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4249128533199766976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4249128533199766976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/02/hhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='hhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8360309993117284692</id><published>2011-01-24T13:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:42:23.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to shop....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TT3HqevovuI/AAAAAAAABKk/MxHc_o927TQ/s1600/P1230008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TT3HqevovuI/AAAAAAAABKk/MxHc_o927TQ/s320/P1230008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565824247121100514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that since Daniel got my shelf done I really need to find the things I want to go on it instead of just placing a little of this and that on there! I guess it is time I took my Christams money and went to Vintage Consignment and Boutique! I LOVE that place....they have Boyd bears, Yankee candles as well as Longaberger Baskets! Not to mention oodles of other wonderful Prim, country, Americana and just plain, old good stuff! Then again we might be headed to Indiana in a week or so, I just might have to go to PETALS ans VINES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8360309993117284692?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8360309993117284692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8360309993117284692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8360309993117284692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8360309993117284692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-to-shop.html' title='Time to shop....'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TT3HqevovuI/AAAAAAAABKk/MxHc_o927TQ/s72-c/P1230008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8524253715739013011</id><published>2011-01-18T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:12:30.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blessed..............</title><content type='html'>Fall of '09 I learned to count my blessings in ways I never thought I would have to. I was always thankful for a home and food. It was only when things started to get hard to come by that I realized all that I had always had. '10 was a time of recovery and I am thankful for the job I have. Sure it gets long sometimes but I am glad I have my health to do a job and family that takes up the slack as well as a very dear friend that is so very special to me! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8524253715739013011?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8524253715739013011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8524253715739013011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8524253715739013011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8524253715739013011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-blessed.html' title='I am blessed..............'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8203045913245354177</id><published>2011-01-16T23:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:28:17.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPFDItUJCI/AAAAAAAABJ8/XKoLzrb-hqk/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPFDItUJCI/AAAAAAAABJ8/XKoLzrb-hqk/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563006622400521250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan~O, rule #1 You NEVER take a picture of yourself and leave it on my camera. If you had not fibbed to me and told me that my hair was fine when it was not I might of been nicer and put a picture of you and I on here. Shame on you! Rule #2 never fib to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8203045913245354177?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8203045913245354177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8203045913245354177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8203045913245354177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8203045913245354177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/01/daniel.html' title='Daniel'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPFDItUJCI/AAAAAAAABJ8/XKoLzrb-hqk/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3638046044550214493</id><published>2011-01-16T23:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:23:23.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPD0_bEVII/AAAAAAAABJ0/FznGMGJWF_g/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPD0_bEVII/AAAAAAAABJ0/FznGMGJWF_g/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563005279878272130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPDGBOhZII/AAAAAAAABJs/Bn38mG08N6A/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPDGBOhZII/AAAAAAAABJs/Bn38mG08N6A/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563004472908670082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st born! How the years have flown! I can't believe you are 20 years old. It seems like yesterday I held you in my arms. It was a scary thought knowing that I was responsible for your well being. You were so smart! You acted like a little man. It was fun to hear you say those big words. I think one of the reasons  I laugh at the things you say is because you are so quiet now and they are unexpected. I am proud of the way you work hard and show such responsibility! I love you and even though you know I don't care for long hair and give you a razzing about it you never seem to get mad at me. You just give me your sheepish grin and let it go in one ear and out the other! I am glad to be your mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3638046044550214493?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3638046044550214493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3638046044550214493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3638046044550214493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3638046044550214493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/01/jonathon.html' title='Jonathon'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPD0_bEVII/AAAAAAAABJ0/FznGMGJWF_g/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-1410202378450734023</id><published>2011-01-16T22:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:13:01.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPBtNfWrXI/AAAAAAAABJk/pVvJSshsVXg/s1600/PC110459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPBtNfWrXI/AAAAAAAABJk/pVvJSshsVXg/s320/PC110459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563002947192139122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPAn4SK6VI/AAAAAAAABJc/xh4hiwWSRcw/s1600/PC260555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPAn4SK6VI/AAAAAAAABJc/xh4hiwWSRcw/s320/PC260555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563001756088723794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd son! I love you! I love the way you give me a hug first thing every morning when I get home from work and if for some reason you don't get to (perhaps I am laying down) then You do it as soon as you can! You are a gentle spirit and such a soft hearted guy. I love to see you with the little ones. You are going to be a great father someday! You are a funny, funny kid! I hope that all the things you desire in life will happen for you! Work hard and you will have your dreams! I like the way you go out of your way to open doors! You truly are a gentleman and I am proud to be your mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-1410202378450734023?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/1410202378450734023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=1410202378450734023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1410202378450734023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1410202378450734023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/01/jacob.html' title='Jacob'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTPBtNfWrXI/AAAAAAAABJk/pVvJSshsVXg/s72-c/PC110459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5313312418653322350</id><published>2011-01-16T22:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:50:59.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTO8kkLqL0I/AAAAAAAABJM/SZSO1gXg86M/s1600/P1080556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTO8kkLqL0I/AAAAAAAABJM/SZSO1gXg86M/s320/P1080556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562997301106585410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTO6p_BBS7I/AAAAAAAABJE/9kA8R8PxnLk/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTO6p_BBS7I/AAAAAAAABJE/9kA8R8PxnLk/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562995195185810354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are something else my 3rd born son and I love you! You make me laugh! I love your wit and the way you can think of some sort of come back on a moments notice! I think you should be a lawyer because hardly anyone can win an argument with you! You were the kid that made things exciting from the get-go! When I think of how things could of been so different if you had not come early it makes me appreciate the gift of you so much more. I know we have had our times but those are behind us now! I hope all your dreams come true. You have made my world a better place just by being a part of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5313312418653322350?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5313312418653322350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5313312418653322350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5313312418653322350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5313312418653322350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/01/seth.html' title='Seth'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTO8kkLqL0I/AAAAAAAABJM/SZSO1gXg86M/s72-c/P1080556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-8698884049962441851</id><published>2011-01-16T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:18:03.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTOz7HqioFI/AAAAAAAABIc/lrjWE1yIzF0/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTOz7HqioFI/AAAAAAAABIc/lrjWE1yIzF0/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562987792983826514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTOzPb_pGJI/AAAAAAAABIU/JBYn_30-pOo/s1600/P1080558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTOzPb_pGJI/AAAAAAAABIU/JBYn_30-pOo/s320/P1080558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562987042526795922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only daughter, how I love you! I love your sense of humor and so many times I look at you and see me! I can't believe how time has passed! You were my littlest angel now you are a young lady! I have to smile when I think about how we would come from Michigan and visit the church in Columbus and you would get the giggles. I would have to get up and leave because you would get me to laughing too! I love the infectuos laugh you have. Don't ever let anyone rob you of the joy of living!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-8698884049962441851?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/8698884049962441851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=8698884049962441851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8698884049962441851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/8698884049962441851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/01/abigail.html' title='Abigail'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TTOz7HqioFI/AAAAAAAABIc/lrjWE1yIzF0/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BPC260546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-2508478012193753674</id><published>2011-01-14T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:34:39.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is beautiful???</title><content type='html'>You hear the word all the time but even in my old age I still don't know what it means. I think flowers are beautiful. My daughter is very beautiful! I guess I am curious as to what makes a person look at someone and say, "they are beautiful." I think some people use the word too lightly. Anyway, that is my thought for the day. I guess I will run back over to FB and talk to an old friend. He is crazy..............most of us on FB are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-2508478012193753674?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/2508478012193753674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=2508478012193753674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2508478012193753674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2508478012193753674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-beautiful.html' title='What is beautiful???'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-1674836492254754378</id><published>2011-01-12T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:36:43.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT DAY!</title><content type='html'>My wonderful day off started with talking to a dear friend on the phone. That makes my day ALOT! After that I admit to being lazy until around 11. I folded clothes, did dishes and made chili for lunch. When that was done I sorted through some drawers. I read letters and cards from years ago. For dinner I made French Onion Soup and croutons. The warm gingerbread with fresh whipping cream was so yummy! I did so many dishes I thought my hands would fall off.........that isn't counting the ones the dishwasher did! All in all it was a great day and I wish I could start all my days talking to the special people in my life! The not so great part was taking a long time to get home through the snow and Daniel having to back down a very big hill. So scarey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-1674836492254754378?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/1674836492254754378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=1674836492254754378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1674836492254754378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1674836492254754378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-day.html' title='GREAT DAY!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-6918517594220123214</id><published>2011-01-04T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:55:15.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is great!</title><content type='html'>I love the smiles that I am experiencing right now. Yesterday was a great day! Got to talk to my friend as well as work more on my clients scrapbook........she loves it! I will continue to add to it until it is filled up! Fixed dinner and just had a laid back evening! I love those special people in my life that make it so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-6918517594220123214?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/6918517594220123214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=6918517594220123214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6918517594220123214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6918517594220123214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-great.html' title='Life is great!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5781266029224026534</id><published>2010-12-31T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:43:30.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little early...............</title><content type='html'>I am aware that it is early for Valentines day and of course some people would think I have too much time on my hands and I do........because I am lucky enough to have internet at work and a client that goes to bed early! Blessed me! Life, it's a beautiful thing! I plan to have a great NEW YEAR and I hope everyone else does too. I want to take time for some of the things I love and the people I love. There are some that I want to see SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5781266029224026534?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5781266029224026534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5781266029224026534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5781266029224026534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5781266029224026534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-early.html' title='A little early...............'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-207162793081170001</id><published>2010-12-27T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:51:44.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend....................</title><content type='html'>I am grateful for the special person in my life that seems to be able to make me smile all the time even when I don't think I want to. They listen to me complain and don't call it that. Thank you my friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-207162793081170001?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/207162793081170001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=207162793081170001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/207162793081170001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/207162793081170001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-friend.html' title='My friend....................'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5738523387065212653</id><published>2010-12-25T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:50:39.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hard to believe................</title><content type='html'>Christmas is almost over! I got some nice things but the nicest thing of all was having Jonathon home and getting a hug from him! My client and her girls gave me some nice things. After seeing what they had for me I was almost embarrassed to give her the scrapbook I had made but she loved it. She cried and that broke my heart. She can be a testy one but usually is sweet to me. I can't wait to go home tomorrow and look over my stuff again! I can't even remember what I got because I had to go to bed so I could get up this morning to come to work. I took her to her daughters which turned out to be quite a trip.........she got upset and took the directions and told me I was supposed to turn right and that was wrong. All is well that ends well..........we finally got there. I am so directionally challenged! I hope everyone had a great Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5738523387065212653?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5738523387065212653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5738523387065212653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5738523387065212653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5738523387065212653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/12/hard-to-believe.html' title='hard to believe................'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-168292216078360335</id><published>2010-12-23T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:41:46.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POOH!</title><content type='html'>I know, I seriously need to grow up but it is Christmas and I love Winnie the Pooh and his friends. I just wish my favorite of all was on here...........Eeyore! I am still keeping my fingers crossed for the Eeyore sweatshirt! If I had to be good though, I am out of luck! After Christmas I will go back to a more grown up background but until then........love you Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, Rabbit and Roo! Eeyore, I love you most of all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-168292216078360335?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/168292216078360335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=168292216078360335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/168292216078360335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/168292216078360335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/12/pooh.html' title='POOH!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7511410459555768664</id><published>2010-12-21T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:15:13.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it is that time of year again! Christmas is my 2nd favorite Holiday! I am excited to go get Jonathon on Friday....if all goes well that is! I miss that son of mine. It will be nice to have them all at my table for a couple of days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7511410459555768664?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7511410459555768664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7511410459555768664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7511410459555768664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7511410459555768664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-all.html' title='Hello all!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7718649625876029321</id><published>2010-10-27T22:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:12:32.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>Not much going on in my world except working! I love my client so it is a job I can take joy in. I will post pics soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7718649625876029321?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7718649625876029321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7718649625876029321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7718649625876029321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7718649625876029321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello.html' title='HELLO!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-4736078904908774016</id><published>2010-10-02T14:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:39:17.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm.............</title><content type='html'>Not even sure where to begin! I wonder sometimes what steps to take next. It seems like I don't know which end is up. I have the idea that if you don't want much then you can have everything you want. Now I am left to wonder if wanting a bigger place is a want or need since Abigail does have a room at mom's. I guess the mother in me says that is a need because I want her with me all the time. I do appreciate the fact that she can have a room there but............then there is the job thing. I LOVE my job and couldn't ask for a better client or for 1 that loves me more but I would like to be able to work normal hours instead of being gone for 24 hours at a time. Until I figure out the difference in needs and wants in these situations I will keep on DESIRING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-4736078904908774016?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/4736078904908774016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=4736078904908774016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4736078904908774016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4736078904908774016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/10/hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm.html' title='hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm.............'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-6321422191595241027</id><published>2010-09-24T12:38:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:40:36.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzghkD0i-I/AAAAAAAABHo/fngxGKt7mKU/s1600/P9210168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzghkD0i-I/AAAAAAAABHo/fngxGKt7mKU/s320/P9210168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520534110469393378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzghObHkVI/AAAAAAAABHg/fhAY8oArPcA/s1600/P9210165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzghObHkVI/AAAAAAAABHg/fhAY8oArPcA/s320/P9210165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520534104661528914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzfHrJUsHI/AAAAAAAABHY/5kmsEudviHg/s1600/P9210164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzfHrJUsHI/AAAAAAAABHY/5kmsEudviHg/s320/P9210164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520532566183293042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzeFPmdzyI/AAAAAAAABHQ/2RRNlp4ZyDY/s1600/P9200163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzeFPmdzyI/AAAAAAAABHQ/2RRNlp4ZyDY/s320/P9200163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520531424917966626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzc_mdXWfI/AAAAAAAABHI/ahpVb-wUw78/s1600/P9200160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzc_mdXWfI/AAAAAAAABHI/ahpVb-wUw78/s320/P9200160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520530228462967282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel says that everytime we go to Indiana we come home with more stuff but that is ok when it isn't just "stuff." &lt;br /&gt;1: the coke bottles belongsd to Grandma Mings&lt;br /&gt;2: the orange crate also belonged to her. It holds my yearly Taste of Home cookbooks &lt;br /&gt;   real nicely.&lt;br /&gt;3: the table was made by his Great-Great Grandfather&lt;br /&gt;4: the records were bought by his mom for Daniel and Darwin in '64. She used gift &lt;br /&gt;   money from his Great-Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;5: this platter was made by my Grandma Schnell and the meat platter was hers. &lt;br /&gt;   My friend, Annette Killinger bought them from her yard sale several years ago &lt;br /&gt;   and gave them to me this past weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it isn't just stuff! I love it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-6321422191595241027?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/6321422191595241027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=6321422191595241027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6321422191595241027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/6321422191595241027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-stuff.html' title='More stuff!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJzghkD0i-I/AAAAAAAABHo/fngxGKt7mKU/s72-c/P9210168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7559167338659446645</id><published>2010-09-20T21:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:58:10.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday in Indiana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgQHuMEuuI/AAAAAAAABHA/q7bLWA3r9Yo/s1600/P9180118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgQHuMEuuI/AAAAAAAABHA/q7bLWA3r9Yo/s320/P9180118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519179068186344162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgQHKS1ZVI/AAAAAAAABG4/e9YSFxjejxQ/s1600/P9180109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgQHKS1ZVI/AAAAAAAABG4/e9YSFxjejxQ/s320/P9180109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519179058551022930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgQG27rs_I/AAAAAAAABGw/pUK7SWbJm78/s1600/P9180108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgQG27rs_I/AAAAAAAABGw/pUK7SWbJm78/s320/P9180108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519179053353645042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abigail with her friend, Steve Best!&lt;br /&gt;  My boys love this car! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgL0DpobLI/AAAAAAAABGQ/v0BldUAjwqU/s1600/P9180105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgL0DpobLI/AAAAAAAABGQ/v0BldUAjwqU/s320/P9180105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519174332303568050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the only adult I saw eating cotton candy but that is ok. I think. I love the stuff and I am still a kid at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgKuRiJRXI/AAAAAAAABGI/AaWjPAXiZKk/s1600/P9180098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgKuRiJRXI/AAAAAAAABGI/AaWjPAXiZKk/s320/P9180098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519173133439419762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the class of '85 Melody, me, sponsor; Jane Wetherald and Randy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgJjnqa3UI/AAAAAAAABGA/WOdR6_LpDJw/s1600/P9180103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgJjnqa3UI/AAAAAAAABGA/WOdR6_LpDJw/s320/P9180103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519171850889518402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna, sorry if you thought you could get by with posting all kinds of pictures and not have yours posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7559167338659446645?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7559167338659446645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7559167338659446645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7559167338659446645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7559167338659446645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/saturday-in-indiana.html' title='Saturday in Indiana...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TJgQHuMEuuI/AAAAAAAABHA/q7bLWA3r9Yo/s72-c/P9180118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-997804256242390595</id><published>2010-09-17T23:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:56:24.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we leave to go to Indiana for 2 days. I am excited but nervous about the reunion! I AM very excited to see my daughter and son. I was missing her the other day and Seth asked me what I was going to do when they were all moved out. Like I told him I will have to adjust and move on but I am not one of those people that counts the days until the kids are gone! I enjoy my family! I miss Jonathon even though he has been moved out for more than a year. I really think about him when I make bread of any kind because that is one of his favorite things. I remember trying to get meal ideas from the kids and when it came his turn he said, "bread, rolls and biscuits." I told them those were all breads and he reminded me that I had asked for 3 ideas and they were all food. TOUCHE' he was right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-997804256242390595?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/997804256242390595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=997804256242390595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/997804256242390595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/997804256242390595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-home.html' title='Going home!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-3358644013915670097</id><published>2010-09-15T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T13:09:50.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME!</title><content type='html'>Where does time go??? Now that I work like I do I feel like I have to choreograph every minute of my time off to get things done. I never thought I would have, "wash hair" on my list of things to do! I set a schedule and it never goes completely as planned which is not all bad. After power walking through Wal-mart yesterday so I would be checked out before Daniel got off for dinner I had no trouble crossing off "take a walk" since I had done that and then some. I also had my plans changed when the downstaris neighbor met us as we were coming in and said, "baby, my brother gave me some apples and I want to share them with you." That meant adding "make caramel apple cake" to my list! Earlier in the day my mom had called and asked if I wanted some of the chicken she was going to fry and I said sure and that if she didn't mind I would let her fry the chicken I had taken out for dinner. There it was, a yummy fried chicken dinner and I had no grease to clean up. I just made the veggies and taters! All in all it was a great day! I also got all of my scrapbooking stuff put in decorative, matching boxes. That is another story altogether. I thought I would not be able to get the yellow ones because they appeared to be out and switching over to winter stuff. I did end up getting yellow. All for $2 less per box than I would of paid the week before! YAY! for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-3358644013915670097?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/3358644013915670097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=3358644013915670097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3358644013915670097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/3358644013915670097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/time.html' title='TIME!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-653859424032690573</id><published>2010-09-09T13:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:10:47.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our idea of fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIkUaHFoFbI/AAAAAAAABF4/qx30CCwGiqI/s1600/P9080087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIkUaHFoFbI/AAAAAAAABF4/qx30CCwGiqI/s320/P9080087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514961657503684018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel does this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIkUZkq43aI/AAAAAAAABFw/L7RZeAH6Xu8/s1600/P9090090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIkUZkq43aI/AAAAAAAABFw/L7RZeAH6Xu8/s320/P9090090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514961648264732066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-653859424032690573?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/653859424032690573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=653859424032690573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/653859424032690573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/653859424032690573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-idea-of-fun.html' title='Our idea of fun!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIkUaHFoFbI/AAAAAAAABF4/qx30CCwGiqI/s72-c/P9080087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-4271460044353936519</id><published>2010-09-07T20:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:11:21.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIbXs4Rjf-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/eRFDhh1WJ9o/s1600/P9060081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIbXs4Rjf-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/eRFDhh1WJ9o/s320/P9060081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514331959781982178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........keeps the Dr. away! At least that is what they say. I should be in good shape, unless you actually have to eat them! I was dusting the living/dining area and realized just how many apples I have! It took me forever! Last night Daniel told me that we are going to be the recipient of another apple crate that belonged to his grandma Mings. I am so excited about that. I was dusting the things in the pie safe yesterday and there were so many things to smile about. glassware from his great grandparents. My grandma Schnell's recipe box is a treasure to me! I really do like old things, especially when they have belonged to someone I know. They have a story to tell. I think we are also going to get a small table that one of his grandparents made. He said it was ours IF we want it. I told him that of course we want it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-4271460044353936519?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/4271460044353936519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=4271460044353936519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4271460044353936519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4271460044353936519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/apple-day.html' title='An Apple a Day'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIbXs4Rjf-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/eRFDhh1WJ9o/s72-c/P9060081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-2773470950252344581</id><published>2010-09-07T19:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:08:25.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIbRoVaWRaI/AAAAAAAABFI/raXfKvr9SY4/s1600/P8260069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIbRoVaWRaI/AAAAAAAABFI/raXfKvr9SY4/s320/P8260069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514325284634379682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder why my kids thought I was the world's best mom! Well, Abigail's friend and his sister went to Columbus and went shopping with Abigail. When I mentioned this to Jacob he said, "Abigail is on a date?" Of course, I said, "no" that his sister was there. He said that it was a chaperoned date. That never even occurred to me! No wonder they love me. I am in a fog or something! I had to lay in the floor and think about that for awhile. So, is that a date?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-2773470950252344581?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/2773470950252344581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=2773470950252344581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2773470950252344581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/2773470950252344581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking???'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TIbRoVaWRaI/AAAAAAAABFI/raXfKvr9SY4/s72-c/P8260069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5682455845826396644</id><published>2010-09-05T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T14:32:37.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a great day to be alive!</title><content type='html'>I went out earlier and took a walk. It is a beautiful day here in the neighborhood where I work. I am blessed! I wish that Daniel and I both had the day off tomorrow so we could do something for the Holiday but he is working. At least I will be home with my boys. Abigail is going to be shopping with her "friend" and his sister. I sure do miss that girl of mine! I think I will be doing laundry for part of the day. UGH! Well, guess they don't call it "Labor Day" for nothing! I have been busy making cards and sending them to friends. I might even get around to some of that tomorrow. I will have to take a walk for sure too! Jacob goes with me and Daniel goes when he is there. He is harder on me though. Jacob is nice and lets me go home when I get tired. Oh, well. I am just glad someone goes with me because it is a good time to talk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5682455845826396644?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5682455845826396644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5682455845826396644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5682455845826396644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5682455845826396644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-great-day-to-be-alive.html' title='It&apos;s a great day to be alive!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7751934978257120712</id><published>2010-09-04T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:01:25.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!</title><content type='html'>I made the Standing Rib Roast and the guests said it was the best roast they had tasted in a long time. They even toasted me! I was very embarrassed about that! The whole dinner was a great success and I am so glad because these are pretty well off people. They treat me so good though, Everyone that comes through the door tells me they are glad I am here to care for her. It is nice to be appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7751934978257120712?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7751934978257120712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7751934978257120712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7751934978257120712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7751934978257120712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-7860264893135882720</id><published>2010-09-04T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:10:11.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO! NO! and NO!</title><content type='html'>I came in to work ecpecting my run of the mill double but noooooooooo it can't happen like that. WE are having a dinner party and I am doing the cooking! I only hope I don't mess up that $130 chunk of meat! I cannot believe this. I like to stay in my little corner and be unobserved but I guess that isn't happening tonight!  On the bright side I am enjoying this cooler weather. It was nice to wake up chilly this A.M. Having the windows open improves my mood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-7860264893135882720?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/7860264893135882720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=7860264893135882720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7860264893135882720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/7860264893135882720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-no-and-no.html' title='NO! NO! and NO!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-4273271606040893247</id><published>2010-09-02T15:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:44:51.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TH_-az4DXtI/AAAAAAAABFA/9pLDIix18IM/s1600/P6059847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TH_-az4DXtI/AAAAAAAABFA/9pLDIix18IM/s320/P6059847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512404205480140498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TH_8YmLCRKI/AAAAAAAABE4/P2-Hs7qejdo/s1600/P6059831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TH_8YmLCRKI/AAAAAAAABE4/P2-Hs7qejdo/s320/P6059831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512401968418669730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TH_6reVq4vI/AAAAAAAABEw/YVLjmZA1YS4/s1600/P8260070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512400093710050034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TH_6reVq4vI/AAAAAAAABEw/YVLjmZA1YS4/s320/P8260070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TH_6qlYnJJI/AAAAAAAABEo/QGD--K_yzC4/s1600/P8220049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512400078421566610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TH_6qlYnJJI/AAAAAAAABEo/QGD--K_yzC4/s320/P8220049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I have pretty much avoided having my picture taken much less post it very often but I have come to the conclusion that for better or worse I am what I am. So, I am just going to be myself and post pictures. Most people know what I look like anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-4273271606040893247?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/4273271606040893247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=4273271606040893247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4273271606040893247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/4273271606040893247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-and-that-again.html' title='this and that again'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1frYmiY-2gU/TH_-az4DXtI/AAAAAAAABFA/9pLDIix18IM/s72-c/P6059847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5758085071312315503</id><published>2010-09-02T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:01:29.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so true</title><content type='html'>We'll be friends until we are old and senile, then we'll be new friends.&lt;br /&gt;I got this from a friends Facebook. I like it! There are some people that I hope I will be friends forever with even if this is what it takes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5758085071312315503?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5758085071312315503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5758085071312315503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5758085071312315503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5758085071312315503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-true_02.html' title='so true'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-1437976383238315238</id><published>2010-09-01T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:55:13.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my girl</title><content type='html'>I already miss you little lady and wish I hadn't let you go! I hope you have fun if you get to go with "you know who" next week. You know the rules!!! So did I! I know sometimes it is weird for you that we are so much alike but I think you will be ok! Just follow your dreams. There may come a time when your dreams take you in a direction that I don't like but I will try to keep my hands off! I love you and want you to be happy! I will promise that if your dreams don't turn out the way you planned I will be there for you to help you pick up the pieces! I love the journal and find it surprising that you bought it not knowing that I had put it on my list! That just goes to show how we think alike! As for writing down all my secrets??? Some of those you have to just carry in your heart, they can't be expressed with pen and paper! I love you, can't wait until you get home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-1437976383238315238?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/1437976383238315238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=1437976383238315238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1437976383238315238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/1437976383238315238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/missing-my-girl.html' title='Missing my girl'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988835686697798597.post-5064210292067865945</id><published>2010-09-01T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:57:15.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe.................</title><content type='html'>there are angels among us sent down to us from someone up above! I had to go to the store last night to get RX and groceries for my client. I was still sick from the migraine and really just wanted to be home. As I was walking through the store I passed 3 little boys, they appeared to be about as close in age as mine were. Anyway they were somewhere between 6-10. They were having a good time tussling. I have to admit that sometimes when I see little ones like that I wish mine were still little but when I am feeling yucky I am so glad they are not. I was standing there looking at something and I noticed the tussling had stopped and figured they had moved on. Then I noticed something out of the corner of my eye..........it was one of the boys. When I looked at him I HAD to smile. He was standing there with his arms folded, staring at me with a huge smile on his face. I said, "hi there." He gave me a quick nod and took off. I looked up and saw his dad who was also staring at me with his eyebrows raised. He said, "Okaaaaaaaaaaaaay" and left too. I am not sure what this little guy was smiling about but I like to think that he came along just to make me smile when I didn't really feel like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;2:56:42 PM&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988835686697798597-5064210292067865945?l=slgates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/feeds/5064210292067865945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5988835686697798597&amp;postID=5064210292067865945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5064210292067865945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988835686697798597/posts/default/5064210292067865945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slgates.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-believe.html' title='I Believe.................'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08935713619518653406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNFu0z_XI4/TWAWcc5AEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/R8L0nqEilIA/s220/P2180037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
