<?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-818560436884641283</id><updated>2012-01-15T22:29:48.467-08:00</updated><category term='Divorce AKA Devastation'/><title type='text'>nitegardener</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings in a Darkened Garden</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-6159765000922480531</id><published>2012-01-09T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:16:11.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TA DA!!  Look What I can Do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Guess What I went &amp;amp; Did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;YESssssss! I said Yessss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I went &amp;amp; Married my Man! &amp;amp; What an amazing Man he is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I cant say it enough.. he completes me.. he makes me.. he Is me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;or.. as he says..I am you.. you are me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this.. is something in my life that is so right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We.. together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ive always known im a happier person as a couple.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and Ive said it time &amp;amp; time again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm a much better person as a couple then I could ever be alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not to say i couldnt 'do it alone'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I could.. quite well probably.. But then there's that whole 'happiness' factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I dont' NEED a man.. But I do need a partner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Someone in life that loves me.. respects me.. encourages me.. in every aspect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wants me as much as I do him.. and he does..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My love does all of these things for me.. with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And Bonus, he adores me along with everything else.. He truly thinks of me as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the best thing that has ever happened to him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Which is awesome.. because I Know this to be true for me as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He .. is the beat of my heart.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ok.. enough of that.. I know in reading it people are most likely on the verge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;of nausea.. Somehing about listening to someone go on and on about a person they love tends to make you want to not look..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;promise.. I'll keep these teen moments to my self..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;alright..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;maybe just one more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;K&amp;amp;C Forever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-6159765000922480531?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/6159765000922480531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=6159765000922480531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/6159765000922480531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/6159765000922480531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2012/01/ta-da-look-what-i-can-do.html' title='TA DA!!  Look What I can Do!'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-7752800996330980599</id><published>2011-11-08T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T00:13:46.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Next?</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Just wrote to My Great friend CS.. I swear If i had one person Icould have be my own personal Cheerleader.. it'd most likely be her!&lt;br /&gt;No matter the ass kickin I give myself.. She always manages to make me reel it back in .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'd mentioned that life is good.. So I should probably continue on with writing about that.. As most people tend to dwel on the Crap rather then the good.. I think maybe sometimes its a little easier to do.. So.. Lets see what positives i can focus on.&lt;br /&gt;(Even though this IS the nitegardener page!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official.. Im happy.&lt;br /&gt;Content, relieved some more with life. especially in knowing that I am with someone so wonderful and kind &amp;amp; loving.&lt;br /&gt;We plan our life together. looking at what direction we want to now go.&lt;br /&gt;Moving some day very soon is in our near future (Hopefully)..Since we are currently dwelling in 2 households still. This is very irritating as well as not very efficiant, cost effectively.&lt;br /&gt;Why have double expenses?&lt;br /&gt;Utilities etc. Besides.. I find myself spending so much on gas running back &amp;amp; forth between the two places trying to keep up with my place too.&lt;br /&gt;We know theres an inevitable move.. and are happily looking forward to this!&lt;br /&gt;My place wont do. ties, memories, burdens &amp;amp; issues there.&lt;br /&gt;His does not hold the Lifestyle possibilities we both yearn for.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a more 'Self Sustaining' livelihood along with some space that allows us to expand &amp;amp; grow.. As well as some nice big fat breathing room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in the 60's &amp;amp; 70's as kids.. Surrounded by Vietnam News, Protests &amp;amp; politics as we did. We both seem to question everything.. The Why's.. The Validity.. The Reasons..&lt;br /&gt;Add to that the fact that we both are very even tempered, easy going &amp;amp; relaxed about most things.. (Yes.. Mine is there.. just s bit burried from being sat on for so long..)&lt;br /&gt;We feel confident in that we can rely on each other for most of what we seek.&lt;br /&gt;We are comfortable in knowing that we wont need much.. Actually would rather less.&lt;br /&gt;Be more self reliant &amp;amp; self sustaining in our ventures together.&lt;br /&gt;We are already leaning in that direction.. Christopher is an avid Gardener.. Quite handy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I try real hard at both.. Always Supporting my man!&lt;br /&gt;We have a nice cashe of seeds and beans from previous harvests.. of course lots more will be needed to do what we hope to.&lt;br /&gt;We have some pretty amazing chickens!&lt;br /&gt;A hand ful of Americauna's, a couple Sexlinks, some Reds (A Buff &amp;amp; a Rhodi Island Red.) and even a Silkie Hybrid!&lt;br /&gt;Goats are a nice goal for us...&lt;br /&gt;Had em before.. loved the fun entertainment they always were..&lt;br /&gt;Now we're gonna put em to work!&lt;br /&gt;More fowl and we'll grow from there.&lt;br /&gt;We hope to move quickly in our plans so we can begin our journey then move towards helping others find the same 'brigadoon' as we hope to create for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I am very much looking forward to some many happy years of joy, peace, enrichment, nourishing thoughts, contented days &amp;amp; a fulfilling lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Now the biggest thing for us is locating a place to call home.. And go from their!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-7752800996330980599?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/7752800996330980599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=7752800996330980599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/7752800996330980599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/7752800996330980599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-next.html' title='Whats Next?'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-1297040053686102559</id><published>2011-10-14T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T04:02:40.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Slack Ass"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SLACK ASS! THIS should surely be my new Title when it comes to keeping up in BLOG Land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to motivate myself to write.. and funny thing is.. i really do enjoy it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This blindless purging.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So.. 'Ruler to Wrist'.. Here goes again.. (Not that anyone reads me anymore cause they just never know when I will go into a rant or bitch over laod and feel compelled to spill anymore..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But I feel I need to.. especially when I may actually have good things happening in my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ok.. Divorced a year now.. Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Still struggle emotionally with said Divorce.. or more so.. the actual break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But.. Water under the bridge so to speak.. I survived the 1st year of sepeartion.. drowned a little.. Thank God for Family , friends and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Made it through an entire 1st year of divorce with out jumping outta any open windows.. What a year that was.. But strangely.. not as horrible as the year of seperation BEFORE the Divorce.. I had moments of clarity.. moments of ghost walking.. lots of numbness and truly.. so many dumb ideas and thoughts.. add to that 'Speed dating'.. I have no idea what my mind was trying to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I did realize early on that 1. I did NOT want to be alone.. &amp;amp; 2. That I was in search of a partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Funny.. (Not HaHa) I said things like.." I know Im a better person as a couple then i could ever be as a single person'. And I dont mean by saying that Im not ok on my own.. or that I am not of any value or have no quality being by myself.. I just know im happiest being with someone.. having someone to take care and someone that cares for me in the same way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I KNEW I did NOT want to be alone....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The "Taking Applications and Conducting Interviews" process began!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rarely did one make it to the 2nd interview.. rarer yet.. a 3rd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Being "Voted off my Island" was inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Im not fussy.. Im not picky.. Im not looking for perfection.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Im looking for mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;MY perfect fit. MY Soul mate. MY True Love. MY Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I found him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'd decidced I was done searching.. For awhile anyway. I was going to take in my search feeders and just try to recoup and ponder life.. only temporarily though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And of course.. thats how it happens.. He found me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I said i found him.. Truthfully.. he found me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I had decided I liked him right off.. But was now in the.. "just a day at a time, not looking" mode now. So i saw us as possibly being great friends but had no inclination of it being more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Our first 'Date'.. As HE calls it was our "Potatoe Chucking Date" He invited me out to his house.. Where he planned a great dinner of one of his Specialties.. Meatloaf!! Terrific dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But prior to our dinner he showed me around his Home &amp;amp; Garden.. Where he decided we needed to forage for potatoes! He started digging in with his pitchfork and began unearthing some beautiful home growns! I sat along the grass as we talked and he worked.. He then procceded to 'chuck' potatoes at me.. Quite funny on a 1st date I thought! Definetly brought an aire of ease to the date! We then finished preparing dinner.. stuck it in the oven And took a quik drive out to the Beach to see the sun set. It was so freaking windy and cold He burried me in his jacket! Nice &amp;amp; Cozy! (I'm certain now today this of course was part of his plan to woe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Home for a great Dinner.. Then he reminded me how to play Back Gammon after over 20 years of not playing... I sucked at it of course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So.. History was made.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am Still with My Potatoe Chuckin Man today &amp;amp; In More Love With him then Id ever thought I deserved to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So.. Happy Ending for me after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-1297040053686102559?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/1297040053686102559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=1297040053686102559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/1297040053686102559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/1297040053686102559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2011/10/slack-ass.html' title='&quot;Slack Ass&quot;'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-1391373539236724758</id><published>2011-05-11T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T02:22:27.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes on.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And on.. And on.. And on.. somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Still plugging at it.. still working at it.. still looking, hoping and trying to make things work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What a difficult life it is starting from scratch alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Still of the mind set that I never felt I took anything for granted as far as the many gifts of my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Good, Bad or Otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But dammit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;How did I never 'see' how hard this would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Not that I had a choice.. not that I had a say so really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I mean sure.. there were tough times.. rough patches and worrisome bouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But this.. This sense of alone and stranded and abandondment can be quite over whelming at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Making one wonder how we go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;How we will ever, I mean EVER make it out alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Surely scathed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The polar opposite of course of 'unscathed'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Not to be confused of course with damaged goods mind you.. just damaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'd like to say each day gets a bit easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It doesnt really, but maybe a little less painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Maybe a little less devastation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tears still flow, just able to keep them a bit more in check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Not quite so mind of their own-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Still.. plenty of worry, fear, wonder and what ifs going on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I do realize for the first time tonight I just may be ready to make some jokes about it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Not whats happened really.. not about him or us or the loss of a life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But the aftermath..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mulling it around a bit tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thinking my next installment or 2 might just so happen to be a bit if for lack of better words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Strangely humorous.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thoughts are roaming....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;TBC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-1391373539236724758?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/1391373539236724758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=1391373539236724758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/1391373539236724758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/1391373539236724758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes on.............'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-6129141744933846869</id><published>2011-02-25T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T03:21:10.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce AKA Devastation'/><title type='text'>Old Me..  Slightly More Jaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After being 'gone' for so long I know I need to write, to express, to purge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have been keeping a journal. But somehow, this feeling very unfulfilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ive missed my Blog(s). I think this is where I need to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss so many of my friends from 'here'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now looking at my life I am so very imprssed with my having split into 2 Blogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can still do the Sweet, Cute and Girlie stuff over at the Lighter side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But can still express and vent and bitch here with out too much concern of Stepping on Toes or offending..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Down Side is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Im writing now to REALLY unload..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Im divorced.. He left me, He says Im no longer what he wants..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you ANY idea the hell , pain and fear It is to be starting all over again , ON YOUR OWN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In every aspect of your life at this age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Devastating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THIS truly is the word of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nothing else better describes it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wish this feeling and experience on No one else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not even him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, forgive me in advance for my rants and ramblings here for as long as Im compelled to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;expell them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Im sure I'll be ignored or snuck off away from for a bit by some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But really.. This is my life , whats left of it and how I choose to move forward and live again, rebuilding around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please, feel free to tell me to shut the hell up.. Shake it off.. Move forward.. Let it go.. Piss off.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tell me your experiences.. Anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Im here to hear.. to gain insight and wanting to move forward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With just a shade more jade to me then before....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-6129141744933846869?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/6129141744933846869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=6129141744933846869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/6129141744933846869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/6129141744933846869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-me-slightly-more-jaded.html' title='Old Me..  Slightly More Jaded'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-2834798962655335853</id><published>2010-01-24T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:40:35.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working anyone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       Is everyone working now except me? Or are we all still unemployed?&lt;br /&gt;Because for the love of God I NEED A DAMN JOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;       Worked devotedly for the same company for over 2 years..&lt;br /&gt;Then.. last year on April 1st.. ( Yes..  April fools day..)&lt;br /&gt;They showed up looking like the Men in Black and played a very ugly game of&lt;br /&gt;Duck Duck Goose.. and with in a weeks time 150 of my closest friends an enemies were hitting&lt;br /&gt;the skids and heading for the  unemployment line! Same thing happened in one of our offices&lt;br /&gt;just north of us but there were over 250 that were abducted from that office!&lt;br /&gt;    So.. just incase there was ANY Question WHAT so ever...&lt;br /&gt;It is NOT the Happiest Place on Earth! they are big fat liars!&lt;br /&gt;I still need a job..  And as of yet I'm getting nothing back!&lt;br /&gt;So it appears that there is not a big call for Bossy, Smart Ass , Middle Aged Woman!&lt;br /&gt;....  Side Note ....&lt;br /&gt;If  you hear of anything.. be sure and let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-2834798962655335853?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/2834798962655335853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=2834798962655335853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/2834798962655335853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/2834798962655335853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-anyone.html' title='Working anyone???'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-6710406478950721523</id><published>2010-01-23T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:29:58.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..  So much for a Commitment to Resolutions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I do have a real want to do this.. even a need to ..&lt;br /&gt;So I am dragging my sorry ass to this computer to post.. however miserable my messages may be.&lt;br /&gt;  o here it is. Post.. Post Post.. There.. I did is. Nah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love to You All..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-6710406478950721523?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/6710406478950721523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=6710406478950721523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/6710406478950721523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/6710406478950721523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-so-much-for-commitment-to.html' title='Well..  So much for a Commitment to Resolutions..'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-1166261191062329590</id><published>2010-01-12T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:21:02.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;   Ok! Its been nearly a year .. Officially .. Since I Have been on my Blog!  Sadly.. Pitifully .. Retarded!  Life has been crazy.. But a Year?  Wow.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ok.. So THIS is my New Years Resolution.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To get my ass in gear &amp;amp; Start being more commited to my Blogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;  ( Yes.. that was Plural.. the other is on the lite side.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Not as much "True Confessions" And Bitching as this one will allow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;  Whew.. this wore me out..  Not used to so much typing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'll have to come up with a story tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-1166261191062329590?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/1166261191062329590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=1166261191062329590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/1166261191062329590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/1166261191062329590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-168156904555830910</id><published>2009-01-14T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:14:49.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day For Penny Layne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SW60hPzdefI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HiapSm1qlnY/s1600-h/Ellesmeras+1st+Pics+And+Pennys+New+Condo+Pics+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291365095477967346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SW60hPzdefI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HiapSm1qlnY/s320/Ellesmeras+1st+Pics+And+Pennys+New+Condo+Pics+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Penny Lanye Has been in her same Tank Since she has been home with me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She Seemed ralatively Happy.. But.. I always knew there was something missing.. i knew there was more that she was reaching for.. Stars maybe?.. Sky?.. Space?.. Ya See Penny is an Aboreal.. Meaning she wants to climb as High as her beautiful Pink Toes will let her.. She's not content to stay on the ground or under a log.. or definatly NOT tunnel under some dark hole in the Earth.. No.. Penny wants to see things from Up high! So.. I felt Penny Needed a Condo.. PentHouse style.. &amp;amp; Now She's Got it!.. Front opening doors.. her own Skylight.. lush landscape. &amp;amp; even a rock wall to climb &amp;amp; jump on if she wants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You can See Pe&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SW61zGvxanI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wx58TBcald8/s1600-h/Ellesmeras+1st+Pics+And+Pennys+New+Condo+Pics+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291366501795850866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SW61zGvxanI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wx58TBcald8/s320/Ellesmeras+1st+Pics+And+Pennys+New+Condo+Pics+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nny in her New Abode.. She's VERY P&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SW63UWt2iUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wJMysJNufZk/s1600-h/Ellesmeras+1st+Pics+And+Pennys+New+Condo+Pics+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291368172530075970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SW63UWt2iUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wJMysJNufZk/s320/Ellesmeras+1st+Pics+And+Pennys+New+Condo+Pics+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leased!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Penny Walking Allong her new Glass Wall.. yes..  She IS Spider Woman!  Anyone Want to be Saved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;   &amp;amp; the Web is The AMAZING Hammock She Weaves!  This one was Pre-move..  Can't Wait to see where to decides to locate one in her Condo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-168156904555830910?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/168156904555830910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=168156904555830910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/168156904555830910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/168156904555830910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-day-for-penny-layne.html' title='Moving Day For Penny Layne'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SW60hPzdefI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HiapSm1qlnY/s72-c/Ellesmeras+1st+Pics+And+Pennys+New+Condo+Pics+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-3208716627831192467</id><published>2009-01-14T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:37:18.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well  The Nite Gardener Likes to Go to Flea markets too ya Know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SW6usLawoNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vcmaiBB4OaU/s1600-h/Ellesmeras+1st+Pics+And+Pennys+New+Condo+Pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291358686209417426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SW6usLawoNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vcmaiBB4OaU/s320/Ellesmeras+1st+Pics+And+Pennys+New+Condo+Pics+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; Wow.. Look what a Beautiful Piece of Jewelry We found!..............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She's been named &lt;strong&gt;Elle&lt;/strong&gt;smera.. She's now 13 years old.. She should live to be at least twice that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nice Healthy Ball Python.. Came with her Tank &amp;amp; all.. The Man had her Priced at $40.00 which was an absolute steal! But My mind had since been made up that i did NOT need a Snake Thank You Very Much!.. However I kept seeing her everytime I'd pass the isle.. up &amp;amp; down.. she was still for sale.. No takers.. &amp;amp; I knew she was sweet.. I'd already held her when I first saw her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So As i was Leaving.. there She was.. Still aiting for me to buy her.. So.. I dug in my Pocket.. to see what I had left aster the day of Flea Market Shopping.. I now had $33.00.. I asked the man what was the least he'd take.. he said what do you have left.. I said $33.00.. he said thats it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But he'd broken her tank on the drive over.. so I baby sat his booth while he drove home real quik to get a nice big 4 foot one for me.. for her! &amp;amp; he hooked us up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Elle Is home with me &amp;amp; happy.. Which is all He had said he had wanted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think he would have probably just given her To me If I'd have pulled out an Empty Pocket..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She was supposed to come home with me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Too perfect a Girl to stay there all day Long &amp;amp; no one else take an interest in her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So... meet &lt;strong&gt;Elle&lt;/strong&gt;smera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-3208716627831192467?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/3208716627831192467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=3208716627831192467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/3208716627831192467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/3208716627831192467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-nite-gardener-likes-to-go-to-flea.html' title='Well  The Nite Gardener Likes to Go to Flea markets too ya Know!'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SW6usLawoNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vcmaiBB4OaU/s72-c/Ellesmeras+1st+Pics+And+Pennys+New+Condo+Pics+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-2004995984645571196</id><published>2008-11-14T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:12:14.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking With Dee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SR3Ougb6SHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/h6Z-rQ7eofU/s1600-h/Cooking+with+Dee+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268594437469653106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SR3Ougb6SHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/h6Z-rQ7eofU/s320/Cooking+with+Dee+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;...................... Well first off You Must Know that Dee is a Self Taught cook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;She has learned all she knows by watching the TV,Reading,&amp;amp; spying on Others..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;She has wonderful Kitchen habits &amp;amp; Follows a few simple rules. everyone can learn floowing her example: No Blood.. Keep it clean.. Wear an Apron.. her Favorite is the One her Aunt Karin sent her with a Spider on it! Wash your hands, Keep your hair up &amp;amp; away, &amp;amp; pay attention so there are no additional fingers or toes that wind up in the mix.. unless the recipe actually calls for it.. she says we shant surprise anyone! That being said, Dee is on her way.Her All Time FAV thing to do Is Bake! Dee LOVES to play in the flower! she loves the Texture of it, the fluff of it, the way it just flies through the air when she tosses it about! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But then, thats Play time, THIS is work time, back to the business at hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SR3P9QTYimI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VN_ZlxjXntI/s1600-h/Cooking+with+Dee+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268595790348585570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SR3P9QTYimI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VN_ZlxjXntI/s320/Cooking+with+Dee+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;...................................................................................................Sunday Dinner Dee wanted to make Something Scrumptious for everyone to snack on.She decided on her all time favorite, Zuchini Bread! She read her recipe First.Which Dee says is always a good idea to do before you begin,no matter how well you may THINK you remember your ingrediants, you don't want to accidentaly come up short of a much needed item! That could be a disaster! So, she reads.,then pulls out all her stuff &amp;amp; starts a mixing! once made Dee is always happy with the end result becasue she loves to share her baked goods with friends &amp;amp; family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268604941081536034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SR3YR5cIZiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/And9QDCyN6E/s320/Cooking+with+Dee+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;After she baked her Bread she saw that Mom Needed help. As ALWAYS,So she jumped right in as all good little bad girls do &amp;amp; decided she would cut up the Potatoes for the Scalloped potatoes! She LOVES cutting stuff up.. this actually is one of her all time favorite Hobbies (&amp;amp; Pssttt.. shhh. secret.. mom hid all her favorite scissers from her.. something about all the cloths having holes in them or some such thing.. so she sure would k&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SR3RJZVGG2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/U8m6Ksszdng/s1600-h/Cooking+with+Dee+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268597098441743202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SR3RJZVGG2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/U8m6Ksszdng/s320/Cooking+with+Dee+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ill for a new teeny little pair.. you know.. for art projects &amp;amp; stuff.!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;............................................So, Potatoes Cut.. Dee got to mix in the other ingredients.She knows how to add more cream Cheese then Mom.. Tsk Tsk Tsk .. Mom always tries to put half a chunk of Cream Cheese in the mix, DEE knows a WHOLE thing tastes LOTS better. Thats why everyone brags on Dee's Scalloped potatoes better'n Moms!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So.. Dee was a Big help in the Kitchen Sunday. She did a Great Job &amp;amp; Everyone made a fuss over her, as usual! Well Done Dee! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SR3UfNmHmQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NEL6tRIkQYk/s1600-h/Cooking+with+Dee+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268600771783923970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SR3UfNmHmQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NEL6tRIkQYk/s320/Cooking+with+Dee+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-2004995984645571196?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/2004995984645571196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=2004995984645571196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/2004995984645571196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/2004995984645571196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2008/11/cooking-with-dee.html' title='Cooking With Dee'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SR3Ougb6SHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/h6Z-rQ7eofU/s72-c/Cooking+with+Dee+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-9102426275252569906</id><published>2008-11-08T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:46:30.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY  o   WHY  do we think we need to improve things??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SO very Sorry I EVEN suggested we May want to add a Deck to the back of our House..&lt;br /&gt;What IN the HELL was I thinking???&lt;br /&gt;TWO solid Months Later.. I now have a Back door thats been shifted a total of 27 inches to the right.. the entire Laundry room has had to be re-wired (REALLY?? THIS was Required?)&lt;br /&gt;The Washer &amp;amp; Dryer &amp;amp; the wall that they WERE on have now sled that 27 inches into the laundry room as well.. There is an opening THROUGH the hall bath .. Through the Laundry room so now i am able to carry on a conversation with whom ever may be sitting on that Hall Throne while I'm doing dishes in the kitchen! THREE rooms.. completely wide open!&lt;br /&gt;The tub that WAS in this bath room is now gone.. A new one in it's place.. Sort of..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the window above it replaced as well..&lt;br /&gt;To recap.. I STILL do not have a Deck.. You can't piss in this bathroom with out anyone in the Kitchen, laundry room or back door seeing you for that matter! the tub is now not able to be used since NOW there isn't any tile, dry wall.. or ANYTHING around it yet! &amp;amp; My washer &amp;amp; Dryer are in the middle of the room.. &amp;amp; I sort of slide them around according to which i need to use!&lt;br /&gt;When will this REHAB that took about 15 feet off the back of my house that appaently needed to be replaced too!?? I have NO Freaking idea..&lt;br /&gt;I Do know that I Do NOT wish to look into the Eyes of the Electric Meter Reader again next time I decide I want to Pee In the hall Bathway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-9102426275252569906?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/9102426275252569906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=9102426275252569906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/9102426275252569906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/9102426275252569906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-o-why-do-we-think-we-need-to.html' title='WHY  o   WHY  do we think we need to improve things??'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-4255340898003543826</id><published>2008-07-16T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:43:05.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Hard To Say Good Bye To An Old Friend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;In All the Many.. Many Years that We;ve had a Farm &amp;amp; Live Stock we have had So Many terrific Dogs that have come &amp;amp; Gone in our Lives..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   Having a Farm You Know people just naturally think this is just the place they all should go to when they are trying to find a new home for them.. &amp;amp; really.. rightly so..  What Dog WOULDN'T want to go live on a Farm..  ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   Besides..  Thats where Our Parents always told us all our Dogs went when they all came up missing when we were growing up.. Remember?  'The Farm'   The GLORIOUS Farm.. all Dogs Dream of  'The Farm'.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    Anyway.. We have had So Many Dogs Come &amp;amp; Go.. Most were just fantastic  Dogs.. But then.. aren't most Dogs just Fantastic anyway?  Some stayed.. some moved on.. some left with other People.. Some chose us.. Some we Chose..  Some came with damaged Hearts or bodies..  regardless.. they were all loved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    There was One Dog Named Jake..  Jake was a German Shepard/Chow Mix..   He looked exactly Like a German Shepard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But maybe a bit more Fluffy.. &amp;amp; of course that Tell Tale Chow Black Tongue..  He was Such a Sweetie Pie..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;  Nice Big Dog..  We are not little Dog People.. although you wouldn't know this now in our old Age.. we seem surrounded by smidgy little dogs as of late..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   Jake Came to us Via My Son Petey's Ag Teacher..  Who had Jake Tied up in his Yard.. (For good Reason..) Jake had a touch of the Gypsie Blood.. he liked to roam a bit too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   &amp;amp; everytime I happened to be over visiting The Ag Barn..  there Would be Jake..  All excited to see me..  !  ( Of Course he was thrilled to see everyone.. he was Tied up afterall..!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   So, One day.. Petey Showed up at OUR Barn With Jake..  "Mr. Brown said he wanted you to have Jake..  He knows how much you love this Dog  he said!"       Actually.. This was A Very Sweet way for Mr.Brown to drive the Dog over &amp;amp; drop him off at my gate.. he just did it alot nicer..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    So..  That was about 14 years ago or so..  &amp;amp; Mr. Brown felt that Jake was 2 years old then..  So..  We had our Jakie for a very long time..  &amp;amp; I can't say it enough how Lucky we were the Day Mr. Brown Sent My Jake to us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;  He has been one os the Sweetest most Treasured Friends we have had!  Always Diplomatic.. always the King.. &amp;amp; Gentelman.. Loving.. Considerate &amp;amp; just always there to listen &amp;amp; cuddle with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   He never chased a Horse or cow or Chicken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;On the Contrary..  JAKE became the Incubator!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Didn't take long for Mama Chickens to realize that Jake was a Friendly.. &amp;amp; He Soon became a One Man Daddy Day Care.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   You could see Mamma Chickens running across the field.. call out to Jake.. he'd stand up.. &amp;amp; out would scurry Baby Peeps in all Directions ! He was a Big Old Gentle Giant..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   Kittens Loved toTumble all over him..  &amp;amp; he'd just lay there while they played king of the Hill on old Uncle Jake..  tugging at his Tail &amp;amp; Ears.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    He'd most often sleep in the barn..  But he'd slip inside when he got a chance too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;  As Long as he hadn't gone off on one of his adventures..  He USUALLY was Tick Free..  But if you'd lost track of him sometime during the day..  You can count on him wandering home later that evening after a swim somewhere sporting a new coat of ticks..  Which for some reason the kids at the Barn Always found SO entertaining to sit &amp;amp; pick off of him..   I often wondered if Jake somehow did this intentionaly so he could get a nice brushing &amp;amp; body massage now &amp;amp; then from the  Little Barn Brats that used to hang around..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    He loved to lay on the cool concrete floor of the Barn in the Summer.. &amp;amp; in front of the Fire Old Stove there in the Winter..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But it was always fun to find him dug in a hole in the hay when i got to the Barn in the mornings too..  Before anyone else had arrived yet..  He'd wake up.. &amp;amp; walk back &amp;amp; forth with me as I  fed &amp;amp; turned out each of the horses..  Which could take a big part of the mornings if I had a Full Barn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;     We Sold off all the Stock &amp;amp; moved to a smaller place a bit over 5 years ago..  Jake still with us..  Decided he wanted to go with the  new "Down Sized" Mom &amp;amp; Dad too..  Most of the Dogs had at that point either moved on to greener pastures..  or gone with one of our now Grown kids.. or with one of the horses that had since been sold..  we'd had as many as 12 Dogs at one point.. Not counting puppies..  So Jake.. His Wife Jewel a Golden Retreiver/Rodesian Ridgback Mix &amp;amp; odie.. our Little Border Collie.. Were the Last of the 3 big Barn Dogs that Stayed With My Sweetie &amp;amp; I..  Jewel was 2 years older then Jake..  She fianlly died about 3 years ago.. Chrismas Eve Day.. She had had a rough couple weeks.. So I had decided she needed to stay in the Laundry room which is right next to the Kitchen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   She seemed very content there.. as she could see me..  Watch me in the Kitchen.. baking &amp;amp; cooking..  &amp;amp; she was relaxed &amp;amp; rested..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We had a very long talk the night before.. &amp;amp; when I woke up Christmas Eve Morning.. She had gone to sleep for the last time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   I Really thought Jake wouldn't last much past Jewel.. he loved her so very much..  he cried for her even when she started slowing down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   But he didn't.. he just seemed to sadden a bit.. but kept on being Jake.. The Same Old Sweet Jake everyone knew &amp;amp; Loved so dearly..  Just a slower Jake.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   Then about the last 6 months..  you could tell that old Curse of the German Shepard hip thing started to kick in for my baby..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;  He never complained of course..  But you could just see it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;  THEN  he started this..  Random  Peeing.. Really quite out of Character for our old Gentleman..    Peeing all the time.. Anytime.. &amp;amp; Anywhere..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   If it weren't pitiful.. it would be funny..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok.. it was funny ..  &amp;amp; I can say this only because  I am the one that has been cleaning UP this PEE!.. this  OLD MAN PEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    &amp;amp; it wasn't just a Little bit of Pee..  no.. thats too much to ask for..    He started to do this Zig Zag type saunter down the hall way.. I started to call him Dean martin..  He sort of Swaggered.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;back &amp;amp; Forth as he walked..  &amp;amp; the whole way..  Peeing..  So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But the time he'd made it to the end of the hall way.. there was this Zig Zag Line of Piss!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;      I'd Say.. "Oh Jakie.. Come on Man!"  &amp;amp; he'd just look up at me with those beautiful big brown eyes of his..  As if to say.. hey..  One day your going to be happy you could wipe up my piss lady.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;     So..  This went on for quite awhile..  just peeing when he didn't realize it..  not a big deal really.. Then about 3 weeks ago..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   He told me that 'Sorry..  But These Hips..  They Really must have an experation date..  Because they don't seem to be working any More My Dear.."  I said  "That's all right Old man.. I'll carry You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   So.. here it went..  I made him a fresh bed under the tree each morning..  either a new blanket.. or a new bed.. or a new rug..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Carried the Old Man out..  &amp;amp; Hand Fed him..  He had gotten to the point that he needed to have me lift him.. &amp;amp; hold his food bowl too..    &amp;amp; at the end of the day.. I'd have a Fresh Bed Made up For him in the Laundry Room &amp;amp; carry him back inside.. .. Turn him on his OTHER side to avoid Old Man Dog bed Sores....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   &amp;amp; give him a fresh brushing..  New Water..  Wash his Face &amp;amp; Clean him up.. Neosporin on any boo boo's..  &amp;amp; Talk to him a bit.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So We had this Routine.. for about 3 weeks..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   Then He seemed to be a bit uncomfortable outside..   Too Hot Maybe..  Or the Insects  i'm Not Sure.. but I felt that he wasn't able to move around to get away from what ever may be irritating him..  So I Said Jake Needs to come inside for Good..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    So.. in the Laundry Room My Old Baby Boy Came... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Every day.. Same Deal.. Breakfast..  Face Wash..  Sponge Bath .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   Body boo boo Check..  New Bed.. &amp;amp; Turn over..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Luckily for my Sweet Heart.. It only went on for him another 4 days..    We Tucked our Pumpkin Jake in for the Last Time LAst Sunday Nite..  We Woke up Monday the 14th &amp;amp; he was gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;  So.. as Sad as i am at loosing such a Sweet Loyal friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's Such a relief to know that he's finished with this journey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&amp;amp; we were all so very lucky to have known such a wonderful Dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   I Hope who ever Finds him in his "Next" life has as much a pleasure with him as we did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;love you Jakey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-4255340898003543826?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/4255340898003543826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=4255340898003543826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/4255340898003543826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/4255340898003543826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-hard-to-say-good-bye-to-old-friend.html' title='So Hard To Say Good Bye To An Old Friend..'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-647984362514124082</id><published>2008-07-12T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:55:16.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Fannie Jayne!  My New baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SHjHiwsmwBI/AAAAAAAAACg/6tg4eX15hi8/s1600-h/QuiltsApronsFannieJaneOhMy046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222143167937560594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SHjHiwsmwBI/AAAAAAAAACg/6tg4eX15hi8/s320/QuiltsApronsFannieJaneOhMy046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;........................................................................................Yippee!! Look What I can Do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My New Wheels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;She's a Toyota FJ Cruiser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;( Yes, FJ, Viola' ..Fannie Jayne.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;   I LOVE this New Baby!!! She Drives So Sweet! Comfy.. Automatic Stuff's.. Cruise Control.. CD.. Other Music Capabilities Once I figure it all out..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seats 5 I think.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Back Doors are a Trip.. 'Suicide Doors' &amp;amp; loads of Storage too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So FAR!! I Couldn't Be Happier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SHjIyiyO1NI/AAAAAAAAACo/Eqtyjx5Smqc/s1600-h/QuiltsApronsFannieJaneOhMy045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SHjIyiyO1NI/AAAAAAAAACo/Eqtyjx5Smqc/s1600-h/QuiltsApronsFannieJaneOhMy045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222144538592597202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SHjIyiyO1NI/AAAAAAAAACo/Eqtyjx5Smqc/s320/QuiltsApronsFannieJaneOhMy045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-647984362514124082?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/647984362514124082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=647984362514124082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/647984362514124082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/647984362514124082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2008/07/meet-fannie-jayne-mmy-new-baby.html' title='Meet Fannie Jayne!  My New baby!'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SHjHiwsmwBI/AAAAAAAAACg/6tg4eX15hi8/s72-c/QuiltsApronsFannieJaneOhMy046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-2024296294803260155</id><published>2008-07-05T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:58:41.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny Layne Stretches her Legs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SG-HmGNP5HI/AAAAAAAAACI/ukH07raFGf0/s1600-h/NewJewelBoxesPennyLayne011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219539581716653170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SG-HmGNP5HI/AAAAAAAAACI/ukH07raFGf0/s320/NewJewelBoxesPennyLayne011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.............................................................................................. Well My Sweet Little Pink Toed Tarantual Penny Layne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Has had the Nicest of Molts I'll have you know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She shed her little self all nice &amp;amp; pretty with no complications! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ow she's all Black &amp;amp; Shiny with the Prettiest of Pink Toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She's so funny the way she holds on to her "old self"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As if she wants to remember it a bit longer before she finally decides to let it go or something.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She let me have it though Last nite.. I'll get a picture of her New shimmery self later on.. This one is her a couple of weeks ago.. Pre-Molt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-2024296294803260155?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/2024296294803260155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=2024296294803260155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/2024296294803260155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/2024296294803260155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2008/07/penny-layne-stretches-her-legs.html' title='Penny Layne Stretches her Legs!'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SG-HmGNP5HI/AAAAAAAAACI/ukH07raFGf0/s72-c/NewJewelBoxesPennyLayne011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-5413551561440712980</id><published>2008-07-03T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:53:55.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Life is Long.. Life is Hard.. Doesn't always work out the way we want it to.. or even the way it's supposed to.. Does it..?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem so difficult to get through sometimes I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;Why do the days seem to not go as planned or behave as they should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to split My Blog in two..&lt;br /&gt;This was a suggestion from a very dear Sweet friend..&lt;br /&gt;On a comment that I made..&lt;br /&gt;I'd said that I DO love the Dark Side .. Quite a Bit actually which is what we see reflected here.. My Dee.. My Annie.. &amp;amp; I can talk about My 'T's with out actually Scaring off my Sweet Normal Friends..&lt;br /&gt;I can spill &amp;amp; pour some Sadness of Family things if I want to..&lt;br /&gt;Garden things Too I think..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if It's too Gloom &amp;amp; Doom then my "Guests' can always switch over to the&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nitegardener&lt;/span&gt; lite".. which is where I decided I will be showing off My Creative Side.. THERE I can spread my Prissy Shabby Chic wings.. !&lt;br /&gt;Here I'll keep the web spinning.. with my Darker Side.. you get the Gist of it.. Dark Shadows &amp;amp; all..&lt;br /&gt;So there.. yes.. Must truly be the Gemini in me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-5413551561440712980?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/5413551561440712980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=5413551561440712980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/5413551561440712980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/5413551561440712980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-long.html' title=''/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-1219660568692468306</id><published>2008-05-24T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:12:37.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What Jay Bird Came Home With Today!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well The Hunt For Car Is Over For The Girl Child!! Thank The Gods!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;They headed out after Breakfast this morning..(I had to work yes.. SOOoo unfortunate for Me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was given a Blow by Blow Via Texting through out the day.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was Quik &amp;amp; Pain less &amp;amp; with out too many Signatures they were free to go..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With the most Beautiful of Cars Jay Bird has ever Seen.. Driven.. Ridden in &amp;amp; By Far EVER owned in her lovely , sweet , short precious life thus far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Her Very own Dodge Caliber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Silver!! with Black Interior.. &amp;amp; a blue bit on the instrument panel As well as in the seats.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wasn't with.. so I'm not quite sure How they pull off describing this blue that they have addded in there.. But Jay Bird loves it.. so that's Good enough to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Daddy was proud as a Peacock.. &amp;amp; looked as if he had just given birth by the time they made it home! I'm sure an all day event together was pretty much more then the two of then could really handle on any given day.. But under stress &amp;amp; pressure.. it must have been way to fun &amp;amp; I'm really almost sorry I missed it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Bonding was a HUGE thing for them both though .. &amp;amp; I'm glad they had this opportunity together!! Yes.. going into debt.. what a way to bring two people together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-1219660568692468306?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/1219660568692468306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=1219660568692468306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/1219660568692468306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/1219660568692468306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-what-jay-bird-her-daddy-came-home.html' title='Look What Jay Bird Came Home With Today!!!!'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-8346904236348141605</id><published>2008-05-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:01:53.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Shopping with a Bird &amp; a Bean!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have ONE Day a Week that I can say.. "This IS MY Day!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MY Day to relish what EVER I choose to do! It's Monday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can Sleep in if I want to! OR I can Shop if I want to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OR... what I REALLY Love to do is this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Get up bright &amp;amp; early.. Load up a wee little Change Purse with some cash.. Fix myself a Nice glass of Ice Tea.. Go out to my Truck.. &amp;amp; heading out to a handfull of Thrift Shops &amp;amp; winding up with some LOVELY deals on some little Doilies.. or Linens.. Some Grand old Kitchen Surprises or old Glasses.. Maybe a hot little Apron! Who Knows??? Then heading for lunch at a Quaint little Antique Shop that has Tea &amp;amp; Sandwiches with some friends!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But.. Alas.. No.. My Time seems rarely to be my own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today.. It was spent with looking at Cars with a screeching Jay Bird.. who's current wheels we have been babying along for the past 3 years or more are finally giving out on her.... &amp;amp; the Bean.. Who initially had been forbidden to travel with us by his Sister because.. Well because she just started OUT in a foul mood.. That's Why.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We did see a few promising cars.. But the Attack of the Very Hungery Salesmen was a bit depressing.. So We choose to when at all possible to Stay Inside our car with the doors &amp;amp; windows locked &amp;amp; just slowly cruise the lots.. If something looked promising.. The Bean was elected to make a run for it to the targeted car to check out the year, price &amp;amp; mileage &amp;amp; make it back to our car before being attacked by a Starving Sales Man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aggresive isn't even the word really.. Which is what I tried to Explain to Sales Man Paul as he kept tapping on the car window as we were trying to slowly depart the obstacle path they have so clevery devised in their lots.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's more cult like persuasion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; He Kept saying things through the Window like.. " I can help you here if you'll only let me.. we can make this as painless as possible.." (?) And... "And then you'll be free to go." Really?? oh REALLY.? I stopped then.. &amp;amp; rolled my window down.. had not yet in Paul's parking lot.. but when he said we would be free to go.. Something about this was a bit discomforting to the crazy voices in my head.. I said "Oh REALLY Paul? THEN I would be Free to Go? Are you listening to what you just said to me? Are you saying I WOULD NOT be free to go Otherwise??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yeah.. well Bean Said something Like "Mom.. stay in the Car"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jay Bird just started to laugh.. &amp;amp; Paul took a few steps back from My car that he had come so accostomed to touching now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I just starred at him for a few seconds.. He was quiet for the very first time since our rude introduction to his parking lot.. Bean was quiet.. Jay Bird was laughing.. quietly.. but never the less.. yes.. still laughing.. &amp;amp; I looked at Paul &amp;amp; said "Yes.. I thought so Dear.. wise move.." &amp;amp; we left &amp;amp; went across the street to the next feeding frenzy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yes.. i DO love Car Shopping!! I think I'd rather eat a sponge that sat on my kitchen sink all week long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's rather unfortunate that I had not found a Bridge.. I was so looking forward to jumping off of one by the end of the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Revelation Moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It Does not Matter how old Your Children become.. Stick them in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;car together for several hours &amp;amp; allow them to become tired &amp;amp; hungry.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;amp; they will still fight &amp;amp; behave exactly the way they did when they were Young! EVEN kicking the Seat in front of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AND Throw things at each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yes.. We must do this again very Soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-8346904236348141605?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/8346904236348141605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=8346904236348141605' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/8346904236348141605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/8346904236348141605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2008/05/car-shopping-with-bird-bean.html' title='Car Shopping with a Bird &amp; a Bean!!'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-818560436884641283.post-2020598790302477252</id><published>2008-05-17T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T05:58:04.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For My Very Most Favorite Of Farm Girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &amp;amp; Yes.. you Do all Know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;My Sweetest of Friends who listen to me Ramble..&lt;br /&gt;Vent &amp;amp; Whine, Cry, Piss &amp;amp; Moan &amp;amp; Bitch &amp;amp; Go on so aimlessly at times!&lt;br /&gt;This Blog has GOT to be dedicated to you my Dears!&lt;br /&gt;   For if it weren't for you.. I would not be typing this madness out at all..&lt;br /&gt;You've pushed me here.. So for good or bad.. here I am..&lt;br /&gt;In the Land Of Blog!  Amongst the Rest.. The Very BEST of You!&lt;br /&gt;So you'd better Read &amp;amp; Comment Favorably!&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll just have to wish ill on your tomato plants this season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions &amp;amp; Help is ALWAYS appreciated &amp;amp; will most definatly be required Dear Sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You..&lt;br /&gt;All My Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/818560436884641283-2020598790302477252?l=nitegardener.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/feeds/2020598790302477252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=818560436884641283&amp;postID=2020598790302477252' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/2020598790302477252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/818560436884641283/posts/default/2020598790302477252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitegardener.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-my-girls.html' title='For My Girls!'/><author><name>nitegardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024583814266328882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggjfoKR00bY/SNW726kyz5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aFDn-NMgIWQ/S220/mac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
