<?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-4242774845241380854</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:17:36.259-07:00</updated><category term='sculpture'/><category term='proper grammar'/><category term='children'/><category term='shave ice'/><category term='Oahu'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='beach'/><category term='joys of parenting'/><category term='garden'/><category term='camping'/><category term='Closet addition'/><category term='fall vignettes'/><category term='fun things I&apos;ve done.'/><category term='Waikiki'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='organizing'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='sunsets'/><category term='dialect'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='garden boxes'/><category term='slang'/><category term='wax melters'/><category term='spring'/><category term='sleep deprived ramblings..'/><category term='antique window'/><title type='text'>Life's simple pleasures</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts 
about the simple
 pleasures of 
daily life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-8363197166521305329</id><published>2012-01-06T18:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:04:22.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Closet addition'/><title type='text'>Excuses for Blog neglect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     Wow! Was 2011 a busy year, or what? I committed severe blog neglect, I totally put a lot of my projects on hold, and just blocked it all out, and said "nah,nah,nah, I can't see you", to all my messes! BUT. I will do better this year. I hope. That said, The biggest thing this year that kept me sidetracked, was my son's wedding. (just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; sidetracked, ha, ha.)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfBd23DkgcM/TwehwEnQ11I/AAAAAAAABDA/XuHdWZYgYV8/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfBd23DkgcM/TwehwEnQ11I/AAAAAAAABDA/XuHdWZYgYV8/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" com="" img="" a="" href="http://www.AshleyLowderPhotography.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; It was such a fun, beautiful day. I love having another daughter! The setting was beautiful, the Photographer was awesome ( Thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.AshleyLowderPhotography.com"&gt;Ashley Lowder&lt;/a&gt;) and of course, the bride was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the other things that kept me sidetracked, included our anniversary trip to Hawaii, planning and attending my parent's 50th wedding anniversary open house, and building a closet in the living room! (not in that order, just pretty much all at the same time ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our front room is a funny shape with an area of wasted space by the front door. I used to have the desk there, and complained regularly about everyone seeing the piled up desk mess when they came in. Since there were only 2 closets in the house when we started out, we decided another closet would be a welcome bonus! So here is what we did. (By "we" I mean farm boy doing the labor, and "me" helping. (ie: making suggestions, holding things, fetching tools, encouraging, nagging, cleaning up etc)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v11_Jsq8bNA/TwenB0I4yKI/AAAAAAAABDM/hojnV8mu6FM/s1600/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v11_Jsq8bNA/TwenB0I4yKI/AAAAAAAABDM/hojnV8mu6FM/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694703903450908834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, we pulled up the laminate flooring, and then farm boy moved the ceiling fixture over, (see the hole in the ceiling?) then framed up the walls of the closet. The heat vent was re-routed, and electrical and cable connections were put in.&lt;br /&gt;Then the walls were sheet-rocked, shelves and hanging rods installed, the laminate laid back down, the box for the TV connections put in, and then it was painted inside and out. The baseboards and trim were replaced, and the door hung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U3vkTt4PkQ/Twerjg4xkpI/AAAAAAAABDk/-CwzzX-kjmk/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moRT-32o2VY/TwerjDFTUfI/AAAAAAAABDY/Xtor4tywdkA/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moRT-32o2VY/TwerjDFTUfI/AAAAAAAABDY/Xtor4tywdkA/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694708872444596722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, wallah! a closet, and space to mount the TV to the wall!&lt;br /&gt;Farm boy wanted to add some color, so he chose a red to add to the accent wall. I really didn't like the color, so I deepened the color with some black glaze. Now the color looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moRT-32o2VY/TwerjDFTUfI/AAAAAAAABDY/Xtor4tywdkA/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The wires hanging from the TV were a temporary thing, Farm boy hadn't quite finished all the connections when I snapped the picture) I love the closet! it is really huge. And, an added bonus, that area was always freezing cold, so the closet helps insulate the front room. Of course, you could store food in the closet in the winter, and it would keep it perfectly fresh! Just kidding about the food, but I sometimes put my coat on the heat vent before I put it on!&lt;br /&gt;Farm boy does such a great job with my honey do projects! I wish I could have the unlimited funds to go along with my list! My next project is to remodel the (yes the only) bathroom. Unfortunately, that will have to wait until we can afford to get it all completed at once, since one. bathroom. is. all. there. is.... at least we can use the trailer bathroom while we remodel the bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v11_Jsq8bNA/TwenB0I4yKI/AAAAAAAABDM/hojnV8mu6FM/s1600/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-8363197166521305329?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/8363197166521305329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=8363197166521305329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/8363197166521305329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/8363197166521305329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2012/01/excuses-for-blog-neglect.html' title='Excuses for Blog neglect...'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfBd23DkgcM/TwehwEnQ11I/AAAAAAAABDA/XuHdWZYgYV8/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-8385168041777384410</id><published>2011-08-21T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:38:24.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;1. Camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stars so close you can almost reach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pine-scented breezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Campfires (with or without s'mores)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Raspberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Corn on the cob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dutch oven cheesy potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Mountain meadows patchworked with flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Seeing deer grazing, elk herds napping, potguts chirping, and hawks soaring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Burbling brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're lucky enough to be in the mountains, you're lucky enough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-8385168041777384410?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/8385168041777384410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=8385168041777384410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/8385168041777384410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/8385168041777384410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2011/08/simple-pleasures2.html' title='Simple Pleasures.2'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-2035856614040362681</id><published>2011-03-07T20:14:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:02:30.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunsets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oahu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waikiki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shave ice'/><title type='text'>Got Beach Fever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since February (in Utah) is a TOTAL cosmic mistake on the calendar (other than my daughter's birthday) I have found the perfect thing to do during February! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has to do with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvwAs1bY2nc/TXWgV-hMAlI/AAAAAAAABA0/94N_yeMKu28/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 436px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581543612615492178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvwAs1bY2nc/TXWgV-hMAlI/AAAAAAAABA0/94N_yeMKu28/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lots of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUod3N_AECg/TXWhCcdGHpI/AAAAAAAABA8/9jVorcCtZM8/s1600/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581544376565636754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUod3N_AECg/TXWhCcdGHpI/AAAAAAAABA8/9jVorcCtZM8/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And quite a bit of this..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581551194126681378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UFDzz0xpVM/TXWnPR2UBSI/AAAAAAAABBc/oSlrDMIEg3s/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And who can forget this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 7px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 3px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581546599286954082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--65P10KcIYM/TXWjD0vJ2GI/AAAAAAAABBM/XRqH-jeAU2I/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549877794283378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-NEFc1gd-E/TXWmCqINn3I/AAAAAAAABBU/yJiNisWZXKs/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am totally thinking this should be an annual February thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581546599286954082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--65P10KcIYM/TXWjD0vJ2GI/AAAAAAAABBM/XRqH-jeAU2I/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-2035856614040362681?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/2035856614040362681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=2035856614040362681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/2035856614040362681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/2035856614040362681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2011/03/got-beach-fever.html' title='Got Beach Fever?'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvwAs1bY2nc/TXWgV-hMAlI/AAAAAAAABA0/94N_yeMKu28/s72-c/IMG_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-5822807483510845662</id><published>2011-01-09T22:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:59:42.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antique window'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! have the months flown by or what? Talk about blog neglect! Good thing I am my only reader! I can't believe it's a new year already. Wasn't it just summer? I haven't even cleaned up the trailer from Farmboy's last hunting expedition! (But don't tell anyone ok?) Well, a new year has begun, and I have lots of fun projects planned, but actually doing them may not happen. A long, long, time ago, I wrote about a project I was going to do with the old window from the front of our house. It was one of those great ideas that take forever to get around to. Plus the spot I was going to put it needed to be used for something else, and on and on. Anyhow, I finally got it finished. What do you think?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/TSqdyKif6dI/AAAAAAAABAo/cqPgz-eujls/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560430175090371026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/TSqdyKif6dI/AAAAAAAABAo/cqPgz-eujls/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hard to tell, but there is a little bird on one of the branches, At Christmas I put a little cardinal on the branch. I would like a saying also, but haven't come up with what I want yet. So it's still a work in progress. Hopefully this year we can get some crown molding up in this room. We have a big project planned, that will eventually include a fireplace.. I can't wait! I'm willing to live with the mess just to have a cozy spot in front of the fire. Sometimes winter is just too long! My plan is to do better this year with the blog, and try to get some projects in also! Have a great New Year, and decorate something!&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/4242774845241380854-5822807483510845662?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/5822807483510845662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=5822807483510845662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/5822807483510845662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/5822807483510845662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow-have-months-flown-by-or-what-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/TSqdyKif6dI/AAAAAAAABAo/cqPgz-eujls/s72-c/IMG_0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-6665043699463789727</id><published>2010-07-14T22:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:26:57.529-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>All she wants to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/TD6OYvqecTI/AAAAAAAAA3U/IE57SlaeeEI/s1600/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/TD6OYvqecTI/AAAAAAAAA3U/IE57SlaeeEI/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493985151201210674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really neglected this blog, it's more like a "blob"! It seems like my life has spiraled into a raging tornado. When summer arrives I go into "camping mode" all I wanna do is camp, camp, camp. (reminds me of  some lyrics...) Unfortunately, I must work, weed, work, supervise the watering and mowing (j/k)  work, (not kidding), do laundry, work,.... anyways the list goes on. Even though getting ready to camp takes effort, the end result is so worth it! At one of our camp outs, these little butterflies were soaking up the sun. There were hundreds of them, and when their wings were open, they looked like little blue flowers. (as soon as I would get close they would all take flight, so it was hard to get a pic) The creek was chattering nearby, the breeze was scented with pine, the foil dinners cooked in the campfire tasted heavenly, and  the view from that great 4-wheeler trail was spectacular!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/TD6Rj5EXlII/AAAAAAAAA3c/maJhRka6uBQ/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/TD6Rj5EXlII/AAAAAAAAA3c/maJhRka6uBQ/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493988641239176322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weekend we were joined by our son and his friend (also considered a son), and  Farmboy's sis and her family. The boys got up early to fish, and all had their limit within a few moments. Later, we went for a ride, and saw dozens of deer and an entire herd of elk. We made dutch oven cherry chocolate cake, um, yum!,  so delicious, and just enjoyed one another's company. I can't wait to go again! I am so enjoying our little trailer! Camping is elevated when you have a comfy bed and a shower. Oh, and lights, toilet, fridge, popsicles,  warm water, screens, and did I mention showers, toilets, and a comfy bed? I love to camp! (especially in the trailer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to go visit my Grandfather, and my kids were able to come also. My son brought his fiance to meet  great-grandpa too. What a fun trip. We haven't all gone on a trip together since we moved to Cache Valley. (7 years ago. Really? has it been that long?...) It had been that long since my son had been to see his great-grandpa too. Grandpa lives in Reno, and will be 92 in August.  We carved out some time to go to Lake Tahoe, and yes, the water is still cold. (in case you were wondering about the whole "global warming" thing.. not affecting the lake, yet!) Whenever I think about Lake Tahoe, I always think of the first time I saw Bear Lake. You drive through a beautiful canyon, with pine trees all&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/TD6VfFac18I/AAAAAAAAA3k/WPA7uuYz9O8/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/TD6VfFac18I/AAAAAAAAA3k/WPA7uuYz9O8/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493992956700186562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; around, the scenery is beautiful, you come to the crest of the hill, and you can see the lake, and WHAM! all the trees disappear! I have always thought that Bear Lake was mis-spelled... it should be "Bare Lake", especially if you grew up going to Tahoe!! (If you have never seen Lake Tahoe, the pines are right to the beach, so you can imagine my shock at seeing a totally bare lake!) Don't get me wrong, Bear Lake is great, I was just really shocked the first time I saw it! Well, I have about rambled myself out, time for bed! (gotta rest up for more camping!!) TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-6665043699463789727?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/6665043699463789727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=6665043699463789727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6665043699463789727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6665043699463789727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-she-wants-to-do.html' title='All she wants to do...'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/TD6OYvqecTI/AAAAAAAAA3U/IE57SlaeeEI/s72-c/IMG_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-505607251237885606</id><published>2010-04-30T15:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:08:51.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature is at it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Spring has sprung...a leak! Our weather is so amazing. We lost another tree in the other night's storm, We have actually &lt;s&gt;whined&lt;/s&gt; spoken to the city about these trees because they are "mostly dead". The city claims that it is UDOT's problem, because they are on the highway side. This is what they looked like after the wind.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466046611320700450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/S9tMbsF_fiI/AAAAAAAAA2g/iN6dN2stVRI/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466046930735237714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/S9tMuSAWilI/AAAAAAAAA2o/CZ0bWLZlV3g/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The branches came down right on the highway! Cars stopped every which way, and several people pulled the branches out of the road. Luckily nothing was damaged. An officer came by, and called for a front loader to come push them out of the road, and that is how they ended up on the lawn. I spoke to the city about removing the rest of the tree, and they said to call UDOT. Udot told me that the trees were planted by the city as part of the "City beautification project" (did they have those a hundred years ago?, just askin'???) and that anything behind the curb and gutter (what's that?) was the city's problem. I told him that the city already told me that they didn't own anything big enough to remove the tree, but basically I guess it's MY Problem! The city did come and pick up the branches this morning which I am grateful for. But I wonder what to do with a hulking "mostly dead" tree in my yard. Not very attractive yard art! I wonder if I were to hang something offensive all over it how long before the city removed it? Any Ideas??? suggestions for offensiveness?? (The mostly dead one is on the left).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466050156642723234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/S9tPqDcoZaI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Tv8LgQOKF5o/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am just glad that farm boy finally got the rest of the tree that came down last summer cut down. It would have come right through the house during this last storm, it was leaning towards the house and that was the direction of the wind! What a blessing! The yard sure will be different this summer, Only 1 tree left to shade the back yard, and it doesn't do a very good job. I miss those big trees. Oh well, we planted a few new trees, so in 20 years we will have shade again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My nest un-emptied. I no longer have an office and the "piled with junk" desk is back in the front room. Dang! But I love having my kids around, and will put up with the desk stuff in the meantime... It won't be too long before I have an office again, on the other hand, a guest room would be nice too! I guess the main thing about life is that it changes! Trees fall down, kids move in and out, neighbors and ward boundaries move here and there, change happens, whether we like it or not. Change keeps life interesting, that is for sure. Enjoy the changes in your world! TTFN!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-505607251237885606?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/505607251237885606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=505607251237885606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/505607251237885606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/505607251237885606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2010/04/mother-nature-is-at-it-again.html' title='Mother Nature is at it again!'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/S9tMbsF_fiI/AAAAAAAAA2g/iN6dN2stVRI/s72-c/IMG_0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-356858983427231434</id><published>2010-03-19T21:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:12:09.811-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><title type='text'>Empty Nestin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, all the birdies have flown the coop.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that means when I'm not weeping at the emptiness, I have another room to re-decorate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have very much disliked having our desk in the living room. The only place for it was right as you walked in the front door, and since I am likely to pile the mail, ads, coupons, junk, stuff, things, you name it, on any empty, flat surface, &lt;em&gt;(try not to look so shocked!)&lt;/em&gt; I was usually reluctant to answer the front door. Luckily, ( &lt;em&gt;typed with sarcasm&lt;/em&gt;) most people come to the back door at our house, and so they get to be greeted by all the miscellaneous junk that gets piled up in my laundry room!! (&lt;em&gt;back door guests are best?)&lt;/em&gt; so either way, my guest's are &lt;em&gt;amazed&lt;/em&gt; by my piling skills! But not any more! I may have to put a sign on the back door to please use the front door, because the desk is gone! Hooray! I have big plans for the former desk area, involving an old window, but you'll just have to wait, cuz today it's all about the office. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450559549461341746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/S6RHCCzBpjI/AAAAAAAAA04/Irrz0TqagQQ/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the desk is how I dream it should be, cleared of junk, waiting for me to peruse blogland, dream up ideas, and deal with necessary evils, like bills. Unfortunately, it will probably not look like this long, but all the bliss going on in here now may inspire me to change my ways. (&lt;em&gt;one can dream, can't she?)&lt;/em&gt; The room has wonderful tall windows that let in lotsa light, and a windowseat for curling up on. It is still in progress, I am looking for a cushion for the windowseat, I priced a piece of foam, and decided I would rather spend hundreds of dollars on other things than foam. Anyone have any suggestions? The seat is 69" long and about 2 feet deep. I want to find some cute brown and blue fabric to cover it with also. The search is on! Wish me luck. I will post updates as they come along. Ta for now, gotta dream up more ideas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-356858983427231434?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/356858983427231434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=356858983427231434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/356858983427231434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/356858983427231434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2010/03/empty-nestin.html' title='Empty Nestin&apos;'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/S6RHCCzBpjI/AAAAAAAAA04/Irrz0TqagQQ/s72-c/IMG_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-6368317144770034776</id><published>2010-02-02T11:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:13:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree-house bed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/S2h1GxfruSI/AAAAAAAAAzc/B3y8iDAvpV8/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433721709648394530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/S2h1GxfruSI/AAAAAAAAAzc/B3y8iDAvpV8/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally broke down and bought a new mattress. We last bought a mattress when Nalyn was born, she will be 20 this month..(note to self; next time, don't wait so long!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My question is , what is with the mattress makers these days? This mattress is 14 inches thick! How am I supposed to make the bed? Better yet, climb in? Since we went to a King, Farm boy had to make us a new frame and headboard. It is a work in progress (the man cave is coming along, but baby, it's cold outside) This frame will eventually have drawers underneath to store clothes,  It also has little cubbies in the side of the headboard to store things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433723421003952466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/S2h2qYypMVI/AAAAAAAAAzk/OzS17kvpSBA/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am loving it, but farm boy is going to have to make me a step-stool to get in! He jokingly refers to it as the tree-house bed. It is a good thing we didn't need a box spring! I would need an elevator! And please tell me where you get blankets and sheets that fit! so much for tucking them in. I hate it when the bottom of the bed comes untucked. curses! cold tootsies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4242774845241380854-6368317144770034776?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/6368317144770034776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=6368317144770034776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6368317144770034776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6368317144770034776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2010/02/tree-house-bed.html' title='Tree-house bed?'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/S2h1GxfruSI/AAAAAAAAAzc/B3y8iDAvpV8/s72-c/IMG_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-3406715642826126434</id><published>2009-12-27T13:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:46:24.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Blessings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SzfAIC9jPEI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bfk9kco5-JU/s1600-h/100_2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420011921030200386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SzfAIC9jPEI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bfk9kco5-JU/s320/100_2598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's hoping everyone had a special holiday season. I have struggled with not having my kids here this year for Christmas eve, and Nalyn was not here at all. She had the opportunity to return to Germany to visit a friend, and I am excited for her! So many of our beloved Christmas traditions come from Germany- The tree, The lights, the Advent calendar, and my favorite hymn,"Silent Night". I told her to take lots of pictures, and make sure to capture some of the other traditions there! This year has been different in other ways also. I traditionally put up the tree and get out all the holiday decorations the day after Thanksgiving. This year, the Friday before Thanksgiving I had to have gall bladder surgery. I wasn't able to lift anything, and just didn't have the oomph it takes to get it all done. I was surprised at how little energy I had- I felt fine, but the energy levels were lacking. So I went with the frugal look. It was different not having all my favorite decorations out! But putting it all away should be a cinch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The frost was very thick this morning. I took some pictures of the decorations on my porch all covered in frost. Unfortunately the pictures are a little dark, right now it looks like it is snowing, all the frost is falling off the trees. Even the kitty's whiskers had frost on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420016930795268850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SzfErpynqvI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-YXEc62Zbrs/s320/100_2593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The picture is very dark, but you can kind of see the white spot of frost just below her nose!&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful for family and friends. I am grateful for the friends who brought dinners to myself and my family after my surgery, I am grateful for the neighbors and visiting teachers who brought Christmas treats, I am grateful for our Savior, who loved us enough to die for us and make it possible to return to live with Him again. My Christmas wish is for all to find the happiness you seek in the upcoming year. Have a Blessed New Year!&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/4242774845241380854-3406715642826126434?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/3406715642826126434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=3406715642826126434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/3406715642826126434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/3406715642826126434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-blessings.html' title='Christmas Blessings.'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SzfAIC9jPEI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bfk9kco5-JU/s72-c/100_2598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-3536504652356400840</id><published>2009-10-25T20:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:15:50.577-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall vignettes'/><title type='text'>Happy Fall Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SuUTZJ_tfUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ddTvx5xYkkM/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396741051374206274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SuUTZJ_tfUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ddTvx5xYkkM/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was sitting at the computer, doing my usual "stalking" of blogs, and saw a cute idea. A blog I like was having a "vignette weekend" The idea being you take pics of your cute displays and link them to that blog. Well, I don't know how to link, but I thought I would take some pics of some of my favorite fall displays around the house! The top one is beside my front door, it still needs a little tweaking...Enjoy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396735488352168850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SuUOVWH5q5I/AAAAAAAAAv0/BitjTvfcf9M/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I thought it would be cute to make a witchy display, her dish is full of frogs, the jar with the crow on it has eyeball gum and skeleton hands, and the other jars are full of "potions." My aunt made the cute witch for me when I was in High School- (it's almost an antique). Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396736544742342082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SuUPS1e8fcI/AAAAAAAAAv8/QyPJn6aGdR8/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my "chicken" chandelier all decked out for fall. White pumpkins instead of chickens. I have been trying to come up with something to put there for Christmas, any ideas???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737439032120866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SuUQG4-PliI/AAAAAAAAAwE/iEML_3ao5RI/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the windowsill behind my kitchen sink, it looks into the laundry room (whatta view!) so ignore the stuff in the background. I do like these baby white pumpkins, too cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396738149642835970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SuUQwQNCmAI/AAAAAAAAAwM/DNtDqLhDwUs/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is kinda dark, sorry. (When I had the light on in the display shelf then the flash wouldn't work) I love cloches and cute jars. The balls under the cloche are freeze-dried fall leaves glued to a styrofoam ball, very easy project and very cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What vignettes do you have for fall?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-3536504652356400840?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/3536504652356400840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=3536504652356400840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/3536504652356400840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/3536504652356400840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-fall-yall.html' title='Happy Fall Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SuUTZJ_tfUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ddTvx5xYkkM/s72-c/IMG_0226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-1787026937725476714</id><published>2009-10-15T21:31:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:33:12.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393038244101666226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/StfrtZ_GtbI/AAAAAAAAAts/ti_HVbCQiDY/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a picture of our little farmhouse in 2003 when we bought it. It had a gorgeous leaded glass window in the front and cute little arched windows in the enclosed front porch. Notice the eye-grabbing color on the trim...yawn. I have posted pictures of the porch makeover, but now it is time for the reveal! drumroll please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393039649182435618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Stfs_MUdySI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZS_HxjD3abs/s200/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I know, the ladder shouldn't be in the picture, but it's a work in progress dahling, I looove the black trim, It really pops, (and it makes the cute fall decorations stand out) Someday, we will put in new stairs and get rid of the red (why, red??) and beef up the posts. Wanna see some more before and afters? Hang on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393052866489161266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Stf5Ain9FjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Uj8oC_26aaI/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the kitchen. The stove you can see the edge of is the "summer" stove. The original wood and coal stove sits just behind it on the other side of the 1/2 wall. The wall next to the window is hiding the stairway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the wood and coal stove. Can you imagine cooking all your meals on this???&lt;/span&gt; Me neither! Notice the window in the background..It juts right up against the wall, and the stove pipe? Yep! it leads right up the chimney &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393050453727175330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Stf20GYq4qI/AAAAAAAAAuM/4yi9w_Fe35M/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is the stairwell after: See the beautiful banister, the wood floors, and the lovely light streaming through the window???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Stf4C8qp3HI/AAAAAAAAAuU/9rWtpG9LbvI/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393051808327916658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Stf4C8qp3HI/AAAAAAAAAuU/9rWtpG9LbvI/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the same view after as above:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Stf7XSaaS4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZReM9cfrScU/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393055456297634690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Stf7XSaaS4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZReM9cfrScU/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only no wood and coal stove! We put in a new window, centered it on the wall, moved some cabinets from an opposite wall, tore out the half wall and the chimney, and basically made it awesome! I Love, Love, Love, my new kitchen (and we did it on a very limited budget)&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/4242774845241380854-1787026937725476714?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/1787026937725476714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=1787026937725476714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/1787026937725476714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/1787026937725476714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-picture-of-our-little-farmhouse.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/StfrtZ_GtbI/AAAAAAAAAts/ti_HVbCQiDY/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-8164461217138209166</id><published>2009-10-05T19:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:00:50.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Caves and other dreams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SsqgGl0hjeI/AAAAAAAAAtM/yspH4FEvmqE/s1600-h/100_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389295939194293730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SsqgGl0hjeI/AAAAAAAAAtM/yspH4FEvmqE/s200/100_2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we bought this suburban farm, we had grand plans of making the outbuildings into "useful" buildings. Of course, I wanted the house done first, and those out buildings have been put on the back burner. Early this spring, my parents and nephews helped me get a ton of old hay out of the barn. Literally a ton! Or possibly two! We filled this huge dumpster to the top. using  pitchforks. With loose. As in not baled. Dusty. 100 year old hay. Whew! The reason for the hay removal project was to surprise Farmboy, so that he could use that section of barn for a work shop (aka "man cave"). As you know, if you've read much of my blog, farmboy does lots of projects, but never seems to get to any of the he- man type projects (well maybe a little hunting), But. He finally got started on his man cave!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SsqbqzfjTsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9Btv1EBQO5E/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389291063781576386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SsqbqzfjTsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9Btv1EBQO5E/s200/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the framing for the floor, those big beams underneath are the ceiling supports for an old root cellar (why was there a root cellar in the barn? We have no clue!  Maybe it's one of those don't ask, don't tell kinda things, a hidden whiskey cellar, or maybe to hide an extra wife or two?) He has the floor in, some walls up, and a stairway to the loft, and has started on some workbenches. He has grand plans, and it will be a great work space when it is done. For all of our many projects, he has had to drag his tools out to the driveway,and build everything there, and then drag all the tools back to the shed. but now, when we need to build something, (and we always need to build something) he will have a great workspace! The honey-do list is growing..I have some grand plans myself! (just don't be puttin' in your orders yet, MY list is first!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-8164461217138209166?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/8164461217138209166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=8164461217138209166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/8164461217138209166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/8164461217138209166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-caves-and-other-dreams.html' title='Man Caves and other dreams..'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SsqgGl0hjeI/AAAAAAAAAtM/yspH4FEvmqE/s72-c/100_2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-683141797782955079</id><published>2009-09-11T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:53:44.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am wearing out. It seems that every great project, just creates huge messes that someone has to clean up! (scrunching eyes, crossing fingers and toes, hoping, wishing, for a magic wand or a good fairy who loves to clean!) I know, anything worth having is worth working for, but I am tired of messes. And projects. Yet, I want the house finished, so I guess it's time to rest up and  then buck up and get busy.&lt;br /&gt; Lately, I have had the urge to re-arrange. Organize. Get rid of junk. However, my creative juices seem to have gone into hibernation. I need someone to give me some ideas, heck, I just need a friend! I would love to change the computer/ desk area in the living room, but the ideas just aren't there. I want it to be uncluttered, and cute, but I have a tendency to pile things. A tendency to just set it here for now, and when I come back the pile has doubled. I also have a tendency to think I need to save everything. I KNOW I don't need that bill stub, that flyer, and I will forget to use those coupons, but I save them anyway. I do the same thing with craft items, fabric. beads. scrapbook paper. stamps. And let's don't even get started on books!&lt;br /&gt; I was cleaning the basement tonight, and it made me feel sorry for chimney sweeps! When farmboy was doing the roof, and took out the crumbling chimney that had the furnace stack running up it, he didn't realize that taking apart the top part, was causing soot to  fill the basement. There was a layer of black soot on everything down there. I looked like a street urcin by the time I was through, and it doesn't wash off easily, my skin is scrubbed raw! I want to get to the point that anything stored down there in the dungeon, is in a cupboard or a drawer, or an airtight container. (of course getting anything down the stairs is a risk to life and limb, so honestly, I would prefer to have nothing stored down there!)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the gripe session, but I feel like I'm talking to someone who can relate, even if they don't answer back. Best wishes to you and your projects! (come on creativity, I know you're there!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-683141797782955079?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/683141797782955079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=683141797782955079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/683141797782955079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/683141797782955079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-i-am-wearing-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-7616264685233466998</id><published>2009-07-17T12:54:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:48:57.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Bounty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDQErIEAaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/iw8Cs26Ma78/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359512335285485986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDQErIEAaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/iw8Cs26Ma78/s200/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, the garden is popping up all over! All that rain in May and June made things grow like gangbusters! Here is a picture of the garden with the boxes and the trellis. Look how tall the corn is already! and get a load of the squash plant! (if you find spaghetti squash on your doorstep- it wasn't from me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDObnNzy5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/-u_0DNRNZpQ/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359510530349583250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDObnNzy5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/-u_0DNRNZpQ/s200/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farm boy has completed the porch and roof on the porch side of the house, He will finish the rest next spring (what a huge job.) I love the new porch. I think it makes the house look great, like it has always been there! I was amazed how people would stop to chat while we were in the construction stage- lots of great comments. Feel free to stop by and chat even if we're not out working. ( ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how tall the raspberries are this year! They are taller than me! (though that's not saying much) They are just beginning to ripen, and I can't wait to stuff my face!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDL0fFwtCI/AAAAAAAAAqI/_9isKZX71YM/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359507659130188834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDL0fFwtCI/AAAAAAAAAqI/_9isKZX71YM/s200/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raspberries on my cereal, on my ice cream, in cobbler, warm off the vine, any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' way, just let me at 'em!! I just have to beat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Farm boy&lt;/span&gt; to the patch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDMuEJD0KI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sOF7E8_3zr0/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359508648328679586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDMuEJD0KI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sOF7E8_3zr0/s200/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they just look so tasty? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Farm boy&lt;/span&gt; started cleaning out the inside of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grainary&lt;/span&gt;, (mainly so he could store the shingles in it) so soon I will have a cute garden shed. The sunflowers and hollyhocks I planted are popping up well, too, I am excited to see them bloom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359510977502312802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDO1o_U-WI/AAAAAAAAAqg/3c0TcQG6iGc/s200/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if there was just some grass, instead of weeds-soon! We have plans to rent a sod cutter and make a flower bed in front of the porch and on the south side of the yard, so the grass we remove will come over around the garden and shed. Good news for my poor bare feet! I am always pulling stickers out of them. A few last pictures of the house and my other flower bed! (oops the roof jacks are still up there!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDUOx97CRI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0kp3GcngkHM/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359516906967206162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDUOx97CRI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0kp3GcngkHM/s200/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359517280065276418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDUkf3bygI/AAAAAAAAAq4/o3oYIO1KVk8/s200/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-7616264685233466998?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/7616264685233466998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=7616264685233466998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/7616264685233466998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/7616264685233466998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/07/garden-bounty.html' title='Garden Bounty'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SmDQErIEAaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/iw8Cs26Ma78/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-7679730056649309554</id><published>2009-07-01T21:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:33:18.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme porch makover continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Skw0a9zTz7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/4IyCRQ7XE4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353711694907690930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Skw0a9zTz7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/4IyCRQ7XE4Y/s200/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The roof is coming along,but the weather has not been very cooperative. Thanks for all your help Mother Nature! (not) These photos were taken June 27, As of today, there is only the section over the kitchen left to be shingled (at least for this year) I have not been very patient, I want to decorate the porch! It drives me crazy for it not to be finished, but Farmboy is slaving as quick as he can (go farmboy!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353712053859235794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Skw0v3ABt9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/E25Q7e0aHsI/s200/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planted my baby buggy, and think it looks very cute this year! I am not sure how well it will do now that the porch gets even less sun, but we will see. I also found a fun metal art design to hang on the wall in the "sitting area". See, I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353715023519328290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Skw3ct2KqCI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kfAG4PHA5Kk/s200/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353714108954916130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Skw2ne1BNSI/AAAAAAAAAog/lfL5Ub-i6bU/s200/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-7679730056649309554?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/7679730056649309554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=7679730056649309554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/7679730056649309554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/7679730056649309554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/07/extreme-porch-makover-continues.html' title='Extreme porch makover continues...'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/Skw0a9zTz7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/4IyCRQ7XE4Y/s72-c/IMG_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-5793465591040814619</id><published>2009-06-06T13:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:01:05.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature's yard makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SirI9JTx1dI/AAAAAAAAAnw/qAxqXyHkPtc/s1600-h/100_2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344304860624967122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SirI9JTx1dI/AAAAAAAAAnw/qAxqXyHkPtc/s200/100_2563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the rain and wind Tuesday conspired to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt; a new form of landscaping in the yard! I personally prefer my trees upright, not horizontal. Unfortunately our power line came down with the tree. I am extremely grateful it was just the power line and not the house. The only other damage was one small branch off of the pear tree. This tree gave us the best shade in the back yard, too bad,  the rest can't be saved, and will have to come down. I am very paranoid, because the remaining sections of the tree lean toward the house. Pray for no wind!! Free Firewood, cut it yourself!! Thanks Matt, for saving us from being powerless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-5793465591040814619?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/5793465591040814619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=5793465591040814619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/5793465591040814619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/5793465591040814619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/06/mother-natures-yard-makeover.html' title='Mother Nature&apos;s yard makeover'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SirI9JTx1dI/AAAAAAAAAnw/qAxqXyHkPtc/s72-c/100_2563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-9175359941272925947</id><published>2009-05-30T16:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:53:12.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more porch makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SiGz9jBiaqI/AAAAAAAAAmw/BUfZdbM3yKQ/s1600-h/100_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341748502993201826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SiGz9jBiaqI/AAAAAAAAAmw/BUfZdbM3yKQ/s200/100_2556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Farmboy has been working hard and this section of the roof is getting new shingles. What a huge job! There are 4 layers of shingles on the roof, 2 layers of cedar shakes and 2 layers of asphalt shingles. Farmboy said that getting them off is difficult- the nails on the last layer are 3 inches long!&lt;br /&gt;Along with doing the roof, Farmboy has gotten the garden going, kept the grass mowed, and watered (he won't let me cut the grass, I did offer) and helps me with my various "projects." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have wanted to plant a flowering vine to grow up the old chicken coop, and thought this old support from the old back porch would work great. The clematis seems to love it, It has grown about a foot in the last few weeks. I think the post looks really cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341750413217760610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SiG1svKkBWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3sxiQn39ZQs/s200/100_2561.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have been cleaning up around the old grainery. (sp?) I planted hollyhocks and sunflowers next to the wall, and am hanging up all the old tools I find on the walls also. I also used the other porch support on the grainery for a honeysuckle vine. (The grainery is the building in the background of the garden pictures in a previous post)Eventually I want to clean it all out and make it into a potting shed. I figure we have all these old buildings, we may as well use them! When it is all in bloom I will post another picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-9175359941272925947?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/9175359941272925947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=9175359941272925947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/9175359941272925947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/9175359941272925947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-porch-makeover.html' title='more porch makeover'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SiGz9jBiaqI/AAAAAAAAAmw/BUfZdbM3yKQ/s72-c/100_2556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-6165107967205078162</id><published>2009-05-17T16:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:30:06.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Porch Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336931414336948610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/ShCW2FYtSYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Hb2ZajWEHWI/s200/100_2544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what the house looks like with the old front porch torn off. Pretty scary huh? You can see where they enclosed a window. I would like to add a window back in- I love the light. When I walk into the front room I keep thinking the front door is open, because it is so much brighter! We poured the foundation for the porch about 4 years ago, and have just been waiting until we could do the roof and the porch.. The wait is over! Jim started framing up the porch last week&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/ShCYSj3r1GI/AAAAAAAAAmI/KFpfljVOg9o/s1600-h/100_2548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336933003067905122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/ShCYSj3r1GI/AAAAAAAAAmI/KFpfljVOg9o/s200/100_2548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Our neighbor Brad helped get it level, and work out the funny angles- Thanks, Brad!. Here is what it looks like now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found a picture of the house when it was built in 1904, and it had a small front porch. It isn't a great copy, but look close..I like the fancy trim work and the little pointy things on the peaks of the roof.  I think it would be fun to reproduce  the eave and roof things. (what are the roof things?) This picture came from the history of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Smithfield&lt;/span&gt; book. We are going to wrap the porch clear around to the back door. See how the roof is flat by the chimney? anyone have any ideas how/ what, we could do there to make it not be flat?? That is the spot where the roof leaks. I wanted a cupola with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weather vane&lt;/span&gt;, but that may look funny... Any way, I am excited to see it done, I think it will make the house look really cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336935723246163346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/ShCaw5UuFZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bID5QGZCvjw/s200/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-6165107967205078162?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/6165107967205078162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=6165107967205078162&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6165107967205078162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6165107967205078162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/05/extreme-porch-makeover.html' title='Extreme Porch Makeover'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/ShCW2FYtSYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Hb2ZajWEHWI/s72-c/100_2544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-8529695422735833579</id><published>2009-05-02T15:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:39:15.475-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden boxes'/><title type='text'>What the rain interrupted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SfzCGR68xnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WV0ddamN1GI/s1600-h/100_2539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331349472045483634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SfzCGR68xnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WV0ddamN1GI/s200/100_2539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, not footings for a new house, or a swimming pool, but one of my yard wishes ..flower boxes and a trellis! The boxes will "define" the area for the garden, keeping the zucchini contained (ha, ha, is zucchini a perennial?) and keeping the grass on the other side of the barrier, (dream) and still allowing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;farmboy&lt;/span&gt;" to run the tiller through.The trellis will be between the two boxes creating an entry. I've decided that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;farmboy&lt;/span&gt;" is an appropriate nickname for Jim, because when I say "honey, those boxes should be 5 feet apart not 4, " he says "as you wish" and digs a new trench..after it was already square and level and 4 feet apart! What a guy!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SfzIYdr8PKI/AAAAAAAAAks/HtbjK-a1DoY/s1600-h/100_2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331356381511171234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SfzIYdr8PKI/AAAAAAAAAks/HtbjK-a1DoY/s200/100_2538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You can't really tell, but there is a small cement pad just in front of the shed, and when I suggested we should build another trellis over the pad,and put a bench beneath it, he said "as you wish." Well, not exactly those words, but something to that effect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the rain started pouring down, and the project is on hold. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Farmboy&lt;/span&gt; is asleep on the couch, and I am planning the next project....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(PS.Watch "the Princess Bride" if you don't get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;farmboy&lt;/span&gt; reference)&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/4242774845241380854-8529695422735833579?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/8529695422735833579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=8529695422735833579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/8529695422735833579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/8529695422735833579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-rain-interrupted.html' title='What the rain interrupted...'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SfzCGR68xnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WV0ddamN1GI/s72-c/100_2539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-441542284687761916</id><published>2009-04-14T13:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:02:51.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sculpture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Garden wants and wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Spring may be near. It hasn't snowed for a day or two, and the trees are budding. My daffodils are blooming, and we planted two cherry trees and an apple tree yesterday. My favorite season is summer, but I do enjoy spring-I just prefer warm springs.. I have grand plans for our yard, but dear hubby isn't gung ho on my plans. He says that he has to mow, water, weed, dig, barrow, trim, weed, whack, fertilize, thin, weed, etc and all I do is come up with more work for him. I can't imagine why that's a problem?? I spend time in the yard too! (just cuz I am in the hammock....)I do have a yard wish, I want this sculpture in my garden &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SeTdkLxzPpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/lHGQI1k98Fs/s1600-h/Hush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324624273165467282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SeTdkLxzPpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/lHGQI1k98Fs/s200/Hush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called "Hush". I love the work of this artist, His name is Ed Hlavka. He lives in southern Utah. I met him when I worked at Baer Bronze. He is a great guy, and a fantastic sculptor! His sculptures of children are so life like. This little girl fell asleep reading her fairy book, there is a little fairy in the leaves with her fingers up to her lips, saying shhh. so cute! Ah well someday, when my lottery ticket wins! That's why we have wishes! But my yard plans, lets see, an arbor for the grapes to grow over, a fence, a "secret" garden, a pond, more trees, some roses, more flower beds, a swimming pool (just a lap pool!)...........&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can see why hubby isn't so gung ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-441542284687761916?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/441542284687761916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=441542284687761916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/441542284687761916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/441542284687761916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/04/garden-wants-and-wishes.html' title='Garden wants and wishes'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SeTdkLxzPpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/lHGQI1k98Fs/s72-c/Hush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-7925358980541770072</id><published>2009-04-01T20:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:38:00.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wax melters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><title type='text'>nothing to say..</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted lately, I just haven't had anything important to say. I am sure no one wants to hear about my daily to do list! Besides, then someone might hold me accountable to actually accomplish the tasks I've laid out in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;I did have some random thoughts about the wax melter scent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thingies&lt;/span&gt;. I love for my home to smell good, especially since it is 100 years old, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;invariably, the wax gets dripped, spilled, poked in, spattered,  or just generally messed with somehow! Curses! My daughter got one that is also a light, my dollar conscious husband noticed it was on, picked it up to find the way to turn it off, and spilled the wax all over the room! Guess who had to clean it up- not him! give me a plug-in any day! I also hate that the scent only lasts a few days, versus 30 or so on the plug-ins anyway, that's my peeve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I am also fed up with snow! all who are ready for spring raise your hand! The nasty weather has got me in an organizing mood, Ive been trying to de-clutter, get rid of things I no longer use, and just generally clean it up. The going is slow, but someday I may actually finish. Well, I'm off to clean and organize, oops!, I mean, stalk more blogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-7925358980541770072?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/7925358980541770072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=7925358980541770072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/7925358980541770072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/7925358980541770072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-to-say.html' title='nothing to say..'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-4167208841553053690</id><published>2009-03-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:37:06.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my soapbox about the Birds and the Bees</title><content type='html'>It seems that lately, at book club, bunko, in the media, in RS meetings, etc. there has been a lot of discussion regarding how and when to have "The Talk" with your children.&lt;br /&gt;I have been known to get on my soap box regarding "the Birds and the Bees" and when and why we should discuss it with our children. I am a firm believer that knowledge is power, and if your children &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;, they can make better choices. Oh, and also filter out mis-information, because we all know there is a lot of that out there! Because of my job, (I work for mental health providers, who specialize in sexual addictions,) I am more aware of the problems that mis- information, or lack of knowledge, can cause for our children, and our families. I see the heartache every day of children who have gone beyond the bounds of "curiosity" to "exploration", and the problems and expense for families trying to get help. I see inappropriate behavior in pre-teen and teens, that cause legal charges being brought against them. In my opinion,frequently it seems that a little knowledge, could have saved them a ton of grief. Each family needs to decide what and when is appropriate for their situation, but we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; need to be vigilant about protecting our children. &lt;em&gt;And start young!&lt;/em&gt; At the office, we see a good portion of ten to fourteen year-olds. I don't have hard cold statistics, but it seems that exposure to pornography ( and not necessarily &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; child's exposure, &lt;em&gt;but their friends and peers&lt;/em&gt;, exposure) is the root of many of the problems. Know what your kids are looking at on the internet, not just at home, but at friends homes too. Discuss what their friends look at on the internet. Discuss the things you see on TV with your kids, and talk about why a behavior shown is not appropriate. Discuss ads in the paper and magazines, talk about what is on the news. Tell your kids &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; point of view, discuss your values, and why they are important. Be honest. It may be awkward at first, but the more you discuss, the easier it gets.&lt;br /&gt;I  saw an article where the Father held PPI interviews monthly with each child, practically from their birth. He said that the children knew he was going to ask them questions &lt;em&gt;every month&lt;/em&gt; about their morals and values, and discuss whether their actions reflected the things they had been taught. Both parent and child came to value that one on one time. He also said that when difficult issues arose, the ground work for trust and honest discussion were already laid. What a wonderful idea! It seems that our kids see and learn about things we didn't even &lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt; existed! If &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; can be the person they turn to as a trustworthy source, when they have questions, we can also act as a filter, and a voice of reason; And then trust that they have the knowledge to help them make appropriate choices. With the headlines screaming that Utah is #1 in online pornography hits, I think it is time we do everything in our power to teach our children the values we believe, and not let embarrassment or awkwardness stop us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great article, with comments here; &lt;a href="http://segullah.org/small-epiphanies/let-me-tell-you-about-the-birds-the-bees/"&gt;http://segullah.org/small-epiphanies/let-me-tell-you-about-the-birds-the-bees/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-4167208841553053690?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/4167208841553053690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=4167208841553053690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/4167208841553053690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/4167208841553053690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-my-soapbox-about-birds-and-bees.html' title='On my soapbox about the Birds and the Bees'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-3013567607266374609</id><published>2009-03-01T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:48:22.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joys of parenting'/><title type='text'>Loved This</title><content type='html'>I was "blog stalking" and came across this: No, I don't know this person, but loved this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobodycalledtoday.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-no-one-told-me-before-i-had.html"&gt;http://nobodycalledtoday.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-no-one-told-me-before-i-had.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-3013567607266374609?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/3013567607266374609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=3013567607266374609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/3013567607266374609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/3013567607266374609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/03/loved-this.html' title='Loved This'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-8751826429475076408</id><published>2009-02-27T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:58:02.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun things I&apos;ve done.'/><title type='text'>Oh, The Places You'll Go...</title><content type='html'>Play along. Copy and paste this list, and then highlight the things you've done! Then when you're  finished add something you've done that wasn't on the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Played in a band-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just sang in the choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Visited Hawaii _ Lived there.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis.&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are counting my kid's friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;55. Been in a movie--&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;only silly ones we made when we were kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China--someday!&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just Camp Fire Candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy.&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and climbed to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tastes like stinky fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt-a baby quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible.&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating--I would assume fish counts. . .&lt;br /&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;100. Seen Mount Rushmore in person.&lt;br /&gt;101. Learned to play an instrument&lt;br /&gt;102. Ran out of gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Eaten fried okra&lt;br /&gt;104. Swam in the Caribbean Sea&lt;br /&gt;105. Peed in a swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;106. Stayed in a beach house&lt;br /&gt;107. Hosted an exchange student&lt;br /&gt;108.Been a Secret Santa to a family&lt;br /&gt;109. Worked on a political campaign&lt;br /&gt;110. Coached a sports team 111. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Baked bread from scratch&lt;/span&gt; 112. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Driven from coast to coast&lt;/span&gt; 113. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Paid off all of your debt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;114. Roast marshmallows over a campfire.115 Cut up a credit card&lt;/span&gt; 116. Drove a car through a flood 117. Been on t.v &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;118. Had braces&lt;/span&gt; 119. Been to the twin towers in NY. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;120. Have played in both the Atlantic &amp;amp; Pacific Oceans&lt;/span&gt; 121. Been to ground zero 122. Bite my fingernails &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;123. Likes to scrapbook&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;back when it was simple!!&lt;/span&gt;124. Hates pie &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;125.Visited Mexico&lt;/span&gt; 126. Seen a Tornado in person 127. Have ever been lost at sea! 128. kissed a frog. 129. Gave birth to twins. 130. Received 2 moving violation tickets in 1 day. 131.Been Life Flighted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;132. swore&lt;/span&gt; 133. stranded in a motel for Christmas. 134. Been in 2 countries at once!  -&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4 corners&lt;/span&gt; 135. Adopted a pet from Humane Society 136. Did a triathlon 137. Never received a speeding ticket &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I've only had 1 ! &lt;/span&gt;138. Lived with one kidney 139. Slept on the floor of a train station in Poland 140. eaten rocky mountain oysters 141. Volunteered at an orphanage in Chile &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;142. Ridden an elephant143&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Flew in a small Cessna plane with just you and the pilot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;143. Worked on an oyster farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;144. Been rescued when stuck in the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;145. Been to Key West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;146 Been to the Corn Palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;147. Been to Martin's cove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;148. Swam through a lava tube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-8751826429475076408?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/8751826429475076408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=8751826429475076408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/8751826429475076408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/8751826429475076408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh, The Places You&apos;ll Go...'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-6613411642790945114</id><published>2009-02-26T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:07:30.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!</title><content type='html'>Where were you 19 years ago today? Do you remember? I do. Oh boy, do I. I was in the newly remodeled women's center at Logan Hospital, admiring a tiny pink bundle. That darling bundle of joy, with all the dark hair, was finally here! Of course, She had us wrapped around her tiny little fingers, from the moment she was born! Nineteen. My, how the time flies. I haven't gotten any older, when did she??&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Nalyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-6613411642790945114?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/6613411642790945114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=6613411642790945114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6613411642790945114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6613411642790945114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-baby-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-6493050370798500185</id><published>2009-02-21T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:09:25.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep deprived ramblings..'/><title type='text'>Sleepless in Smithfield...</title><content type='html'>Early last night I asked my daughter, "So what time do you think you'll be home?"  she replied, "not too late, I have to work at 5am." Fast forward to 1:30 am. I am lying awake, and wondering what exactly "not too late" meant.  Daughter still not home. I crawl out of my warm snuggly bed and send her a text: "hello, worried mother here..." she sends back  "just dropping off my friend, be home soon" another hour later I'm still awake, thinking maybe I'll get up and work on my blog, but since the house is a balmy 65 degrees below comfort level, and my flannel sheets are warm and cozy, the blog gets worked on in my head. She finally waltzes in, "sorry!"  Ugh, no wonder moms have bags under their eyes! Wrinkles and bags really have nothing to do with aging, they are just one of the many perils of motherhood. I guess teen years are my punishment for them being such good little sleepers when they were babies...remember how I miss my babies? (see post: Too big to hold) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm lying sleepless, I am wondering just what exactly our country will become. I am wondering what happened to accountability, and self respect. I can't figure out why we as a people haven't spoken up against anyone being dishonest, cheating, lying or stealing, If we had the guts to blow the whistle, would we be struggling now with bank failures, dirty food processing plants, mismanaged funds, bailout plans that are only going to hurt us in the long run? I'm just a tiny minnow in the worlds ocean, but it is my opinion that greed and selfishness are the downfall of America. I think our ancestors are protesting loudly, that we've warped the American dream, but unfortunately we can't or won't hear them. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that the people that are immigrating to this country, need to be as the early immigrants were, embrace being an American, learn the language and customs, adopt the country as your own, keep those traditions that make you a good person and discard those traditions that work against you. We are too accommodating, we need to help our brothers and sisters who are trying to come here for a better life, but they also need to adopt the country to their heart, and quit trying to turn it into the country they came from. We shouldn't be required to publish everything in another language, and have separate classes, meetings, tv programs, etc. to enable them to not have learn the language, and customs. It just makes no sense to me. If I decided to immigrate to Switzerland, I wouldn't expect the country to accommodate me by making everything I need translated to English. I wouldn't expect the government to give me funds to support me because I am at a disadvantage. Why do we do that? And why do we allow it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ponder dust. Why is there so much dust in my house? I can clean and seriously, 10 minutes later, I could dust again. I think, maybe I could just become a collector of dust, display it proudly, invite my friends over to see my dust collection! It would ease my guilt over having a dusty home. I wouldn't stress that everyone would notice the dust, because that would be the point!! Joy! no more dusting for me! Come on by and see my fabulous dust collection! See my picture in the World Book for the largest dust collection! Maybe I could win an award for most unique dust display. It's a worthy goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the joys of lack of sleep. My nighttime brilliance amazes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-6493050370798500185?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/6493050370798500185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=6493050370798500185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6493050370798500185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6493050370798500185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleepless-in-smithfield.html' title='Sleepless in Smithfield...'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-7970863385727553765</id><published>2009-02-14T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:44:07.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Families are wonderful!</title><content type='html'>Aren't families wonderful? My daughter Nalyn  recently bought a new (used) car. The car came out of Vegas and had very dark window tint on all the windows, which of course is illegal in Utah.(???) So I called my baby brother to ask him about getting the tint removed, and also about getting it inspected, and he said "bring it down, I will take off the tint, and do the inspection, and She will be good to go." So we drove down to Salt Lake.  LaMar, (baby bro) took a time out of his day to work on her car. It took a couple of hours with all three of us  working on it to get the windows cleaned off. Oh, and it wasn't just the side windows, the windshield  had the tint too and was too dark, so it had to come off also. Peeling the film off was fairly easy, but scraping off the glue snot was difficult. And gross. Just like snot. &lt;br /&gt; Nalyn really didn't want the film off,  she thought it really looked cool, but her friend said "how are the guys going to see us hot  girls driving around if the windows are so dark?" So I guess it was ok. When she pulled into the stall, at LaMar's work, within moments there were about 5 guys surrounding her car, asking her all kinds of questions about it. It was really hilarious. LaMar wanted to know if they came for the car or the girl, One of the guys said “I came to see the car, But I'll hang around for the girl.”  LaMar told him to go find something to do. Now I'm worried that she bought a jerk magnet. (not that boys who work washing cars at a dealership are jerks, but when they are still doing that 4 years after high school well... you gotta wonder) While we were scraping glue snot  off, I mentioned to LaMar that she needed her oil changed, and he said "Oh, I think I have a filter for her car  in my box, I'll do it. What a guy !! I love him! (really Nalyn is just his favorite teen niece, she  has him wrapped around her finger) LaMar is our go-to guy for anything auto related- even my father-in-law relies on him! Oh, and if your Hummer needs any TLC, he's your guy!&lt;br /&gt; While they were finishing up the oil and inspection, My mom came and got me and took me to Tai-Pan. I LOVE Tai-Pan. I wanted to go to Rod Works,  Gardner Village, The Handmaiden, and all of my other favorites, but by this time it was 8:00pm and everything was closed. Sadness!! Not even enough shopping therapy!  I have a good excuse to go back, anyone up for shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Last week we took a little trip to visit Jim’s aunts. His mom and dad came with us. We drove first to Mesquite and visited Aunt Lucy. It was so nice to sit outside in the sun, and not freeze. The next morning we drove to Phoenix to visit Aunt Colleen. Oh, can I just say I would love to be a snowbird? I could totally live in Arizona from Dec 27th to May 1st. She had grapefruit, oranges, lemons, and tangelos just dripping off the trees, and a pool! in her yard! no snow!!! 70 degree sunshine just pouring down ahh.... I so wanted to just stay. I despise being cold. On the way down we stopped at  Hoover Dam. It is so scary looking over the edge. They are building a freeway that will have a span that crosses above the gorge, see the road going to nowhere? Watch out, It is a looong way down!!                 &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SZceXlOkXRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hmca2ZkdffU/s1600-h/100_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SZceXlOkXRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hmca2ZkdffU/s200/100_2492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302740476731088146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we stopped at the Glen Canyon dam. All in all, it was a dam good trip! ( Sorry, I couldn’t resist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Valentines day, 14 things I love about my Family (all of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They love you. Even though they know you.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you need anything- they’re there!&lt;br /&gt;3. You can blubber all over their shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;4. They will pretty much drop anything they are doing, and jump when you ask!&lt;br /&gt;5. They support you, even when they think you are making a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;6. They give great hugs!&lt;br /&gt;7. They will ride in the backseat for hours!&lt;br /&gt;8. They will invite you to share their sunshine and grapefruit!&lt;br /&gt;9. They will take you out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;10. They will change your oil, fix, your brakes, and kiss your boo-boos.&lt;br /&gt;11. They will get you airfare discounts to see fun places!&lt;br /&gt;12. They will go camping with you (well, most of them)&lt;br /&gt;13. They will take care of your sick kids.&lt;br /&gt;14. They remember Birthdays and holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families are great! Have a great Valentines Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-7970863385727553765?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/7970863385727553765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=7970863385727553765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/7970863385727553765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/7970863385727553765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/02/families-are-wonderful.html' title='Families are wonderful!'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SZceXlOkXRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hmca2ZkdffU/s72-c/100_2492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-3887886353955880216</id><published>2009-02-01T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:42:39.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proper grammar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slang'/><title type='text'>Grammar Lesson</title><content type='html'>I have a huge pet peeve about the term “constructive criticism”. It is a total oxymoron. I find nothing constructive about criticism. Don’t get me wrong, I understand the intent, and its usage in the business environment, but still! OXYMORON! The definition of criticism is the passing of unfavorable judgment, censure, or disapproval. The synonyms of criticism are; blame, censure, condemn, denounce, reprehend. Does this sound like a way to improve a person? Personally, I would prefer to be chastised. If you look in the scriptures, the words criticize, or criticism, never appear. If you look up criticize in the bible dictionary, it refers you to the word chasten, or chastisement. The Lord does not criticize, he chastens. In the dictionary today it lists what is considered an archaic definition for chasten, and it meant to refine, or purify. Maybe it is just semantics, but I personally would rather be refined; taught and molded to become better, than degraded, and humiliated into change. I vote that we change “constructive criticism” to "constructive chastisement". I love words and language. Discovering where a word “came from", its origin, gives insight into the meaning and it is interesting to see how the meaning of a word has changed through the passing of time.&lt;br /&gt;I am fascinated by the meanings and also the usage of words. I find it interesting to hear how words are pronounced in different areas. A friend, who is from the East, was laughing at the way I pronounced “deal”. She said, I said, “dill” (like the pickle) I was sure I hadn’t, but in review, I had. Ugh, Utah dialect has caught me! When I was learning to spell, I got in the habit of saying words phonetically in my head, and when I am typing, I think of the sounds and “spell” the words. Confused? I think of the word deal pronounced like eel- with a long e sound, I KNOW how it is pronounced, but when I am speaking I’ve slurred it into “dill“. I see this slurring all the time here in Cache Valley. I see a sign on a car stating: “FOR SELL” or , “MUST SALE !”, and I think, what???? You can sell your car, or you can put it up for sale, but you can’t sale your car, it’s just not proper grammar or spelling! Another pet peeve is the word “ your”. Your is possessive. Remember the rule, if you can say “you are” in place of the word your, it is an abbreviation and should be spelled you’re. When I see a sign saying “your going to love Hawaii!” my brain says, my &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; is going to love Hawaii? I think, we Utahan’s sometimes get a little lazy when we are speaking. When I first moved to Utah, I noticed that if a word ended in -ing, the g sound was missing. In Utah, we go huntin’, fishin’ and swimmin'. We look for "dills" at the store, and when we find one, we got a "still". I’ve lived in Utah now, for 23 years, and slowly I’m sounding like a native, I wonder how long it will take my friend to find her language has been corrupted? Is it really corruption? I don’t think so, after all I have embraced “oh my heck!, but please, if I ever say “I seen four big bucks on the hill” please send me to grammar boot camp, ASAP! Thanks for listening, now go forth and use proper grammar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-3887886353955880216?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/3887886353955880216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=3887886353955880216&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/3887886353955880216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/3887886353955880216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/02/grammar-lesson.html' title='Grammar Lesson'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-1062366206577264903</id><published>2009-01-28T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:20:03.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>1. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Flannel Sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Great Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Letter from a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A Hubby who scrapes the windshield for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Comfy jeans and a sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A new project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Swingin' in the hammock (summer, wherefore art thou summer?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Stuff I love displayed in my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Great music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a moment of silence... one of my favorite magazines is no longer. Farewell Mary Engelbreit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-1062366206577264903?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/1062366206577264903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=1062366206577264903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/1062366206577264903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/1062366206577264903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-2330616552105217515</id><published>2009-01-25T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:10:42.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception</title><content type='html'>per-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cep&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tion&lt;/span&gt; :  1. The process, act, or or faculty of perceiving. 2. The effect or product of perceiving. 3. The awareness of the external world, or some aspect of it, through physical sensations and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interpretation&lt;/span&gt; of these by the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Perception, to me, is a filter, a filter that colors every event, and makes it impossible to clearly view each moment. Every experience we have ever had is mixed into this filter, and those experiences color our view. This is why two people can experience the same event and each relate that experience to another in entirely different points of view. We see this all the time in parent child relationships. A child 's perception is so different from a parents. A parent rarely does anything to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intentionally&lt;/span&gt; hurt or wound a child, and yet the child is wounded by the parents action and perceives it as hurt. How many times did you tell your parents you hated them, or that they were the meanest in the whole world? And yet, when you become the parent, and hear those words, they wound only slightly, because you know what your intent was, and it wasn't to hurt, but possibly to teach.&lt;br /&gt; I wonder what our lives would be like if we could turn that filter off? If we could see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; actions, not through our perceptions but with our hearts, would we spend as much time being hurt, feeling left out, or different? Would we compare ourselves to others, and find our selves lacking? Would we fight and bicker over meaningless things with those we love and care for? Or would we see the intent behind the action? If we stopped and tried to adjust our point of view before we reacted,  or judged, or assumed intent, would we be happier, more secure in ourselves? Would we discover more friends? There is an Indian saying about walking a mile in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; moccasins. If we truly bore one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; burdens, would the colors in our filter fade? My hope is that it is so. That if we do as President Benson said, and "try a little harder, to do a little better" that the colors of our internal filter will fade and we will learn to see clearly with the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-2330616552105217515?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/2330616552105217515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=2330616552105217515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/2330616552105217515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/2330616552105217515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/01/perception.html' title='Perception'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-6279452397851361547</id><published>2009-01-19T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:25:34.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before they were too big to hold...</title><content type='html'>My Son, just a few hours old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXVfIKx_P0I/AAAAAAAAAf4/C8sv6VzILYU/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293241530981498690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXVfIKx_P0I/AAAAAAAAAf4/C8sv6VzILYU/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daughter, the little sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXVfda8N6jI/AAAAAAAAAgA/sg4_x3-gMvA/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293241896096623154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXVfda8N6jI/AAAAAAAAAgA/sg4_x3-gMvA/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-6279452397851361547?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/6279452397851361547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=6279452397851361547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6279452397851361547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6279452397851361547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-they-were-too-big-to-hold.html' title='Before they were too big to hold...'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXVfIKx_P0I/AAAAAAAAAf4/C8sv6VzILYU/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-6551856998146116489</id><published>2009-01-19T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:18:32.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Too big to hold</title><content type='html'>“Too big to hold”. The title of an article I was reading, but the implications caught my mind and it wandered…&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen and twenty-one. Years. Old. My sweet babies are too big to nestle in my arms, to hold, just below my heart, but the memory is etched forever on my being. I cuddled each in my arms when they were mere moments from Heaven and my soul leapt in recognition. Our eyes met and a glimpse of Home swirled away in the depths of each blue/black galaxy gaze, as they peered back at me with a slightly unfocused, stunned expression. My heart captured that fleeting moment, of sharing the miracle of creation, experiencing a tiny window of becoming a celestial being. Too big to hold are my feelings of inadequacy in the care and nurture of these celestial gift‘s, and I wonder, does my expression reflect theirs? Are we both stunned by the fear we feel? How long before they realize I’m faking my mother role?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too big to hold. Now, twenty-one years later, the stunned expression is a part of my countenance. The joy tempers the sorrow, and in spite of my mistakes, my inexperience at parenting, they progressed. I am daily impressed and scared to tears and prayer by their individual ness. I take no credit, they were gifted with incredible spirits from birth.&lt;br /&gt;I know now, they knew I was faking it all along, as they were sent to teach me. From them I am learning to continue to try even when I keep landing on my bottom. To reach, even if what I’m focusing on is just beyond my grasp. To know I can do something, just because I think I can. I am trying to learn to love unconditionally, to be a better daughter, mother, wife, sister, and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too big to hold. My gratitude to Heavenly Father for the opportunity to grow and be taught. My joy in my children, and my prayers for their future. My sorrows in my impatience at their demands, and the opportunities to grow that were and are missed, due to my selfish desires. The knowledge (and terror) that my lessons aren’t in any way learned, and I must continue to be taught and tested. And the desire to learn the lessons, and return with honor to my Heavenly home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-6551856998146116489?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/6551856998146116489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=6551856998146116489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6551856998146116489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6551856998146116489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-big-to-hold.html' title='Too big to hold'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-6291684837151830867</id><published>2009-01-16T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:02:53.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my sweet husband Jim's birthday. He was reminiscing (lamenting?) the fact that I had celebrated as many birthdays with him as his parents had! We've now been married as long as we were single.. it doesn't seem possible. I've been thinking about the phases we experience in life, and how each phase can be painful while we are experiencing it, but so bittersweet to look back on. A friend was expressing the difficulty of working, having a baby to care for, trying to finish school, and trying to spend time with her husband, take care of the home, her church assignments, and what-have you..She struggled to relate to another friend who is a stay at home mom and enjoys sewing, crafting, re-purposing, and decorating her home. I  can so remember those feelings. I think sometimes there are so many choices, so many things we want to do, and sometimes all we can do &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; all we can do. We may want to achieve other equally worthy goals, but the ones we are pursuing are all we can handle. And we need to be OK with that. I am at a new stage in life, where I have the time I fervently wished for when my children were small, and now it weighs heavy on my shoulders. Oh sure, there are a million things I could do...de-clutter, organize, clean, but nothing I sincerely desire the time to do. (except travel the world, but the monetary wishes I've wished for have never appeared so whatdya do?) now I jokingly wish for an  "oh and mom I forgot to tell you, I need to make a diorama that's due tomorrow, and we're having a class party  and I'm supposed to bring a treat, and mom could you help me???" Oh, and pretty please just one more tiny arm creeping around my neck and warm breath tickling my ear with a soft, mommy, I love you. Cherish the moments, they flee so quickly by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-6291684837151830867?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/6291684837151830867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=6291684837151830867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6291684837151830867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/6291684837151830867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-was-my-sweet-husband-jims.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-5585404918675645201</id><published>2009-01-15T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:51:52.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm grateful for..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXAePArvYuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hTpet8yB21U/s1600-h/100_2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291762805390664418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXAePArvYuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hTpet8yB21U/s320/100_2391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXAbdgQuwEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QYqqPV43GG8/s1600-h/100_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291759755850596418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXAbdgQuwEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QYqqPV43GG8/s320/100_2411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXAaM4mKFaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Zd_R_nYq4xo/s1600-h/100_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291758370813515170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXAaM4mKFaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Zd_R_nYq4xo/s320/100_2387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful open spaces. A beautiful daughter, who is fun as can be.. My wonderful husband, who tries his best to make us all happy, A fantastic son who is always willing to jump in with whatever.. Friends and family who are always there when we need them. My list could go on and on.&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/4242774845241380854-5585404918675645201?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/5585404918675645201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=5585404918675645201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/5585404918675645201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/5585404918675645201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-im-grateful-for.html' title='Things I&apos;m grateful for..'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhlRMyLIeg/SXAePArvYuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hTpet8yB21U/s72-c/100_2391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242774845241380854.post-4092138120873747779</id><published>2009-01-11T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:47:55.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just getting started..</title><content type='html'>I so enjoy the blogs of friends I thought it was time to try my own! It will be obvious I will need lots of assistance!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242774845241380854-4092138120873747779?l=lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/feeds/4092138120873747779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242774845241380854&amp;postID=4092138120873747779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/4092138120873747779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242774845241380854/posts/default/4092138120873747779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifessimplepleasures-vikki.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-getting-started.html' title='just getting started..'/><author><name>Vikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823450497563446620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EsbOiPjNQ/TXWtrIfbzjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tRh7aNmUCQA/s220/vikkifamhoriz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
