<?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-5916232542981412275</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:37:29.224-06:00</updated><category term='Grandchildren'/><category term='Winks'/><category term='Lizards'/><category term='loss'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Victorian Home'/><category term='Simple Life'/><category term='Smiles'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='Grand Opening'/><category term='challenges'/><category term='Angels'/><category term='McClure Guesthouse'/><category term='Getting old and worn out'/><category term='Father In law'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Hubby'/><category term='TIme flies'/><category term='Resurrection'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Birth'/><category term='Walking'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='God&apos;s Love'/><category term='reality'/><category term='Reformed Episcopal Church'/><category term='Decisions'/><category term='Niece'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Queens'/><category term='Grand Openng'/><category term='April Fool'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='cats'/><category term='unconditional love'/><category term='EASTER'/><category term='Competition'/><category term='Guest House'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Color'/><category term='Roses'/><category term='Rainbow Bridge'/><category term='respect'/><category term='fun and unique'/><category term='Brothers'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Family love'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Rainy Day Life'/><category term='Bowling'/><category term='webs'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Frendship'/><category term='Vacaton'/><category term='Charm'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Tudes'/><category term='SHopping'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='Family'/><category term='craziness'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='Miracles'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='unknown'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Night'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Ice Cream Social'/><category term='Jesus  Light'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='deadlines'/><category term='Our Lord'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='suds'/><category term='Love Blessings'/><category term='President'/><category term='Daybreak'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='evolution.'/><category term='Ecology'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='Eyes'/><category term='determination'/><category term='Keds'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='ceremonies'/><category term='Grandsons'/><category term='world'/><category term='Hero'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Google'/><category term='renewal'/><category term='Girl Scouts'/><category term='critters'/><category term='treasures'/><category term='time'/><category term='thanks to God'/><category term='My Dad'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Anglican Church'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>SmilingEyes</title><subtitle type='html'>Your eyes are the window of your heart, mind and soul.
This is a place you can come and reveal what you see with them. Sharing helps to clean your "window" to sparkle for others to admire.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8067334755576289320</id><published>2011-10-17T04:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T05:18:46.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><title type='text'>In The Still Of The Night......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SU5pWLC3jU/TpwAEl3rdQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9NNdvX2VyCI/s1600/237439188_33cd5fb0d3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664402510210364674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SU5pWLC3jU/TpwAEl3rdQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9NNdvX2VyCI/s200/237439188_33cd5fb0d3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not sleep tonight. I am not sure why, but I just can not sleep. It has been almost 9 months since my last post. Why? I really don't know.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;



&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much has happened during this time, in our Photography business, our family life and in our personal relationship. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We continue to work hard in the Photography business as we have found a new dynamic lab to work with for our school division, In addition to that, every day brings new and challenging options for us to implement for our photography clients. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our family is still trying to adapt to the sudden deaths of John and Jim at the end of last year, I am not looking forward to the first anniversary of their deaths. Our hearts ache so very much and they are both missed daily. I am amazed at the strength Nancy appears to have in dealing with her loss. She is a loving Mother in Law and I am blessed. Just wish we were closer to her. We have spent much time together in the past 9 months but still being able to just&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehKzUG3ho7M/Tpv-k_lF_gI/AAAAAAAAAU8/p5kAhNpfaFg/s1600/5964329491_9f21dd1950_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664400867844292098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehKzUG3ho7M/Tpv-k_lF_gI/AAAAAAAAAU8/p5kAhNpfaFg/s200/5964329491_9f21dd1950_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "drop in" would be great. Wish we lived in the age of the "Jetsons" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;t would make life so convenient when distance is a concern. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We just returned from a great 5 days with my family, celebrating my Mothers 77th birthday.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was great to see my Mother smile, laugh and enjoy her children and grandchildren. Family times are so nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our personal life has been great, we discover and remember so many wonderful things daily. Our love continues to grow each minute. Yes there are trying times, but you know, our love for each other seems to diminish the trying times. I want to say I an so very blessed, but I will say WE are so very blessed. We will celebrate 25 years in April 2012. Where has the time gone, it seems like yesterday when we took off to Gatlinburg to "secretly" get married on April 1st. Mikes boys knew but thought it was great to be able to keep our "April Fool's Day" wedding a secret. And when our family and friends received the announcement on April 1st they were surprised, but were happy for us..."No Foolin" ! Yes 25 years; my we have grown, loved and lived and I hope for at least 25 more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So in the Still of This Night, I can not sleep, but I can relax and reflect. And I thank God for all my blessings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good Night, Sweet Dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5916232542981412275-8067334755576289320?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8067334755576289320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8067334755576289320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8067334755576289320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8067334755576289320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-still-of-night.html' title='In The Still Of The Night......'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SU5pWLC3jU/TpwAEl3rdQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9NNdvX2VyCI/s72-c/237439188_33cd5fb0d3_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-6365547713961005478</id><published>2011-01-31T08:51:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:15:13.189-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>It Is In The Eyes &amp; The Soul.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I call my blog &lt;strong&gt;SMILING EYES&lt;/strong&gt; for many reasons. When I was a child, one of my friends Mother told me I had a great smile with high cheek bones and I even shared this smile with my eyes. I remember that my Grandpa Ward would set us on his lap or next to him and challenge us to remain sober and not smile. Then he would stare us down and we would forever break out with a smile and giggles as we failed his challenge, Grandpa stared at us with a twinkle and a grand smile in his eyes that we could not resist responding to.


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;On a side note.....I love to tease people but can not get away with it too much  because of my eyes, I must have inherited this from Grandpa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a saying that goes something like......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Smile and they will wonder what you have been up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; I believe this is true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were in trouble at home as children, we did not want to fess up,  a smile most generally gave us away, unfortunately we could not win our Mom over with the smile so a punishment was inevitable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This past weekend we had a SNOW BALL for our Service Unit's Girl Scouts who range in age from Kindergarten through Juniors in high school. There were many girls there with oh so many smiles, one little girl told a leader &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"this is the Best Night of my life!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wow what a way to make an adult smile, when a child smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a parent I am sure there is a joy when their infant smiles for the first time. As a photographer, it is an accomplishment to make a child smile to make a parent happy. Somehow I feel this is related. I am not a parent so my joy does come from making a child smile for their school picture as each year passes. I have been a school photographer for 30 years now and have photographed many children during this time span. I have realized that I have to smile as I take each and every picture. Oh my, I sure am glad that it takes less muscles to smile than to frown or I would have so many more crinkles in my face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past two months have been full of emotions for us. We have lost loved ones, shared a wonderful surprise at Christmas and are now learning to accept the loss of our loved ones. There have been smiles through pain, joy and even sorrow. Smiles of thanks and most especially smiles of love. God knew what he was doing when he allowed us a smile as an expression to be shared.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TUbbqWyg6yI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LBwUi04hgQw/s1600/DSC_3207.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my Nana died the priest spoke about Jesus laughing and how it was rare to see images of him laughing in the bible or other art work portraying Him. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TUbcyfWO1dI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bi14BrvLjcI/s1600/DSC_3207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568380749256512978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TUbcyfWO1dI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bi14BrvLjcI/s200/DSC_3207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we left the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; we stopped at a Religious store to look for a book. My Mother remained in the car and as Mike and I went through the store we came across a framed picture of Jesus laughing. How fitting to come across this at this particular time, we purchased one for us and one for my Mother. We went out to the car and I saw the sadness my Mother was experiencing, I handed her the picture and she smiled and we all knew God had reached out to give us this smile to help our heavy hearts.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this picture Jesus is smiling even with his eyes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My wish today is that with your mouth or with your eyes, share a smile today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-6365547713961005478?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6365547713961005478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=6365547713961005478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/6365547713961005478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/6365547713961005478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-in-eyes-soul.html' title='It Is In The Eyes &amp; The Soul.......'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TUbcyfWO1dI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bi14BrvLjcI/s72-c/DSC_3207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-3191556892698937195</id><published>2010-12-20T06:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T06:05:54.996-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Love'/><title type='text'>We Will Get Through It, Because Of HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will hold our hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; or carry us as we move through the next two weeks of this nightmare. Yes it is a nightmare, my husband stated this the other evening and I agree. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Christmas Season is to be a season of celebration with family, of the Birth Of Christ. Our family is devastated this Christmas season with the loss of a Brother and Father all within two weeks. Both deaths unexpected and crushing our spirits. Yet I have a firm belief that these two fine men are with our Lord and will be  helping him to get us through the holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Mother in law believes that Jim and John were meant to be together and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;believe this was God's will. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;t is comforting to know that a son was awaiting his father as he passed into the next life. OR that this father went to be with his son who had passed into the next life. This next life is with our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We wondered about John's religious strength and when his apartment was cleaned out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  my husband was comforted  to find bibles and religious books that John had.  Yes, he believed. When it comes to thoughts of religion and Jim my father in law, there is no doubt that he believed. Last spring when my husband had some meetings with the Bishop in Katy Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; my Father in law went with Mike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I believe he was very proud of my husbands journey with Christ.  Jim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; wanted to be a part of it, even in this small way.  And when he took Mike to the airport and embraced him, Jim told Mike he was proud of him. This was the final time Mike was with his Dad in person, how wonderful it is, that this memory will be with Mike forever, thanks to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We carry on a photography business that was started in 1921 by Mike's Grandfather and passed on to us by Mike's Dad in 1982, we have worked diligently to continue this tradition and it was a given that we just do it, no need to be proud of that. But to watch as your son became a Deacon and very involved in the church, yes that made Jim proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As Jim attempted to deal with his son John's death he turned to his minister Harold and more than likely turned within, to our Lord for comfort. Jim called me and told me he had talked with Harold because he wanted to help Nancy, even at this time he reached out to God through Harold to help his wife of 58 years, get through the funeral for John. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alas it was not meant for Jim to be with Nancy at their sons funeral, but it was his desire to help her through it. I hope she knows that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jim and John will be present in our hearts at the funeral but I would rather think of it as a Celebration of their lives both separate and together.  We will get through it, it will be tough, but how fitting that it will occur during the season of Christ's birth. Christ who was sent to us as our Savior.  It gives me much comfort to know that John and Jim are with our Savior and as the Christmas season passes they will be with us in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, HE will hold our hand or carry us as we move through the next two weeks and I am glad HE is here for us.  And I know PEACE will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-3191556892698937195?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3191556892698937195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=3191556892698937195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3191556892698937195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3191556892698937195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-will-get-through-it-because-of-him.html' title='We Will Get Through It, Because Of HIM'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-7072175284062636384</id><published>2010-12-11T07:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:16:03.211-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father In law'/><title type='text'>If God Had A Wallet, Your Picture Would Be In It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The room was dark except for a light over the table at the back. He welcomed me and asked me to have a seat, thus the interview that would change my life forever began. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was 1978 and I was a recently divorced woman without any focus for my future. I was working at a hospital as a darkroom tech in the X Ray department, I had worked at a photography studio briefly before this job and for another photography company before that. I knew I wanted to be a photographer so when the Studio job was listed in the paper I applied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little did I know what was in store, but I believe God did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got the job and became an employee of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spieth&lt;/span&gt; Inc. Mr. Jim &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spieth&lt;/span&gt; became my boss, now back to the interview, this man was a quiet, somber gentleman. He hardly spoke and asked me very few questions, gave me a test and told me I had a job.....possibly, he had one more interview and would call. Once again may I say this was a very different type of job interview. But I did like meeting this quiet gentleman. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited to hear if I got the job and on the day he called to tell me yes, I had also received a call from another photography company I had interviewed for offering me a position with them. I told Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spieth&lt;/span&gt; this and we did a bit of negotiating about hours and pay and I told him that I would accept the position. And again as I remember this, I do believe God sent me on this road for a reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoyed my job at the Studio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Photique&lt;/span&gt; located in the mall in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mattoon&lt;/span&gt;. I rarely saw my new employer as he was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt; some 80 miles south. As time passed and I got more photography skills under my belt and also moved up to managing the studio I felt content. Then one day I received a call from Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spieth&lt;/span&gt; and he told me that since the Studio was not doing exactly what he wanted in addition to my job as manager, I would begin taking pictures in schools for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spieth&lt;/span&gt; Inc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, this became something I really enjoyed. Children are gifts from God and being able to capture their youth in my pictures as they grew, was wonderful. As in a previous blog I call this Memory Insurance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As time passed and the business structure changed Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spieth&lt;/span&gt;, now Jim became my dear friend and his son became my boss. We began a new venture called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SPIETH&lt;/span&gt; PHOTOGRAPHY and I moved to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventually Jim became my father in law, when God blessed me once again with my marriage to his son Mike.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So boss, friend, father in law who would ever know this would happen, but I am sure God did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday God brought Jim home to him, we are numb as we have not even had the funeral for John, his son. But I am sure God has a plan and it is a blessing that Jim is with him and not here in a permanent injured state &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;his tragic accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Perhaps God needed a new photographer to help him take the pictures that God  Keeps In His Wallet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will miss you my dear father in law, friend and boss. I Love You, God's Peace Always and THANK YOU so very much for bringing me into your life. You were a gift in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And one more favor, would you please make sure that  God has my picture is in His Wallet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-7072175284062636384?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7072175284062636384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=7072175284062636384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7072175284062636384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7072175284062636384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-god-had-wallet-your-picture-would-be.html' title='If God Had A Wallet, Your Picture Would Be In It!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-464682438358258300</id><published>2010-12-05T08:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T10:18:26.555-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Just From My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TPurh0-J4KI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4MKQuBdjK_g/s1600/4580472754_a070ac8415_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547215963680268450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TPurh0-J4KI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4MKQuBdjK_g/s320/4580472754_a070ac8415_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;God created man and woman, in addition, he created all of our pieces and parts. Thus this enables us to have a place in our hearts for memories! Every day we are able to tuck away memories and then we can go to this place and take out a memory to help us or cheer us or just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;In our business we state we create "memory insurance" through our photography and yes I believe we do, however it is what is in our hearts that is the essence of our memories. Our senses enable these memories with seeing a photograph or video, smelling a fragrance or even hearing a song, a verse or scripture that trigger the memories we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Bob Hope was famous for his song "Thanks For The Memories" and if you really listen to this song it is what it is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;I also think that if you ever have to be with a person that has Alzheimer's it is amazing that they still have their memories that they do refer to daily.
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Recently my dear brother in law passed away and to help us, my husband and I have been retrieving memories from our hearts, of John. We can enjoy these with laughter, with tears and with much love. The loss is impossible to measure but the memories we have retrieved, cushion this loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, I believe we should thank God, that he has allowed us to have a place in our hearts for our memories. Think about it and take out a heartfelt memory today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;May GOD BLESS You John, You Will Be Missed, But ALWAYS REMEMBERED, We Love You Dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-464682438358258300?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/464682438358258300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=464682438358258300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/464682438358258300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/464682438358258300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/memories.html' title='Just From My Heart'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TPurh0-J4KI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4MKQuBdjK_g/s72-c/4580472754_a070ac8415_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8885006714685557196</id><published>2010-10-14T06:52:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T07:33:21.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Paintings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TLb3vpmPayI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CCmRL85dyRM/s1600/IMG_0233%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527877990636022562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TLb3vpmPayI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CCmRL85dyRM/s200/IMG_0233%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each morning as the dawn breaks, I am able to sit on my couch and watch as the sun hits the trees. This is the time of year that enforces to me that GOD is here, all around. I love the fall and the colors of fall. Many years ago I was having lunch with a friend at a State park near Charleston Illinois. After my friend left I remained and drank in all the color that surrounded me and felt very blessed that God shares this beauty with us. It amazes me that as each day breaks during the dark of the night God is busy adding more color to the trees across the lake from me. I have even observed several days, a young doe getting a drink from the lake amongst the color of the trees. Last week there was a mist over the lake and the doe appeared from the trees, now as a photographer why did I not have my camera handy? I suppose God wanted me to keep this lovely picture in my heart and I have! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily I await the dawn to break to see the new colors that have been added in the night. Today I was up quite early and my little Rico needed to go out, so we headed out the front door and oh my the beauty of the night hit me, a brilliant dark sky with millions of stars all around, yet another painting from God. As in a previous post I want a "simple life" but with beautiful paintings from God, would it be a simple life? I think not, I believe it would be &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a simply beautiful life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Look all around you and enjoy God's gift of his paintings for us.  We are blessed indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-8885006714685557196?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8885006714685557196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8885006714685557196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8885006714685557196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8885006714685557196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/10/gods-paintings.html' title='God&apos;s Paintings'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TLb3vpmPayI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CCmRL85dyRM/s72-c/IMG_0233%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-4739259841177385295</id><published>2010-09-26T07:10:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:56:25.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Life'/><title type='text'>Around &amp; Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521195887356863154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TJ86aDFA4rI/AAAAAAAAATw/i_nMXYQOlEM/s200/4931833787_f9b52bb18e_t.jpg" /&gt;Life for me lately (Last 3 Months) has been like a revolving door and I am staying in it and just going around and around! Have you ever had that happen? I am dizzy! And I want to get out of it now. My goal is to live the SIMPLE LIFE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;But not with all the hustle bustle of hurry up and get it done yesterday! We live in a "fast food" world, do people these days really know what it is to take time to "stop and smell the roses"? What a shame not to smell the beauty of a rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TJ89Om22ddI/AAAAAAAAAT4/J_IWAXUTtNQ/s1600/2358728164_db2373da84_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521198989337589202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TJ89Om22ddI/AAAAAAAAAT4/J_IWAXUTtNQ/s200/2358728164_db2373da84_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;The fragrance is soft, gentle and pure. The rose itself is the same. My Father loved roses and had many over the years in his garden. I recall when Dad would bring in a freshly cut rose and share it with all of us. There were several special vases for the roses he brought in the house. After a hard rain Dad would venture out into the gardens and rescue the roses that were damaged and bring them in and let the blooms float in vases of water, and when they opened, they were beautiful. And oh, so simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt; Alas, after he passed away, the roses disappeared from the gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;This makes me realize that my Dad lived a simple life. He had six children from a marriage of 50 plus years, he had a job working for the city and worked a variety of shifts. Many of the holidays we had growing up were spent without Dad as he worked at the water department and the department was open 24/7. We would get his dinner ready and take it to him and jest that he was having dinner at "The Pump Room". We lived in a suburb of Chicago and "The Pump Room" was a fancy downtown restaurant. Once again, I believe Dad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; this simple "Pump Room" over the fancy downtown establishment. It was just how he wanted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;While growing up we had one and I mean one Family vacation, we went to a good family friend's cabin in Wisconsin and had a blast, however it was a very simple laid back vacation, just what Dad wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;I want this way of life, I want roses in my garden, I want a simple vacation, I want out of the revolving door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Yes, soon I hope to stop and smell the roses and realize that their simple beauty is a loving gift from God and I am thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-4739259841177385295?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4739259841177385295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=4739259841177385295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4739259841177385295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4739259841177385295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/around-around.html' title='Around &amp; Around'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TJ86aDFA4rI/AAAAAAAAATw/i_nMXYQOlEM/s72-c/4931833787_f9b52bb18e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-1548303222532116762</id><published>2010-06-30T21:13:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T06:52:50.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well it has been awhile but I am back and ready to share some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TCx95-KziPI/AAAAAAAAASw/HdgmXV8BPLo/s1600/2764922700_f7e0722c2b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488900480752126194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TCx95-KziPI/AAAAAAAAASw/HdgmXV8BPLo/s200/2764922700_f7e0722c2b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was walking through the house very early this morning about 3:45 AM, yes very early! And I was thinking about my life, remembering and recalling the good, the bad, and the ugly! It is mostly good and I think I was in this frame of mind because of several things that have happened recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A dear friend of mine and I are involved currently with an event that is going to take place next week and she asked me yesterday just how long I have been a part of it, I thought about it and realized it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;had been 24 years! Golly gee, it should make me feel old but honestly it seems like just yesterday that I got involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This triggered my thought process as to my family, my marriage and our business through the years. My how the years have flown by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My husband is now a Grandpa and I get to enjoy his fantastic grandsons, two really neat sons and one super daughter in law with him. I am blessed to have my Mom and Mike's parents still a part of my life and I have many great nieces and nephews. My siblings (four sisters and one brother) continue to amaze me through their work ethic, great parenting skills and the ability to survive many challenges which have been related to health, business and even horrendous family issues. I think that is a hat's off to my Mom and Dad. And daily I continue to remember my wonderful Dad who is now in Heaven, he is missed greatly by all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TCx_sUgOHvI/AAAAAAAAATA/sjJoI2UzYqU/s1600/2754310294_40741c4e99_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488902445252615922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TCx_sUgOHvI/AAAAAAAAATA/sjJoI2UzYqU/s200/2754310294_40741c4e99_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My marriage is now in its 23rd year, it seems like we just went to Gatlinburg to make our vows and yes as my Dad has said marriage is like driving through the mountains; many ups and downs, some straight and some curvy roads and eventually you come out on top to a road that leads you to the future with your spouse. I think about this and find it neat that we drove through the mountains to get married. And yes we have driven these marital roads and continue through the mountains, ours is a unique marriage because we are together almost 24/7 through our love, business and our most valued involvement with God. Mike is studying and is currently a Deacon in the REC Anglican Church, with the goal of becoming a Priest eventually and serve the children of God. I am blessed and proud to be a part of this (and don't think this portion of the road has not had its curves and ups and downs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We continue on with our Photography studio and it too is full of memories and we continue to preserve memories by capturing images that will last a lifetime! It is an ever changing business with the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;introduction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of digital imaging and the influx of many&lt;/em&gt; self made &lt;em&gt;photographers, it is my hope that the art of photography will not be lost because of this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TCx-NzmcTWI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JWADVxmwH0Y/s1600/2559480812_e9393876e9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488900821512637794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TCx-NzmcTWI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JWADVxmwH0Y/s200/2559480812_e9393876e9_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought to life in the past year a new entity THE McCLURE GUESTHOUSE, and it is also full of memories and will continue to make memories for the guests that stay. In the past year there has been a couple that got engaged, numerous senior and wedding portraits photographed, wedding nights for newlyweds and family gatherings. There have also been dinners, bridal &amp;amp; baby showers some meetings and a wonderful grand opening event. The home was built in 1872 and we restored it to share a bit of history with the community. I loved the home the minute we viewed it back in the late 90's and purchased it within 30 minutes of viewing it. After moving out we determined it deserved to be renovated for the future. And for people to enjoy and make memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I guess you can see why I was up and had this going through my mind,and yes there are so many more thing I could write about but it would be a book. I am looking forward to a great 4th weekend coming up, our SPIETH daughters are coming home for the annual 4th gathering, we have been getting together for about 12 years and we love it and them and all of their families which includes spouses, children and main squeezes! Yes all around us through many challenges in the past, present and future ( I am sure) you can see there are memories and yes they most generally are blessings! I challenge you to think of your memories and relish them, and have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5916232542981412275-1548303222532116762?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1548303222532116762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=1548303222532116762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/1548303222532116762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/1548303222532116762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/TCx95-KziPI/AAAAAAAAASw/HdgmXV8BPLo/s72-c/2764922700_f7e0722c2b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8202712504154766291</id><published>2010-05-09T21:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:55:48.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>It Is Sad I Am Not A Mom But.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Every year on Mother's day I get a lump in my throat and wish for what isn't. As a child it was my ultimate dream to be a Mommy. Alas that dream never became a reality for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For some reason the Lord never blessed me with my own children but I often imagine what it would be like if there had been a Beth Lynn or an Amy or even a Johnny in my life and the kind of Mommy I would have been. There would have been lots of hugs, kisses, laughter and then of course I am sure there would have been sadness, disappointment and even anger however I am certain the positive would have dominated any negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am lucky to be an aunt, godmother, surrogate mom, a step mom and step grand mom but still to have been able to hold and love oh so much my own flesh and blood would have been wonderful! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would have been great to adopt but for very personal reasons that too was not in "the cards". A dear person in my life said we are all dealt certain cards and these were  just the cards I was dealt in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that being said I have to remember I have many children in my life with my family and with Mike's family and I love them all very much! In addition I have had many girls in my life with my Girl Scout troops and I hold them all very dear to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This past week Mike and I have been working with portrait orders of some of the beautiful children of the girls that worked for us. It is a new generation of love evolving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today one of our "surrogate daughters" had a Graduation party and her "BFF" (another of our surrogates) was there with her son and it melted my heart to watch him with Mike. Children love Mike and he is  blessed to be a Dad to two wonderful boys and the best Grandpa to two little boys. All of my nieces and nephews really love Uncle Mike and I am so glad! He is the best and it is great that he was "dealt this set of cards" for being a great Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps the love we both have for children is why for the past 30 (yes 30!) years we have enjoyed being photographers mainly of children and this may just be my way of leaving a part of myself when I am gone. The smiles of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;many (100's of thousands I am sure) children for their parents to treasure forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SO..... yes it is sad that I am not a Mom, but thankfully I have had many children in my life and I can be content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I called my sister today to wish her a Happy Mother's Day and she said "I am not your Mom" and I replied&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S-eA2HvWnWI/AAAAAAAAASo/BacCh0iphIA/s1600/3516382869_3f161ef26b_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469481939743710562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S-eA2HvWnWI/AAAAAAAAASo/BacCh0iphIA/s200/3516382869_3f161ef26b_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "but you are my sister who is a Mom". I want to tell all my friends and family who are Mom's I wish you all a &lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/strong&gt; and yes, you are not my Mom, but you are so very blessed to be a Mom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-8202712504154766291?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8202712504154766291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8202712504154766291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8202712504154766291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8202712504154766291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-is-sad-i-am-not-mom-but.html' title='It Is Sad I Am Not A Mom But.........'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S-eA2HvWnWI/AAAAAAAAASo/BacCh0iphIA/s72-c/3516382869_3f161ef26b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-4000344426372163380</id><published>2010-04-26T06:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:41:04.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>April Showers.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S9WCT8o02iI/AAAAAAAAASg/pqqdRcYZzC8/s1600/2556939372_623acf4f72_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464417002090453538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S9WCT8o02iI/AAAAAAAAASg/pqqdRcYZzC8/s200/2556939372_623acf4f72_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain, rain go away, come again another day........ I have said that a few times this month but it is April and April showers do bring May flowers so..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Earlier this month I was in Florida with my Mom and it did rain a few days, what a bummer when you go to Florida for the sunshine! When you stay at a resort where the focus is outdoor activities it is much more of a bummer. Of course there is TV and books and if you are like me I did take work. It is amazing just what you can do via the Internet in my line of work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This past weekend we photographed our Little League 32 teams and the rain was once again very near. A few sprinkles in the AM and then around 2 the skies opened. We were under cover at the Fair Ground Hog Barns and we were able to photograph with the green outdoors, but rain did appear on some of the children's jerseys, thank goodness for Photoshop!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The area is so green and lush thanks to the great weather earlier this month, today it is once again cloudy and rain is in the air. My day off but I have to tend to The McClure Guesthouse after a week of guests and a dinner there tonight as well as a mini open house on Wednesday. I had hoped to plant some flowers, but in the past it has been advised to wait until Mother's Day so.......... I will!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is amazing how much the weather can control our life. We have to stay in when it rains, we can be stuck inside too with abundant snowfall, and have to dress for the cold or hot. Winds can be pushy and tornadoes, hurricanes, tsunamis, and extreme heat and cold are all in charge when prevalent. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;I often wonder how the birds, insects and other critters of nature can just go with the flow of weather. Where do they go when the winds are strong, the rain is falling in torrents, the snow is deep, the hail pounds all around, the heat is oppressive and the cold is sub zero. How do they do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;I guess it just goes to show that GOD is around and protects his creatures large and small in his own way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-4000344426372163380?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4000344426372163380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=4000344426372163380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4000344426372163380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4000344426372163380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-showers.html' title='April Showers.......'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S9WCT8o02iI/AAAAAAAAASg/pqqdRcYZzC8/s72-c/2556939372_623acf4f72_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-6828302128054833413</id><published>2010-03-14T18:37:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:07:48.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reformed Episcopal Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anglican Church'/><title type='text'>Just Another Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S52GGjfyu3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/6W6jCNrSnWw/s1600-h/cake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448658571354094450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S52GGjfyu3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/6W6jCNrSnWw/s320/cake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was my hubby's birthday. I won't tell his age but he is experienced with celebrating. His day began with a loud Happy Birthday greeting from me, followed by the suggestion that he get up since it was going on 8 and there were photography sessions beginning at 9:30. Yes, this year he did have to work  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;:(, but only till noon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;We then came home and got ready to head to Evansville for church at Trinity Anglican, our new church home. Before leaving he did watch a bit of the Big 10 Tournament Illinois/Ohio State game, he tore himself away from watching and tuned into the radio during the drive. Alas Illinois lost, but there is "always next year"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;We arrived at our new church Trinity Anglican and went in. Mike was greeted by numerous "Happy Birthdays". Mind you we have only been attending this church since February but this mos&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S52Ey2xLDLI/AAAAAAAAASI/8_2wc0xoR1E/s1600-h/Rec2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448657133418253490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S52Ey2xLDLI/AAAAAAAAASI/8_2wc0xoR1E/s320/Rec2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t certainly is now our church family and the wishes were genuine! And they even brought out a beautiful birthday cake made by one of the parishoners during fellowship, what a neat surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Our Church life has been in a state of upheaval since the middle of November, when the Stringtown Rd. church took yet another path of alignment, this time to Greek Orthodoxy, and we did not opt for a new path this time. It has been a very sad three and a half months for us, with this turn of events, and no real warning from the clergy &amp;amp; vestry, they just did it. We felt abandoned and it has hurt deeply, especially since we supported the Priest down many paths, searching for his ideal religious preference. Don't get me wrong, he is a great and gifted human being, but he has not found just where he wants to be yet, I wish him and his wonderful family much happiness. And for all the others that either followed or set out on a different path, we will miss them and are so thankful they were a part of our life for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Our new church family is made up of really nice, new friends and some friends from the Stringtown Rd. church who had left at another time. We are happy to be with them again. The Holy Spirit is with them all and they are a loving church family group, wanting to share the Love of Christ with everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Church is on Saturday evenings at this time and we really feel at home here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Father David is a wonderful, caring, giving priest; this church is blessed. They have opened their arms and hearts to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mike is going to meet with two Bishops in a couple of weeks and we hope he is received as a Deacon in the Reformed Episcopal Church. Mike then can serve as a Deacon, assist Father David and Bishop Wes, to help the church grow and a goal is to establish new churches in the area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;So as Mike begins another year in his life, he is on a new path that God has guided him to and it is good. What a wonderful way to start this next year! We are so excited and no, this birthday was not "just another day", I believe it was a great birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mike! It is going to be a grand year filled with the love of God and our new church family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-6828302128054833413?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6828302128054833413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=6828302128054833413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/6828302128054833413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/6828302128054833413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day?'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S52GGjfyu3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/6W6jCNrSnWw/s72-c/cake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-5235154725294684092</id><published>2010-02-11T08:10:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:20:05.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>They Call Them Grands, Because.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;....&lt;em&gt;..I have been thinking about this for awhile, there are many reasons they call them grands: silly, busy, true, happy, sad, curious, sassy, sneaky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pensive, rowdy, secretive, joyful but most of all loving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grands can be all of these and bring such joy to our lives. Our two grandsons Emery &amp;amp; Lynden are all of the above and so much more, we are blessed. A few weeks ago we were going to take them to Church with us and Emery was actually excited to go, however the weather in Evansville deemed a cancelled service Soooo we played hide and seek in the studio and of course took their pictures (a surprise for Mom and Dad, I thought till their "Grand"pa Mike posted them on Facebook), &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such fun we had, then a trek to get ice cream, alas our local DQ is closed due to a fire in January, so we headed to Lawrenceville to the Dairy Dee, when we got there it too was closed, so we headed to Vincennes to Lics. After a quick stop at the Christian book store it was on to get ice cream. Emery wanted a chocolate cone and a Chocolate chip shake and Lynden got a dish of vanilla and a gummy worm. He loved the gummy but did not want the ice cream, can you believe it? Too&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;cold I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Back at home they got out the few toys we keep and they always love, (as I recall my childhood, toys at my Nana's were few but oh so special! And we fought to open the small cupboard they were kept in and retrieve them for playtime at Nanny's.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then it was time for supper, I opted to fix ham and Belgian waffles and when served, I was told that you don't eat breakfast for supper...well excuse me! Needless to say they did eat it and then horror of all horrors we made them watch the Miss America Pageant (Mike wanted to watch, only because Rush was a judge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                 Then time for jam-mies and an attempt for them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to get to sleep. Emery&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S4F3wxXQtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/r66rCvC4r74/s1600-h/Grands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440761504608597330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S4F3wxXQtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/r66rCvC4r74/s320/Grands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; crashed but Lyndy cuddled with Grandpa Mike and fell asleep. Grandpa Mike liked it so much that it was there Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy found Lyndy when they came to pick them up. The look on Grandpa Mike's face as he held his "grand"son was great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I recall growing up and being a "grand" and loving all  my grandparents so very much. They shared with me so many things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;scrambled eggs with ketchup, how to iron, real egg shampoos, how to set a table for a formal dinner, candy corn, coconut cake, how to have a large family gathering in a small space filled with an enormous amount of love, snuff, smiles, hugs, teasing, games, walks, the love and true belief in God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, yes I was a "grand" because of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And you know Grandparents are 'Grands" too and with our "Grand"children it really is GRAND!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't wait to share and learn and Love because of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-5235154725294684092?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5235154725294684092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=5235154725294684092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5235154725294684092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5235154725294684092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-call-them-grands-because.html' title='They Call Them Grands, Because.....'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S4F3wxXQtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/r66rCvC4r74/s72-c/Grands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-5802223818141417197</id><published>2010-01-12T21:09:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:51:19.893-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competition'/><title type='text'>Competition Can Be "Real Goods", Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is that time again. Yes time to head to Springfield and watch the State Fair Queen Pageant. I have been attending since 2002. It has been an interesting and fun experience through the years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lots of pressure and not always a lot of fun for the contestants. But why can't it be just the opposite? Lots of fun and not much pressure. I would think seeing a young woman in a more natural state, competing this way, would be the right way to select the winner. Ah yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the argument of how well could she handle herself in different situations, some with pressure and difficult people and others totally out of her control. Well I really believe if she is at this point of the competition her '"real goods" got her there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are some "real goods" that are important: great communication skills, good personal appearance, the ability to get along and be flexible. But generally speaking these things are important for everyone, everyday, everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow, we all could be and should be winners, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a difference life would be with positive attitudes everywhere, smiles, hugs, happiness and peace. What a life, a very good, simple, natural, joyful life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO, not gonna happen right? Competition the "devil's advocate" the way the world REALLY is, what a shame! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perhaps with God's help someday soon we will be able to see a change and competition would include fellowship and helping each other to strive to be their very best every day, simply, joyfully, naturally and thankfully. We would win the competition for ourselves, others and our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S01KvnmWSaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BCXoddc9wwQ/s1600-h/Miss+Richland+County1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426075307995449762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S01KvnmWSaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BCXoddc9wwQ/s320/Miss+Richland+County1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes GOOD LUCK Malory! You have already won by being all the above. Let's hope the judges are not blind and see it. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to have you in my life! This blog is for you! As was my first blog:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-5802223818141417197?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5802223818141417197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=5802223818141417197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5802223818141417197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5802223818141417197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/competition-can-be-real-goods-right.html' title='Competition Can Be &quot;Real Goods&quot;, Right?'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S01KvnmWSaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BCXoddc9wwQ/s72-c/Miss+Richland+County1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-3282145612301732485</id><published>2010-01-05T21:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:29:51.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus  Light'/><title type='text'>In The Darkness Can You See?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I was driving home this evening I found myself feeling sad. Since November many homes along the way shared the lights of Christmas cheer. They were welcoming lights for the season [that seems to get longer each year].&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What strikes me though, that is in anticipation for Christmas we light up our homes inside and out, but once it is here within a matter of days the lights are "snuffed out". This makes me sad and it is really hard to see as it is dark and dreary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think this is what God wanted? Shouldn't we be turning the lights on everywhere because of God's gift of his son Jesus for us, he is the light, yet we turn out our lights once he is here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you imagine if once Jesus was born that that was it, nothing more just his birth. We are so blessed that God did not let that happen and gave us the bright light of his son Jesus, to lead us and teach all about love, peace, hope and truth. These are the lights that should be leading us to make our lives alive and bright always, not for just a season.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S0QP2H7CHII/AAAAAAAAARw/GoxGKA9Qf-Y/s1600-h/433306965_ac7bf686a4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423477273774922882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S0QP2H7CHII/AAAAAAAAARw/GoxGKA9Qf-Y/s320/433306965_ac7bf686a4_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet the lights are out, it is over, perhaps that is also why these days our life is dark and dreary, we have turned out the light. Maybe just maybe, if we were to turn the light back on we would see better and maybe we could begin to get back what is ours and not let others take over (as they seem to have) in the dark and change our lives. Yes, it is my hope we turn on the lights and return to living as God wanted us to, with Love, Peace, Truth and Hope. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May God Bless Us All. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yes please turn your lights back on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-3282145612301732485?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3282145612301732485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=3282145612301732485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3282145612301732485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3282145612301732485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-darkness-can-you-see.html' title='In The Darkness Can You See?'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S0QP2H7CHII/AAAAAAAAARw/GoxGKA9Qf-Y/s72-c/433306965_ac7bf686a4_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-2296085374492678546</id><published>2010-01-03T13:29:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:38:25.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun and unique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family love'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Ending and  A Great Beginning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Wow what a year 2009 was.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; CHANGE&lt;/span&gt; was the word our President used and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt; is what I have lived this past year!&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We became a true "family" business with no external employees. A good thing I think considering all that we had been through in 2008.&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We are now proprietors at last, of The McClure Guesthouse after 30 months of restoration and three months of shopping! That definitely has made it so I don't go out of my way to "shop till I drop" and my husband was a peach through all the shopping, God Bless him! He knows just about everything when it comes to purchases for a Victorian home. We also now get to be the "housekeepers" and it is fun. Mike has learned to even make square corners when making a bed. It has taken him a long time but he can do it! We are still revising and revamping to get things just right. We get to go and take down the Christmas decor and clean up after we had guests during the holidays. We look forward to sharing the house this year. It is a dream that has come true and I am glad we have preserved a bit of history for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422631186801009218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S0EOVYU6okI/AAAAAAAAARQ/c5kDysqpqaQ/s200/4231716219_502fc0c56f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We are looking to a new venture in our church life. For four years we went to church in Evansville, Mike was ordained there in 2006 as an Anglican Deacon and we made many wonderful friends. In late November this Anglican Church ceased to exist and now we are pondering just what to do. I am certain that God has a plan for us and it will come together as we start this new decade. We were fortunate last Sunday to be at my Mothers and we attended a lovely Anglican Church in Woodstock Illinois. It was a 90 minute drive, but then that is what it was to St. Andrew's in Evansville. However it was a lovely drive as the snow was everywhere and oh so beautiful, truly a Gift from God to us. It was great to commune with God in church and in nature!&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Christmas Eve lunch with Brad, Jeff, Reagan, Emery and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lynden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was great and we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Snuggified&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Then we did a bit of Christmas eve shopping here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Christmas Eve evening we watched the Mass from Rome with Pope Benedict and then headed to bed.&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We set out Christmas morning for my sister Betsey's home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Naperville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Garmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lady" directed our travel on a new route which took us very close to the Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery where my Dad is laid to rest. We visited his grave and then went on to Betsey's where we arrived an hour early, I hope they were not mad, but that allowed us some personal time with just their family before the other 15 arrived. All in all there were 24 of us together for a glorious family holiday. It was a new beautiful venue this year at Betsey's home but quite spacious and my Mother loved it! No stress for her this year. As we left that night to head to Mom's the snow was falling and made for a perfect ending to a great Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;On Saturday afternoon we headed to Chicago with my sister Patti and her family up from Florida. We went to the Water Tower area and walked around &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S0HqKjh8cXI/AAAAAAAAARY/mAbsKYHhhpA/s1600-h/CIMG0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422872893387993458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S0HqKjh8cXI/AAAAAAAAARY/mAbsKYHhhpA/s200/CIMG0916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enjoying the stores and it was snowing. We had hot chocolate from the Hershey store and then all 6 of us piled in a horse driven carriage for a ride around the city. Quite magical if you ask me, not only for the sights but also since the horse was able to take us all on. We laughed so much and as we always have, enjoyed each others company! Although many miles separate us the love we have binds us together.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S0HreBdlMaI/AAAAAAAAARo/S29wXUV_jDU/s1600-h/CIMG0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422874327351898530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S0HreBdlMaI/AAAAAAAAARo/S29wXUV_jDU/s200/CIMG0987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S0HrIkv1ynI/AAAAAAAAARg/9rvoch8vdWc/s1600-h/CIMG0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to work Wednesday and Thursday morning and then our New Year's Eve festivities with our two wonderful Grandsons. What a great way to end the year and begin the New year with these sweeties.&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We are blessed in so many ways! Yes this year our Christmas/New Years Celebrations were what it is all about GOD, family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-2296085374492678546?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2296085374492678546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=2296085374492678546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/2296085374492678546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/2296085374492678546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonderful-ending-and-great-beginning.html' title='A Wonderful Ending and  A Great Beginning!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/S0DxvIMShcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fBEq94dM6JM/s72-c/McClure+AD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-5413439816722073275</id><published>2009-11-26T05:53:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:58:39.718-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks to God'/><title type='text'>Thanks For The Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sw52QNYtRiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UxKO31Q5eXk/s1600/301741496_ae76a14a88_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408390223361820194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sw52QNYtRiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UxKO31Q5eXk/s200/301741496_ae76a14a88_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is another Thanksgiving, a time to reflect and realize all the blessings and memories which surround me. First I am so very thankful and blessed that the Lord is in my life day in and day out! Without Him I would not be able to accept all that has happened this past year! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am so very blessed to have a wonderful husband he is the best even at his worst! Does that make sense? To me yes, to you perhaps not. He is my life, really, we live together, love together, worship together, work together, laugh together, share together, squabble  together and survive together. He is my REAL BETTER HALF, without him I wonder if I would be. God placed him in my life at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This year has brought about many changes. We had changes in our Photography business, mainly with employees, but it has been a good change. There was a time when we needed people to work that really did their job so well, they had a great work ethic and to this day I miss them dearly and then there were those that took what they could without any work ethic, they just put in their time and took their paycheck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We finally opened The McClure Guesthouse and it has been an experience. I am so thankful for the craftsmanship put in to the restoration and then for the help from family and dear friends in the decor and set up of each room. And once again I thank Mike for letting this dream of mine come true. And of course without my Mom and sister Kathy in dealing with the finances it really would not be. I appreciate all who helped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A major change has been our church life. Sadly we have lost our St. Andrew's church family, but I can only hope the Lord has a much better plan for us. There is an empty church here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I believe there is a reason it has remained empty, we shall see and I shall pray and perhaps next year I will be thankful that we were able to open the church once again. It is in the Lords hands though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am thankful for the many friends I have in my life both near and far. Many friendships have been renewed and born this year, thanks to the Internet. And many friendships continue on, even though the friends have moved away, this too because of the Internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally, I am so very thankful for my family which includes Wards and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spieths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Parents, siblings, children and grandchildren they are all wonderful blessings and help create grand memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So as I look back, yes I am thankful for the memories of the past year and I am thankful for what will come in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have a wonderful, Blessed Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-5413439816722073275?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5413439816722073275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=5413439816722073275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5413439816722073275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5413439816722073275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks For The Memories'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sw52QNYtRiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UxKO31Q5eXk/s72-c/301741496_ae76a14a88_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-7807954701513291681</id><published>2009-11-05T07:07:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:41:27.478-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning With Old Time Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SvLaBhGlVFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LiLIGUcrvkM/s1600-h/3791825599_634cd944e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400618622771352658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SvLaBhGlVFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LiLIGUcrvkM/s200/3791825599_634cd944e9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday we had our first wedding couple spend their first night as newlyweds at The McClure Guesthouse. We were so excited for them. We also were privileged to photograph their wedding. After we finished the wedding pictures we went back to the studio and printed a couple of pictures for them, put them in frames and then went to the Guesthouse to place them around for them, along with some other little surprises. We then "pretended" to be the couple as they walked in for the first time to see if they would notice these little surprises. You may think we are crazy but it was fun to do this. On Sunday they were having a brunch and opening their gifts, with their families. Around 1 PM we received a call from the groom's sister asking if the couple could stay another night, they loved the house and since they were not leaving until Monday for their Honeymoon, they wanted one more night at the house (instead of at their parents, perhaps). This was great to hear and of course they could stay. Last evening the Groom's Mother stopped by and said that her son told her he never had appreciated "old houses" but this Home really made him realize old homes could be appreciated and enjoyed. Yeah, mission accomplished I think. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday a young man and his girlfriend were being photographed for "Christmas gifts" at the house, at the very end of the session, he asked Mike to take a picture from up on the staircase down on them leaving and Mike said sure. He took the picture and then the young man knelt down and asked the young lady to marry him! (Mike was in on this &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt; surprise) All of this was captured for them, keeping the memory forever. The pictures capture the love these two young people have for each other.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We look forward to sharing this Guesthouse with many in the future. Families will be staying during the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays. So of course there is love to be shared then. In the spring there are reservations for weddings and family parties. And there will be so many more I am sure as the word gets out.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my June 30Th blog my vision for this home was "A Gift Of Love" from these two experiences I think it is happening! I am so glad and so excited for the Love that will come in the future. So check back as I divulge the many bits of Love as a result of The McClure Guesthouse. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you wish to take a peak at the Guesthouse, click on the picture of Mike and I and it will take you to our web page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-7807954701513291681?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7807954701513291681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=7807954701513291681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7807954701513291681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7807954701513291681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-beginnig-wth-old-time-charm.html' title='A New Beginning With Old Time Charm'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SvLaBhGlVFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LiLIGUcrvkM/s72-c/3791825599_634cd944e9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-3556340653384098793</id><published>2009-10-13T04:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:54:21.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GIFT OF FAMIILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so blessed!  This past weekend we celebrated my Mom's 75&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. It was a surprise  party and we did succeed in surprising her.  Of course the fibs to get to her to the venue were so  involved and looking back are so funny.  The expression on Mom's face when she realized that we were at a party for her is unforgettable.  The love in the room as she entered was everywhere!  And the family and friends in attendance was wonderful.  I think the most touching moment was when she saw her sister there.  And as she looked around and saw everyone else I am sure she was pleased.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As in previous posts I have discussed my great nieces and nephews, they come from great stock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sisters and brother are the best!  Being the oldest has it's  advantages and a few disadvantages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was most generally in charge, being the boss was fun.  I never got to seek advice on how my siblings did things.  I got blamed for many things.  I was always the one who &lt;i&gt;"should have known better"!&lt;/i&gt;  I was able to do things first, &lt;i&gt;"that is not fair"  &lt;/i&gt;was heard often.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a sister who is just 10 and a half months younger than me and oh how we fought!  But oh how I love and appreciate her.  She is creative, generous and very loving.  She is the one who is in charge now of helping Mom and a younger sister while she is experiencing medical issues.  In addition she has 5  of my great nieces and nephews.  Her husband is a police officer and I am sure she worries often.  My next sister is 28 months younger and she is a great woman, she is truly a survivor having dealt with breast cancer.  She has a wonderful husband and together they have two awesome children.  She lives in Florida and how I wish she was close by.  However we speak often and analyze much!  Next comes my brother he is not quite 5 years younger than me but he is so much wiser in age then me.  We made him suffer much when he was younger and I do not know how he can be so great to all of his sisters now.  He is a great Dad and hubby and also one of my dearest friends!   Nine years is between my next sister and me, she is so special to me!  After high school she came and was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; for about 4 years.  We had so many great times and I was lucky to have her with me, she, like me has never been blessed with children but she too loves her nieces and nephews.  She has a neat boyfriend and unfortunately also has experienced cancer but is dealing with some changes in her life, but she too is a survivor and she surprises me often with how she reaches out.  Her toast at Mom's party was wonderful!    Then there is my baby sister, I was already out of the home when she was born and I often teased my Mom by saying she missed me so much, she had to replace me.  This lady is so special and I am so lucky that we are close.  She has 3 great kids and one angel baby in heaven watching over her.  Her husband is a worker and also has two more children that live with them.  Oh my what a busy house!  My sister is a planner and attempts to get it done, but her daughter is the red head who is almost 4 going on 16!  I wish  her luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They all are blessings to me as is my Mother.  We have our ups and downs as most families do, however in good times and bad times we are always there for each other.  It might not be in person but always in spirit and love.  Yes my Gift of Family is a great blessing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-3556340653384098793?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3556340653384098793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=3556340653384098793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3556340653384098793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3556340653384098793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/10/gift-of-famiily.html' title='THE GIFT OF FAMIILY'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-6740216814022127003</id><published>2009-10-09T05:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T06:37:33.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>SHHHH It's A Surprise....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Ss8fVbN7IQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bpFmWVQc99w/s1600-h/2052055757_4e13e12c03_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390561731929645314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 67px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Ss8fVbN7IQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bpFmWVQc99w/s400/2052055757_4e13e12c03_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;.....Yes it is. This weekend we will be celebrating my Mom's 75th birthday. And we are having a surprise party for her at Margiano's a great Italian restaurant. Can we pull it off? I hope so, my sister and her family arrive tonight from Florida and Louisiana, my brother and his family will come in from Indiana and we are "visiting" Mom this weekend because "the McClure Guesthouse is not rented and we need to get away." Or so Mom thinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Coordinating this event has been an event in itself! The original plan was to have a catered party at my sisters new home in Naperville, but due to some personal events happening and our love for our sister we opted for a restaurant venue. Invitations went out and the replies came back and we will be having many of Mom's friends and family attending. Unfortunately her brother could not make it in, but her sister and sister in law will be there. And sadly my Dad's siblings can not make it because my Dad's sister passed away last week and they have gone to her funeral and to be with her children. I am certain though that along with my Dad, Mom's parents and her brother and nephew and in laws many in heaven will be in attendance there own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It is my responsibility to get Mom to the venue on time and without seeing anyone who may arrive late. We are having a luncheon and Mom is not a morning person;  motivating her will be tough! We have given hints all week to her and if she was listening it should work. I am going to have to tell her where we are going and that we have reservations so that may help. So she does not notice familiar cars we will valet park and proceed in to the restaurant. We have to go to the party room which is on the lower level right by the elevator. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Ss8eZvUhp5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/0bmeo7zhLS4/s1600-h/2052055757_4e13e12c03_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fifteen years ago we had a surprise 130th birthday party which was the total of Mom and Dad's years, I think Mom was surprised, but Dad said he had his suspicions. It was a success, my only wish is that this could have been a surprise 160th birthday party, but Dad celebrates in Heaven now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It will be great that we will be together for this time in Mom's life. I just hope she is surprised! Wish us luck and much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-6740216814022127003?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6740216814022127003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=6740216814022127003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/6740216814022127003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/6740216814022127003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/10/shhhh-its-surprise.html' title='SHHHH It&apos;s A Surprise....'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Ss8fVbN7IQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bpFmWVQc99w/s72-c/2052055757_4e13e12c03_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8569055725780549779</id><published>2009-09-30T05:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:08:51.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>Miracles and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SsOVMU9UPyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/I8qND8oyCaI/s1600-h/2310609911_921dd8bb29_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387313618282102562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SsOVMU9UPyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/I8qND8oyCaI/s400/2310609911_921dd8bb29_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monday evening a wonderful couple received two beautiful miracles. They were blessed as I never have been blessed. Am I jealous? No I am thrilled for them! Their little girls will bless their lives and will be a part of mine through the very special relationship we have. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have not been blessed with the miracle of God's gift of children, however I am blessed with those that share their children, my husband, sisters and brother and friends. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dearest friend shared her three children from the beginning, our then spouses were in a band and gone all the time, so we were the "family". We went everywhere, I changed many diapers, rocked many hours, fed many bottles, read many stories and dried many tears, I was "Minnie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt;". These children are adults now and live far away, but I am aware of their achievements through their Mom. They are wonderful young adults.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have 5 great nephews and 7 lovely nieces. They are such unique individuals. My oldest nephew Michael, is very creative, can experience life to the fullest and excels in everything! The next oldest nephew Bill, is also my Godson, he is a college graduate and served his country in Afghanistan and Iraq and now is a Captain in the US Army, a neat brother and a fine young man, I am so proud of him! Joe is the next nephew, he is my gentle giant, he is a college graduate, working on his masters. Joe is a great young man always caring and having fun. When his smile is hidden, his eyes sparkle with the smile within, yes I am blessed to have him as my nephew. Eric is a great young man, he is a Marine and served our country in Iraq. He is a Dad with a beautiful daughter and he is an achiever! I am so lucky to have him in my life. And I am proud to be his aunt. Matthew my youngest nephew is a joy, I enjoy every minute I can be with him and talk with him on the phone. He was lucky enough to begin his life living with his mom and my parents. Dad was a definite influence on Matthew and I see so much of the good Dad instilled in the values Matthew has.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now my nieces; the oldest Samantha has been on the go since she was born, her life is so full of everything, she wants to experience it all and touches many hearts, Maggie is our Free Spirit, watch out 'cause she is going to open every door she can, I always want to grab her and hug her just to get a bit of her energy. Katie my next beautiful niece is in college with an athletic scholarship for softball, her friends and family will tell you she loves life and living! Kerri is a lovely young lady, she is going to go places and if you ever need a great friend she personifies it! Christina is a joy, a real beauty, she is Mike's Godchild, she is the youngest in her family and is also a great friend to all. I am sure her folks will watch her closely because she also will open every door and experience and achieve much. Molly oh my watch out, she is 4 going on 16 and she is a red head, need I say any more except that she too is a real sweetie! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McKenna&lt;/span&gt; is our Ward family's baby &amp;amp; she is two, and with my knowledge so far of her, I find it hard to believe that there will be a "terrible two" stage but with Molly leading the way I don't know. She is a real doll though!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I have mentioned I have shared my husbands two sons for 22 plus years. They are fine young men. Brad a college graduate, is helping in our business. I think he is a kind, smart and loving young man. He is a great asset to our business because as a family member he can nudge us into changes that outside employees almost never could, they say the Lord moves in mysterious ways and I believe this as it related to our business in the past 8 months, Brad joined us, during this time. Jeff is everything I wish I could be kind, generous, happy, loving and one great Dad and husband [well I don't want to be a Dad or husband, so I should say parent &amp;amp; spouse]. His sons, our grandsons are being raised right, Jeff is a hands on Dad for sure! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SsOVYN443fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c-f13aIStJ8/s1600-h/3514006156_29d46441b4_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387313822542913010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SsOVYN443fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c-f13aIStJ8/s400/3514006156_29d46441b4_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that I have written out this blog I realize that I too have Miracles and Love in my life. I must mention too Jamie &amp;amp; Mandy my "surrogate" daughters they are joys in my life! They too were able to nudge us in the business and ended up in our hearts. This blog began because of Jamie and her two new miracles. Clara and Anna who now join Bo and their parents, yes I am thrilled for them all! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God blesses us in so many ways, don't you agree?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-8569055725780549779?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8569055725780549779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8569055725780549779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8569055725780549779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8569055725780549779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/miracles-and-love.html' title='Miracles and Love'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SsOVMU9UPyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/I8qND8oyCaI/s72-c/2310609911_921dd8bb29_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-6731821904838435847</id><published>2009-09-25T07:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:09:18.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>In GOD We Trust.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is on our money, in our churches and it was at one time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;solidly&lt;/span&gt; in my heart.  Yes I did say "at one time", however this changed a bit, in the past few months.  Someone I trusted with my entire being and had good feelings about, broke me.  They took advantage of me, my husband tells me I am an open book and easy to read, which allowed this to happen.  My feelings at first were to "get even", then I decided to "just let it go" and now all I feel is much pity for them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Trust is such a solid feeling and when it crumbles, oh my there is much debris all around!!!  It is difficult to sweep it all away, to leave no reminders.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I guess my husband is correct, however now instead of a paperback book I will become a very heavy hardcover book and not remain too open.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And yes in my heart I will always know &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;In GOD We Trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I thank GOD daily for helping me to renew this feeling and hope that they who tried to break me may be helped by GOD, to become who HE wants them to really be.  They really do not have to watch their back because GOD is, they just need to turn around and greet and accept HIM back in to there lives, and I really hope they do!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-6731821904838435847?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6731821904838435847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=6731821904838435847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/6731821904838435847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/6731821904838435847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-god-we-trust.html' title='In GOD We Trust.....'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-3414797131985876060</id><published>2009-09-17T05:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:04:09.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>This Is Why......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SrJ6BS-H9YI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fN0cSeaDBDU/s1600-h/3060730616_9aca98177a_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382498667352028546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SrJ6BS-H9YI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fN0cSeaDBDU/s400/3060730616_9aca98177a_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;SIMPLY PUT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;.....This is one of the many reasons why I Love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I know I was blessed 22 years ago and there are many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;affirmations daily. It amazes me just how wonderful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;his nature and spirit are. As always I don't need the bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;of reminder sent my way, but I am grateful. When you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;can be with someone 24/7 most generally and get along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;famously you are so lucky and so blessed. I thank GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;so very much that I am married to such a wonderful man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and I just wanted to share, he has a wonderful way of reaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;out and bringing God to me a little more every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Go ahead and look at his blog, my hope is it can touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;as it does me. And you will see "This is Why..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;His Blog can be found at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://contendingforthefaithoncegiven.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://contendingforthefaithoncegiven.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I hope you too are touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Thanks Mike and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Thank you so much God, I am truly blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-3414797131985876060?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3414797131985876060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=3414797131985876060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3414797131985876060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3414797131985876060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-why.html' title='This Is Why......'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SrJ6BS-H9YI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fN0cSeaDBDU/s72-c/3060730616_9aca98177a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8316258915896318064</id><published>2009-09-03T22:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:31:56.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='determination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webs'/><title type='text'>Always Keep Going!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sqg91t_zu8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1k07Xit5wao/s1600-h/3031241481_928a08bee3_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379617747983645634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sqg91t_zu8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1k07Xit5wao/s400/3031241481_928a08bee3_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I live on the lake with my husband, 2 labs, one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;chihuahua and 3 cats and lots of bugs and spiders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There is one particularly special spider and I have named her Ms. Persistent. I meet up with her every day and I do not understand why she returns each day in the same place recreating the web that has to blow away each day that I get in my car and drive to work. When I get to work the web is gone and I imagine Ms. P is hidden away in the mirror on the driver side of my car to rest until the evening when she works really hard to start weaving her web again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Many people do not like spiders, but thanks to one of my favorite childhood books which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Charlotte's Web", spiders are not something that terrorize me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes there are many scary looking and dangerous spiders but most are generally not a danger and they even help out by taking care of mosquitoes and perhaps other varmints that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pesty&lt;/span&gt;. Thankfully I learned to appreciate the good things they do when as a young girl I attended camp and lived with many spiders.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So I do not find it necessary to get rid of Ms.P, today for lunch I went to a drive up to pick up the food and low and behold she had started to spin a new web, well the gal at the drive up panicked as she handed me my drink and noted the web, I assured her it was okay as she practically threw the order at me. Obviously she did NOT LIKE spiders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The point of this blog is that I have been thinking how I should pay attention to Ms.P's determination to continue to weave her web on my car and note that she does not give up! There are many things I want but always they seem to get blown or brushed or even swept away. Perhaps what I need to do, is to be persistent and not give up and perhaps my web will remain and if not, I'll start over once again. It is said, that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if at first you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sqg8f5nKC3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ms-S8n2MlBE/s1600-h/3123725003_16523d60d7_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379616273632725874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sqg8f5nKC3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ms-S8n2MlBE/s200/3123725003_16523d60d7_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; not succeed than try, try again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I guess I will and maybe I will weave a permanent web and achieve all that I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall be Ms. P. and succeed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heat is on and the flowers and grass are shriveling. It has been a pretty good summer weather wise. But now it is heating up and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he pretty flowers and lush lawns need our assistance. We can water them and this will give them a boost and we can continue to enjoy the beauty of GOD'S gift of nature for us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now as I get older, I wish just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a drink of water could revitalize one from shriveling and withering. I know we are told to drink water to keep us going, but what I mean is that will it make us straighter and bring back the beauty we had when we were younger? Wouldn't that be grand!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shrivels is an odd word, don't you agree? But it is very descriptive! The main thing about shriveling is eventually death comes. It is important that we keep watered, it can be by actually water or other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sustenance.&lt;/span&gt; Most importantly is the nourishment we can get from God, it can be from THE WORD, our actions with others and giving our very best in all that we do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;



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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SocWBaMVoMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/He65-EsKgfw/s1600-h/2570977499_024f45a429_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370285294129356994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SocWBaMVoMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/He65-EsKgfw/s400/2570977499_024f45a429_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These things that I mention will make us revitalized and slow down the withering and shriveling. I know I will stand tall and continue on if I do read THE WORD, love my fellow man and attempt to do my &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SocUXPZf8GI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RrbQ_4h-bDY/s1600-h/383789293_43f08aa8e1_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;best in everything. I have started to shrivel lately and I now realize it is time to continue on&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SocU5fldqUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3cL_Ae96CBI/s1600-h/2667100496_9073f4a5d0_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as GOD wants me too. I will be nourished with GOD'S Word, reaching out to others and doing my best! Try it, you too may like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5916232542981412275-8868025184899882398?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8868025184899882398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8868025184899882398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8868025184899882398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8868025184899882398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/shrivels.html' title='Shrivels'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SoYh4FlevVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hIl9S_DCtIk/s72-c/232128642_61334044ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-5437084302272187702</id><published>2009-08-05T23:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:12:02.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Opening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Cream Social'/><title type='text'>You Are Invited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SnpXkW6hYDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_ySNBSSVEAE/s1600-h/OPENHOUSE+AD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366698188103311410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SnpXkW6hYDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_ySNBSSVEAE/s400/OPENHOUSE+AD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;See us on the web at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcclureguesthouse.com/"&gt;www.mcclureguesthouse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-5437084302272187702?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5437084302272187702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=5437084302272187702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5437084302272187702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5437084302272187702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-invited.html' title='You Are Invited!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SnpXkW6hYDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_ySNBSSVEAE/s72-c/OPENHOUSE+AD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-422362274622665379</id><published>2009-07-31T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:20:51.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT HAPPENED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SnOmanjuJ_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/6uDZFlGZbVY/s1600-h/2576971170_da99fbd70e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364814557354010610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SnOmanjuJ_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/6uDZFlGZbVY/s200/2576971170_da99fbd70e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sometimes do you look in the mirror and think, &lt;strong&gt;oh my, what happened&lt;/strong&gt;? Or sometimes do you think about something very sad and think, &lt;strong&gt;oh my, what happened&lt;/strong&gt;? Sometimes do you get really, really mad and then when it is all said and done, feelings are hurt, friendships damaged or even families ripped apart do you turn around and think, &lt;strong&gt;oh my, what happened&lt;/strong&gt;? Sometimes do things go on in your life that can change your whole reason for living and you think, &lt;strong&gt;oh my, what happened&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The saying &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Think before you act"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; should hold true in most of these instances. I guess I am really going to put that statement into action and then I will be able to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am so glad that happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So to all my friends and family I will say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Try it, you may just like it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you know I believe our lives will improve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-422362274622665379?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/422362274622665379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=422362274622665379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/422362274622665379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/422362274622665379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happened.html' title='WHAT HAPPENED?'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SnOmanjuJ_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/6uDZFlGZbVY/s72-c/2576971170_da99fbd70e_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-3171958025304942425</id><published>2009-07-22T07:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:14:38.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasures'/><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;"Surrogate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spieth&lt;/span&gt; Daughter"&lt;/em&gt; is moving on from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt; this week. And we will sorely miss her. She has been an important part of our lives for the last 11 years. My how time flies! She entered our lives as a candidate for the RC Fair Queen the summer before her Senior year in high school. Then she had us take her Senior pictures and Mike had an instant liking, especially when she "talked" about her passion for President Regan and the Republican Party. Then we asked her to work for us and she came to work for us through the work study program at school. I had to grade her and always gave her the best grade. She tolerated coming into a business where we actually had adult&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; "mean girls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that tried to get her out, and it did not work, the three of us were able to blow them off. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jealousy&lt;/span&gt; is an AWFUL emotion for sure! And very difficult for a teen to have to deal with, when there was no real reason. She continued to work for us weekends when she went to college...thank goodness and also introduced us to her great friend who also became a wonderful employee thus the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SPIETH&lt;/span&gt; DAUGHTERS" were born! Her birthday appropriately is on the Fourth Of July as she is a little &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;firecracker&lt;/span&gt;! And since the summer of 1999 we have celebrated with her. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Last year was an exception as we had to photograph the wedding of another "daughter" in Pennsylvania. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;[She tried to come, but found it to be difficult with an 8 month old son.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;The summer of 2001 she tried for the RC Fair Queen again and got First Runner Up this was enough ammo to try a third time and thus in 2002 she became Queen. Mind you Mike made any girl that has worked for us and tried for the crown walk many miles in their pageant shoes in our studio, so he likes to think he helped. And she took herself and her speech the "third times the charm" and competed at state and became MISS ILLINOIS COUNTY FAIR 2003. We were so proud, many people at state thought Mike was the "proud papa" just taking many pictures and you know he was, in a certain way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;At the end of her reign she was busy planning her wedding to her Knight in Shining Armor, and he is a gem. On Valentines day 2004 she became his bride in a lovely wedding at Starved Rock &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;State&lt;/span&gt; Park. As their life together evolved she taught at her Alma Mater from 2003 through the first semester of the the 2009 year. They blessed their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; and friends in 2007 with a wonderful son named Bo. And he is a joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;But now their life is heading up the road on a new path. They are having twin girls in September and this week they are leaving Olney and moving to a town near where they were married. I will be selfish and say how sad I am to see them go. We have had many wonderful visits with Bo this past year and he is comfortable visitung the studio. And even though I did not see or talk with Jamie every day, I was able to drive by her home and send her my thoughts and prayers and love daily as I looked at her house knowing she most generally was tucked inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Moving on is a part of life and I did it back in 1972 when I came south to Mattoon and as the years passed continued south to now be in Olney. Jamie has said it is not that far away but it is, she won't be just down the road, she will be WAY UP THE ROAD. Miles between are difficult, but thru the internet and phone calls we can be in touch. I will really miss knowing she is not near, I guess she is more than a surrogate daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;I will miss you so very much, but I am sure you will always be a part of our life. So I won't say good bye, I&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SmeA31aFv1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/WWpHt7Es1cc/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Bo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361395578125533010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SmeA31aFv1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/WWpHt7Es1cc/s200/Mommy+and+Bo+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will say See You Soon! And also, thanks so much for being a very important part of my life! All these memories and many others with you will be treasured forever! And I am certain there will be more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-3171958025304942425?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3171958025304942425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=3171958025304942425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3171958025304942425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3171958025304942425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SmeA31aFv1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/WWpHt7Es1cc/s72-c/Mommy+and+Bo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-4111161944262312891</id><published>2009-07-16T23:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:30:23.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McClure Guesthouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Openng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Cream Social'/><title type='text'>WE ARE OPEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At last The McClure Guesthouse is open!&lt;/strong&gt; We have completed the decorating and have shown it to a few potential Guests. We hosted a dinner on July 5th for The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Richland&lt;/span&gt; County Fair Queen Contestants,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sl_8sTFWsII/AAAAAAAAANo/a_DPg-zfn4U/s1600-h/DSC_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359279919561355394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sl_8sTFWsII/AAAAAAAAANo/a_DPg-zfn4U/s200/DSC_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; their Mothers and the Pageant Committee. It went well and the ladies were happy to take the tour. As an added comment, this years contestants were a great bunch of girls and did a super job at the Pageant! And I want to Congratulate the new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Richland&lt;/span&gt; County Fair 2009 - Malory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steber&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will be having our Grand Opening on Sunday August 9th. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OLNEY&lt;/span&gt; ARTS COUNCIL will be assisting with tours of The McClure Guesthouse and an Ice Cream Social will be held on the lawn. All proceeds from the Grand Opening will benefit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt; Arts Council. And as a Special Touch the Council Members giving the tours will be dressed in Victorian Clothing from the late 1800 era (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which was when the Guesthouse was built).&lt;/span&gt; It will be a Step Back In Time For Sure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Restoration makes my dream come true, my hope is that for all that will lease this Guesthouse will feel as I did when I first stepped foot in the home, Safe, Secure and "At Home". I invite you all to come, see and feel the beauty of this "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home away from home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, be sure to click on the picture of the Guesthouse to go to our Website, for a few more sneak peeks of the interior.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We had a wonderful visit and I wish it could have been longer. They had to get back home to take care of business and health appointments. As it was, we got them to stay an extra week. Many days were spent getting &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The McClure Guesthouse&lt;/span&gt; ready to open. I am soooo glad they were here to help, who would ever be able to think of everything?? In a previous blog I talked about the shopping excursion that is a memory I will always treasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Now I feel I need to call Nancy often for her thoughts and input and I will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The McClure Guesthouse became &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A GIFT OF LOVE&lt;/span&gt; about 3 years ago when my husband agreed that we could restore the home and have this Guesthouse. When we purchased the home in 1990 it took us 20 minutes to decide, yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It felt like the home I always wanted and I have lived in many since I left my home in Evanston for my freshman year in college, and that has been 14 homes to be exact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When we left our 215 home (the McClure Home) in 2003 to live in our current Cypress home I was sad, so much so that I never really moved out totally. I just could not let go. There were a few people interested in "seeing" the house and thankfully that was all, they just "saw" it nothing else. I am sure it was overwhelming to think about restoring it. But it is now a beautifully restored home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Once again I must mention Kuenstler Construction who did the renovation with such detail and I am sure now they must have &lt;em&gt;a bit of love for this old gem&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE IT&lt;/span&gt;! And those that have had an early peek, say the love it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The McClure Guesthouse will be a home full of love for all who stay here and I think it is because everyone that has been involved (even just a little bit) in the restoration, &lt;em&gt;Mike, my Mom, Mike's Parents, Kathy (my sister), Brad, Jeff, Reagan, Emery &amp;amp; Lynden, Bobbie, Judi Lippert, Jean, Laura &amp;amp; John,   the Kuenstler's, Jon Racklin and of course even me&lt;/em&gt;, put a bit of love into it, to make it what it is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So, welcome to all who want a unique place to stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;This home is a Gift Of Love! And I am so glad that we can share it! We are so blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An Grand Opening  will be held August 9th, and we will share this Love with all who attend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-4786550088821171911?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4786550088821171911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=4786550088821171911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4786550088821171911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4786550088821171911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/gift-of-love.html' title='A GIFT OF LOVE'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SkrV4xaWMCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5JqW7183mQg/s72-c/chamber+McClure+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-3939669368818555169</id><published>2009-06-23T05:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:59:56.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dad'/><title type='text'>The Angels Must Be Having A Bowling Tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SkCxeX_PCAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AVcHhVtimHI/s1600-h/3107781200_304e9986ef_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;When I was small and the thunderstorms rolled in I tended to be anxious and frightened. My Dad would sooth me by stating that "God's Angels are bowling". Well this would calm me down and pay attention to the Angels game, rather than fear the storm. I assume I accepted this statement as Dad was an avid bowler. He bowled on Monday evenings and then often Mom and Dad bowled on Saturday evenings. And he loved it! So much so that as I recall, he bowled up to when he became ill with cancer. Since he "knew" about and loved bowling I just took it for granted that he "knew" the Angels were bowling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Now that I am older I seem to have forgotten about the Angels bowling and get very nervous and once again, &lt;u&gt;I do not like thunderstorms&lt;/u&gt;. Lately we have had way too many thunderstorms, just the other evening one was occurring and Mike, his Parents and I along with our 4.8 lb. chihuahua Rico, were sitting in the living room in the early evening as one took over. We were noting just how nervous Rico was and a loud clap came and I jumped out of the chair, everyone laughed and Rico trembled! Then they blamed me for his fear. However since the earthquake last year Rico has been very nervous at rumblings, so it really was not me that made him tremble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;As I sit here jotting this down and waiting for dawn, it is once again thundering and Rico is on my lap trembling at each "strike the Angels are making". I guess the Angels must be having one huge, lengthy bowling tournament during these past couple of weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;I bet, my Dad is either rooting for,  no "strike" that, I bet, that he is on a team. You know, thinking this way makes me realize that, yes, the Angels are bowling and in one heck of a tournament! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;You go Dad and thanks for the reminder that yes, ........................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God's Angels are bowling and You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;are on their team!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SkCxpS8kmiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4g0sanyjAig/s1600-h/3107781200_304e9986ef_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350471680334797346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 651px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SkCxpS8kmiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4g0sanyjAig/s200/3107781200_304e9986ef_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5916232542981412275-3939669368818555169?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3939669368818555169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=3939669368818555169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3939669368818555169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3939669368818555169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/angels-must-be-having-bowling.html' title='The Angels Must Be Having A Bowling Tournament'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SkCxRGuEqmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QoUoPicwpNU/s72-c/192324475_b5248b2ede_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-4444954922035637606</id><published>2009-06-17T21:51:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:18:05.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>SHOP UNTIL YOU DROP?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sjm8yUwAU8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/akhQpGrgGAc/s1600-h/2388294552_cb5c4b2b00_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348513605228712898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sjm8yUwAU8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/akhQpGrgGAc/s200/2388294552_cb5c4b2b00_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me lately, I think I am helping to recharge the batteries. Furniture, curtains, linens, bedding, dishes, pots, pans, glasses, cutlery and so much more! Whew, I can not wait to stop! Sure wish when you opened a venue such as ours, we could have had a housewarming shower, I think opening gifts would be so much more fun than shopping day in and day out. I can not believe I feel this way, but I am ready for the Guesthouse to be complete, yet I keep thinking "oh, we need this or oh, we need that".&lt;/div&gt;



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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have tried our best to shop locally to help our community's economy, but sometimes it just is not here, thus we have made trips to many antique stores throughout the area, looking for just the right piece for this room or just the perfect picture for that room. &lt;/div&gt;



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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This evening we took a quick trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vincennes&lt;/span&gt;, for fabric for some cushions Mike's Mother, Nancy is going to help with. Mike and Jim (his Father) went with and as we walked through the store the cashier commented that our "menfolk" looked as if they were tired of shopping and yes they were! &lt;/div&gt;



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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sjm7EG2GJzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BOvhJY6j9gg/s1600-h/3623036437_a6e5982807_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511711710553906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sjm7EG2GJzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BOvhJY6j9gg/s200/3623036437_a6e5982807_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday Nancy and I went shopping for bedding, linens, and kitchen things. We had a blast, however Nancy did comment that spending money was getting to her, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; We laughed, when we took our carts up to the front of the store and the clerks eyes about popped out, when we asked if we could leave the full carts up front and take additional carts to fill. They asked if were we opening up a hotel and we told them "uh, yes sort of". As we continued shopping I overheard one clerk say "well, I have made my quota for the day". So glad to help!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;



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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am so happy that Nancy &amp;amp; Jim have come up from Dallas, but two weeks is not enough time. They have some pretty good ideas for bits and pieces to add to the house. And Nancy knows her antiques! They will head back home on Monday. Sunday is Father's Day and we will have the first dinner at the McClure Guesthouse. I can not wait and it will be, just one more lovely memory we have in this very special home of ours. And soon, we will share this home with many, so they too can have good memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;



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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The McClure Guesthouse is almost complete, we will have our Grand Opening in July. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OLNEY&lt;/span&gt; ARTS COUNCIL is going to help us as we host an Ice Cream Social on the Lawn along with tours and a bit of the history of the 1872 McClure Home, given by Arts Council Members. Watch for the announcement and come and make your own &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;special step back in time&lt;/span&gt;, memory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&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/5916232542981412275-4444954922035637606?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4444954922035637606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=4444954922035637606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4444954922035637606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4444954922035637606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/shop-until-you-drop.html' title='SHOP UNTIL YOU DROP?????'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sjm8yUwAU8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/akhQpGrgGAc/s72-c/2388294552_cb5c4b2b00_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-7512703929010981590</id><published>2009-06-09T20:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:40:12.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Si8hvbjLmJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kAwQCty5mA0/s1600-h/1945728755_7a8d77ec07_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345528381444954258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Si8hvbjLmJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kAwQCty5mA0/s200/1945728755_7a8d77ec07_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family is an essential part of my life. I am blessed to have 5 great siblings. Tim is my favorite brother and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KathyPattiMaureenBetsey&lt;/span&gt; is (are) my favorite sister(s). [How would you really choose just one to be your favorite, when they all are really special and unique to me]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have also been blessed in my life to have 21 great aunts and uncles and 30 pretty neat cousins. Then there are 12 really wonderful nieces and nephews. And of course 4 wonderful grandparents and then my own very special parents. And in heaven now are, all of my grandparents, eight of my aunts and/or uncles, two of my cousins and my very special heavenly angel, my Dad. They reside there and watch out for all of us still here on earth. And I have no doubt that they all are in heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spieth&lt;/span&gt; side, besides my wonderful husband, there are two step sons,one step daughter in law, two step grandsons, two brother in laws, one sister in law and one nephew. Along with my great mother in law and father in law. The men on this side rule as you can tell! And all of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spieth's&lt;/span&gt; are blessings and still here on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So as you can tell Family is an essential part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But you must never (and I don't) take them for granted, because in the blink of an eye they may be gone from this earth never to be an earthly being in my life. To me it is important to reach out and touch base with them to let them know how much they mean to you! It only takes a minute and in this day and age with land lines, cell phones and Internet my family is just a "touch pad" away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Si8h8Jywu8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/KZJCzSIvEN0/s1600-h/3514068076_ce3ae6babb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345528600016763842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Si8h8Jywu8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/KZJCzSIvEN0/s200/3514068076_ce3ae6babb_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So as was a saying when I was young be sure to "reach out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;just reach out and touch someone" special [a Family member, perhaps] to you today. After all Family is what you are blessed with no matter how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;large&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it is. And I am so very thankful for my family! I just may reach out and touch them today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5916232542981412275-7512703929010981590?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7512703929010981590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=7512703929010981590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7512703929010981590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7512703929010981590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/family.html' title='FAMILY'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Si8hvbjLmJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kAwQCty5mA0/s72-c/1945728755_7a8d77ec07_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-4360548017215832203</id><published>2009-06-03T23:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:59:48.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainy Day Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Scouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecology'/><title type='text'>You Gotta Have FAITH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SikvqSUzwYI/AAAAAAAAALg/yavm4iOlheg/s1600-h/490599181_c7e748fca6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343854836371931522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SikvqSUzwYI/AAAAAAAAALg/yavm4iOlheg/s200/490599181_c7e748fca6_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It rained today and got chilly. I suppose that would have been okay, but this was our final day of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;GIRL SCOUT It's Your Planet-Save It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;, Day Camp. Our plans included fire safety and fire building. In addition we had an outdoor Ecology exercise planned, as well as many other outdoor activities; including a cookout. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My phone rang early this AM around 7-7:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and the voice said "Do you think we should cancel or postpone the event?" I had put RAIN or SHINE on the permission slip, so this was not an option. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Girl Scouts here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Richland&lt;/span&gt; County have been fortunate, our city has allowed us to utilize the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Musgrove&lt;/span&gt; property for many Scouting programs. It has a house that we use for meetings and activities, so the Day Camp was moved indoors, sort of. We were learning about Ecology today, had a craft project, songs and then the fire building/safety activity which we had out in the garage, out of the rain and wind. Around noon it became chilly and many of the girls were not prepared with coats and they were cold! So again being indoors helped. Our cookout became an indoor meal prepared by the leaders and we were lucky to have a cooker and microwave.....clearly not camping gear but if you can't pass you gotta punt! The girls were able to eat in the garage area (it is more of an attached carport) and be "outdoors" and then we began the ecology lessons and crafts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You never know what will happen with such a big change in plans, but you "gotta have faith" that it will work out. Youngsters are very adaptable and being inside, having to take off your shoes and sit in a circle to "learn" about ecology and not being outside, experiencing the lesson did work. Playing Little Sally Walker was one game they really wanted to play, but alas it really is not an indoor game because it is so loud and needs much room. Yet they had fun, of course songs always help, and we had such fun with them, I was able to recall many songs that I had learned at camp. I was able to share them and it did not matter if I had the greatest voice, we had fun and sang loud!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One of our leaders passed away this year and in her memory we gave the Poison Ivy Spirit Memorial Award, to a girl in each age group that really followed the Girl Scout Laws in all that we did this week; it was interesting to see how the girls worked for this, it was hard to decide just who deserved it, but we chose two good girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We also had a "time out" room, just in case any girl needed to get back in control and although some did have to be reigned in, not one girl sat in the time out room. My husband thought this was quite liberal of me....NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Remember "YOU GOTTA HAVE FAITH"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-4360548017215832203?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4360548017215832203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=4360548017215832203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4360548017215832203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4360548017215832203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-gotta-have-faith.html' title='You Gotta Have FAITH!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SikvqSUzwYI/AAAAAAAAALg/yavm4iOlheg/s72-c/490599181_c7e748fca6_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-5522326881242140036</id><published>2009-05-27T04:39:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:56:32.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guest House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian Home'/><title type='text'>EXTREME MAKEOVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you watch &lt;strong&gt;Extreme Makeover&lt;/strong&gt;? If you do or even if you don't, the start of the new beginning is when the contractor hands over the keys &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sh0UyMwZuvI/AAAAAAAAALA/opQxgSfVJRw/s1600-h/3486559495_21edc1bda5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340447585781529330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sh0UyMwZuvI/AAAAAAAAALA/opQxgSfVJRw/s200/3486559495_21edc1bda5_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Ty yells "People let's move the furniture in" or something like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe we have created a home that you will be able to step back in time and enjoy, with modern day conveniences. We hope that our community will be glad we have preserved a bit of history and utilize it for overnight guests, and for functions. It is our pleasure to share it and open it to the public.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my, it sure has been something to search these past few months for the many "old" furnishings we will put into the home. Yes, some will be authentic and some replicas but we are wanting to create a home that will be quite a bit as it was in the late 19Th Century. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometime soon we will reintroduce this home to Olney with a Victorian Tea Party, tours of the home and a power point of the renovation will be available at this function. In the future it is our intention, that we will have special events for the public such as tea parties and old time Ice cream socials as well as additional events for the community to enjoy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sh0Wjfm28sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_mtbbOplvEo/s1600-h/chamber+McClure+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sh4LHcbUlWI/AAAAAAAAALY/igwtc-VnSnI/s1600-h/chamber+McClure+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340718430625764706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sh4LHcbUlWI/AAAAAAAAALY/igwtc-VnSnI/s200/chamber+McClure+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are excited with our EXTREME MAKEOVER and hope the community of Olney is too! Come and "Step back in time" when you did not have to live a constant "hustle bustle" life, where you could sit on the porch, enjoy a glass of lemonade, watch the world around you and enjoy all the gifts and blessings that you have been given. We are blessed and want to share these blessings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-5522326881242140036?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5522326881242140036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=5522326881242140036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5522326881242140036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5522326881242140036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/extreme-makeover.html' title='EXTREME MAKEOVER'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sh0UyMwZuvI/AAAAAAAAALA/opQxgSfVJRw/s72-c/3486559495_21edc1bda5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-7424442422677904354</id><published>2009-05-16T07:03:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:59:52.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Just Listen and Watch.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sg7Z24DV5bI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ra_ccNGDL5o/s1600-h/1504018283_2d05090871_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336442145263183282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sg7Z24DV5bI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ra_ccNGDL5o/s200/1504018283_2d05090871_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I love to wake up early and just listen and watch as the day begins. The hush of night comes alive as the light breaks. We live on the lake and it is wonderful to begin my day here. Our living room is situated with windows on the east and the sun porch on the west. The lake is open on the west and through the fence row on the east. First, the hush is broken by frogs and other creature noises, then as the dawn breaks, oh my, the many beautiful songs of the birds begin. Robins, cardinals, blue jays&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sg7atevSxhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ILjDZl8Geao/s1600-h/926137418_7c7c778fbe_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336443083361011218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sg7atevSxhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ILjDZl8Geao/s200/926137418_7c7c778fbe_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, sparrows, red winged blackbirds, finches and many other types sing with joy as the day begins. Even woodpeckers break the silence. We have two woodpeckers close by and this year they have moved from the east side to the west side. And of course there are the geese and ducks sometimes quite noisy but as the spring turns to summer they are not as prominent, probably many have headed north.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;As the sun rises the beauty of God's creation is revealed, the ripples on the lake, the dew drops on the leaves and grass, the beauty as the sun touches the tree tops, how can you have a bad day with such a lovely beginning? Even on cloudy mornings there is much beauty, in the spring, it is lush here and full of life with so much to appreciate. Yes, I thank God every day for this gift, just how can I have a bad day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I recommend that if you ever get the chance, don't sleep in, start your day with God's early morning gift, the beauty and sounds of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-7424442422677904354?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7424442422677904354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=7424442422677904354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7424442422677904354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7424442422677904354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-listen-and-watch.html' title='Just Listen and Watch.....'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sg7Z24DV5bI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ra_ccNGDL5o/s72-c/1504018283_2d05090871_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-1063418415045762631</id><published>2009-05-11T06:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:57:45.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILEY-GRUMPY-DOPEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SggStljRTsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/F5q0rENh688/s1600-h/2893462051_31c85ed7cf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334534333003812546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SggStljRTsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/F5q0rENh688/s200/2893462051_31c85ed7cf_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Words, descriptions, characters the above are all of these. Today they describe me and perhaps always are akin to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Smiles are essential in my line of business, in my attitude to the world, in my answer to unhappiness and "just because" I don't want too many wisdom lines (my name for wrinkles). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I hate to be Grumpy, but as many know, I can be and so can you, we all have "bad" moments and then it makes us this way, but experience a Smile during this time and voila being Grumpy can disappear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Oh yes, I can feel really Dopey at times. And I am sure this is a way many of us have felt, however as a result of this I can feel Grumpy or I can Smile and it makes my Dopiness seem more acceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I love the 7 Dwarfs and relate to them daily, as I am sure many of us do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So don't be Bashful just ask Doc as you are being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sneezy&lt;/span&gt;, why you feel Grumpy and Dopey, perhaps he will advise that this is why you are Sleepy but take a nap and then you will be Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SggZLl7SvvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RT2Gf9ijPGQ/s1600-h/3038322181_32d5bb5f20_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334541445570412274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SggZLl7SvvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RT2Gf9ijPGQ/s200/3038322181_32d5bb5f20_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Oh yes, and by the way SMILEY is my private dwarf, an essential part of my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;After all note my blog title. Hope this makes you Smile!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-1063418415045762631?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1063418415045762631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=1063418415045762631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/1063418415045762631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/1063418415045762631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/smiley-grumpy-dopey.html' title='SMILEY-GRUMPY-DOPEY'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SggStljRTsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/F5q0rENh688/s72-c/2893462051_31c85ed7cf_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8310652417578727323</id><published>2009-05-05T07:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:27:24.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>It really is a SMALL WORLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SgA8bLykGBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qMsIKmFX6zw/s1600-h/204252734_fba1eb1bb5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332328396525672466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SgA8bLykGBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qMsIKmFX6zw/s200/204252734_fba1eb1bb5_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was young,  Europe, Africa and even Alaska were so very far away from my place in the "burbs" of Chicago. We learned about the "Wide World" from bits and pieces on the news at night or in the newspapers. Encyclopedias were important as well as the library to seek out countries in South America, info about the Arctic and even about New York or Washington DC.
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&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now at the flick of a button we can really experience all of these pieces of the world via the Internet. I wonder now how it is for school children to really learn about the mysteries of these countries and places when it is so "easy" to "check it out". No more mystery and excitement of discovery, "just Google" it and there it is.







Can you imagine what our world would have been like if Christopher Columbus "just Googled" our continent. Or the Pilgrims "just googled" the new world and decided "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not for us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Part of the experience of learning for me, was always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the search&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the right information for the project I was working on, and I learned so much more with this way of searching versus "googling", because along the way different paths of information were there for my learning and discovery.







Now children "google" and find ONLY the info they need, how sad.....and now yes, I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that it&lt;/span&gt; will be for them "a small world" because with the Internet, exact information is stored right there, and it can be limited to just what you want to know, no extra avenues or paths to experience and learn about [unless you "google" more], how sad for students these days and so very easy and small. &lt;/span&gt;







&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes it is a "small world" don't you agree?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-8310652417578727323?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8310652417578727323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8310652417578727323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8310652417578727323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8310652417578727323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-really-is-small-world.html' title='It really is a SMALL WORLD!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SgA8bLykGBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qMsIKmFX6zw/s72-c/204252734_fba1eb1bb5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-6328029529592527606</id><published>2009-04-30T06:05:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:51:24.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>LOOK AROUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Look around and what do you see? Today on the way to work I counted &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SfmPrYGbn0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/79Acv0FtV3I/s1600-h/3410776117_6b19bcdbce_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330449609336266562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SfmPrYGbn0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/79Acv0FtV3I/s200/3410776117_6b19bcdbce_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the different colors of nature that were all around me and I counted [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;in the long three mile drive], 26 different colors in flowers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt; leaves and ground cover. It was so nice to be able to look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;around and appreciate these colors, especially since it was such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;dreary day. I love spring and I love fall and you know I am sure it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;because of the colors of each season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SfmPYIfiqcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/btEtFekQNxo/s1600-h/400172960_fd15ba74be_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330449278729103810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SfmPYIfiqcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/btEtFekQNxo/s200/400172960_fd15ba74be_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe when God created the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;world he must have had one huge art pallet with oodles of color choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;



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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Now we have so many things in our lives which require choosing color: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;paint for your home or business, cars, hair, clothing, nail polish, jewelry, make up and even food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you recall in the Wizard Of Oz when Dorothy stepped out of her home into OZ, what a difference it made that the movie was then in color? That to me was a great way to let us really appreciate color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;This weekend we are photographing a Prom and the Prom Committee made a request that we offer regular color photographs and the choice of Black and White with "Color Wash" only in the background flowers, it should be interesting to tally up the choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;It will be their choice and it will be unique, but I wonder how many will make the "Color Wash" photograph choice over the traditional color photograph. Especially with all the choices of colors for the beautiful prom gowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't get me wrong when done right there is nothing like the rich, classic Black and White portrait, but then God gave us color too and we can have beautiful color portraits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Take a moment and look around, how many &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in nature do you see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Be sure to Thank God, I did :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-6328029529592527606?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6328029529592527606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=6328029529592527606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/6328029529592527606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/6328029529592527606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-around.html' title='LOOK AROUND'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SfmPrYGbn0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/79Acv0FtV3I/s72-c/3410776117_6b19bcdbce_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-2594616752965946487</id><published>2009-04-19T06:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:23:13.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceremonies'/><title type='text'>LOVE  The Natural Thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday as with many Saturdays, we photographed a wedding. The day was beautiful. This was good as the venue for the Wedding was outdoors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friday evening we went to the rehearsal and I am thankful that we did because this was a totally new type of wedding ceremony for us. The couple was from the state of Washington, they found us via the Internet and with a recommendation from Chris' (the Groom) Grandmother. The wedding was taking place at Chris' Grandmother's farm. A home place where Chris had many wonderful memories and wanted to add one more I am sure. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SesaOwRAjQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LQTpMTlI7x0/s1600-h/130560174_7540056ce8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326379825072475394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SesaOwRAjQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LQTpMTlI7x0/s200/130560174_7540056ce8_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The wedding took place by a very old and beautiful, sturdy oak tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There were numerous rituals that were part of the ceremony, it proved to be something quite interesting to experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, I am glad that we attended the rehearsal on Friday evening along with the intimate gathering of family and friends that were very special to the couple. We learned just how the ceremony would unveil. It was vitally important to the couple that through our photography, this wonderful day would be preserved for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just as with any different type of experience, we had a difficult time accepting such a unique wedding ceremony. Communing with Mother Nature, Father Sky and the Mighty Oak as the altar,  seemed hard to grasp as a true wedding venue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;However as the hours have passed since the wedding, I find myself respecting this couples true love of nature and most certainly of each other. I truly feel ignorant and small when I realize I found myself initially amused at this couples choice of Ceremony celebration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was beautiful and so much THEIR OWN, how lovely that they were able to have exactly what they wanted, utilizing the gifts we have all been given. It was not necessary to rent a hall for the reception, and God's gift to all of us is the beauty of nature, so why not have your ceremony and celebration in his beautiful setting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, I was apprehensive about an outdoor wedding in April, but GOD blessed them with a beautiful day. Culture seems to insist a wedding in a church is essential, but you know GOD gave us nature and it's beauty, not buildings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SesasbgAUuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zGIlunGYSro/s1600-h/184448011_7addbe3574_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326380334894306018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SesasbgAUuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zGIlunGYSro/s200/184448011_7addbe3574_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And remember....... Man &amp;amp; Woman did begin in the Garden of Eden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-2594616752965946487?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2594616752965946487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=2594616752965946487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/2594616752965946487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/2594616752965946487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-natural-thing.html' title='LOVE  The Natural Thing!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SesaOwRAjQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LQTpMTlI7x0/s72-c/130560174_7540056ce8_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-1189717968977841451</id><published>2009-04-09T19:48:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T06:57:04.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resurrection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EASTER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>REMEMBER WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sd6i0itz-zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1OZJR0sAJ6I/s1600-h/2125191331_27940e7004_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322870833154358066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sd6i0itz-zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1OZJR0sAJ6I/s200/2125191331_27940e7004_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just about 3 and half months ago we celebrated Christmas, the birth of Christ what a joyous time of the year and not because of Santa's gifts but because of GOD'S Gift to us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are now about to celebrate the joy of Easter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But today through Saturday is a time for reflection of what &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happened to GOD'S gift to us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The back stabbing, the lies, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the torture and finally the death of Jesus Christ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My, my it sounds a lot like the world we live in today, doesn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This Sunday Christians will celebrate the Resurrection of our Lord,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALLELUIA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When do you suppose we will celebrate the Resurrection of our World, and return to the Peace, Love and Joy that GOD wanted us to have in our world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The star in the sky is still there; those of us who attend Church or Synagogue, know our Shepherds; perhaps there are still Wise Men about; and yes there still is you, me and GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Sunday when you are in church celebrating Easter and all it's meaning or even during &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passover when you are in Synagogue take time to think and Celebrate with Hope, for a future full of love, peace and joy with our Lord. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will be doing just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you GOD for being there with us and for us, always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-1189717968977841451?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1189717968977841451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=1189717968977841451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/1189717968977841451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/1189717968977841451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-why.html' title='REMEMBER WHY'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sd6i0itz-zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1OZJR0sAJ6I/s72-c/2125191331_27940e7004_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8292705969613476202</id><published>2009-03-31T07:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:47:41.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>CAPTURED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suppose you think I am going to write about something, someone or myself being captured. Perhaps that is right. My way of capture is with one of my cameras. I have been fortunate in the past 31 years (oh my that sounds so long!) to capture thousands of people, numerous animals and a multitude of nature and scenic photographs. I think that calling this a "job" is unfortunate, because I enjoy this aspect of my "job" immensely. Of course all of the nitty gritty details to accomplish the delivery of the product we create is tedious, however the end of it results in such satisfaction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SdIW3SEi8wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UOuIzpPgaI8/s1600-h/1431331585_cbd762d25b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319339248877499138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SdIW3SEi8wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UOuIzpPgaI8/s400/1431331585_cbd762d25b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The art of Capture is such fun and very thought provoking. Creating the image can and usually does take planning, the best part is the actual capture and end result, a photograph which creates a memory, that can touch your heart. At least that is my intent. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;When a disaster takes place (tornado, hurricane, flood, fire) and you may see on the TV the people affected, many say they were able to save their photographs or perhaps they lost their photographs. For me this shows that these images they saved or lost were so very important, a preservation of a memory .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;In this day of Digital photography capture is so much easier, however it is making people comfortable. It is essential to get a hard copy of the image because......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;......a camera can break, be lost or stolen. A memory card can fail and because of the newness of digital imagery saving to a hard drive, CD or DVD may not be permanent. Please make sure to get a picture you can hold in your hand, frame or put in an album.  It will then become a permanent memory for you to share with the future. Please do not wait, because any of the above can happen at any time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;OK enough lecturing. It is such a joy to see peoples faces when I present their photographs to them. My husband is very gifted as a photographer I suppose you could say it is in his blood, being third generation and all. I am so lucky to have learned most of what I know from him. We are fortunate to be able to Capture Memories for others, in our Studio literature we call it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Memory Insurance"&lt;/span&gt; and I really believe it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;We connect with many people at the time of the loss of a loved one. They need a picture of their loved one for the funeral or for themselves. I am sorry for people at this time in their life. However, I am thankful we can give them this memory we have created. To be able to see a little glimmer of comfort when I give them their photograph lets me hope that they will be able to get through this very sad time, a bit easier with this picture of their loved one. And because of the photograph, the memory will be with them always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;I have many photographs of my Dad at work and at home, often I look at them for comfort, encouragement and even advice. The picture is a piece of my Dad and I am so happy Mike &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;captured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;him for me, such a treasured gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;I am sure you all are thankful for the pictures you have, to keep memories, yours forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-8292705969613476202?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8292705969613476202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8292705969613476202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8292705969613476202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8292705969613476202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/captured.html' title='CAPTURED'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SdIW3SEi8wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UOuIzpPgaI8/s72-c/1431331585_cbd762d25b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-848152267954861224</id><published>2009-03-24T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:27:14.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niece'/><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/ScmyXBU2prI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E9AO0myKl9g/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316976943650219698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/ScmyXBU2prI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E9AO0myKl9g/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-848152267954861224?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/848152267954861224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=848152267954861224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/848152267954861224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/848152267954861224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday_24.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/ScmyXBU2prI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E9AO0myKl9g/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-1441768346974397889</id><published>2009-03-22T07:29:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:47:22.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIme flies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April Fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks to God'/><title type='text'>Turn Around and Where Has It Gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Scbr5lBBGzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JzA7pnj92q4/s1600-h/IMG_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;"TIME FLIES", yes it does. In 10 days I will have been blessed to have been the wife of Mike for 22 years! It seems like it was just last week that we headed out with our secret. We were going to Gatlinburg, Tennessee to "tie the knot"; no one except Mike's sons and my sister Patti, knew we were doing this. We had our announcements to send out and our clothing, rings and video camera to capture the ceremony. I had just returned home from 7 days in Florida with my sister Patti and my 2 month old nephew Joey, his Dad was away so I had helped out and threw everyone off from our secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Mike and I left on Sunday and arrived on Monday at the courthouse in Sievereville to get our marriage license and send out our announcements, so they would arrive on April Fool's day.....our wedding day. I joke that we got married on April Fool's day 'cause "only fools fall in love" but you know, I do not feel foolish at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Now back to "time flies" ....that 2 month old nephew is now a handsome, charming 22 year old, we are grandparents, have 2 great sons, 14 additional nieces and nephews and one great niece. Four Surrogate daughters, a great church family and many great friends. Last year was our 25th year of being owners of our photography business, and we are about to begin a new business, the McClure Guesthouse. Of course there have been sad/bad times...loss of family members and dear friends, illness, business problems, but the good times far outweigh the bad and we are lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Over the past three weeks Mike and I have been apart quite a bit. It is amazing just how slow that time flew. We are back on track now, together almost 24/7, many people find it hard to believe we can be together so much and have such a great marriage, but I can honestly say it does work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Scbtoxpc5uI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ctoILM72odQ/s1600-h/IMG_0156A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316197694935197410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Scbtoxpc5uI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ctoILM72odQ/s200/IMG_0156A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;I do turn around and wonder where the time has gone, but then I realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;that "time flies", and it is such a &lt;strong&gt;beautiful flight&lt;/strong&gt;! I am truly blessed with my husband, family, friends and business and I thank God every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5916232542981412275-1441768346974397889?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1441768346974397889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=1441768346974397889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/1441768346974397889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/1441768346974397889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-around-and-where-has-it-gone.html' title='Turn Around and Where Has It Gone?'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/ScbrFIcpHQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VDsugQnmiQw/s72-c/2756227551_e7551954f9_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-627500915750655949</id><published>2009-03-18T06:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:06:33.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lizards'/><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/ScDVXWIY1KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Tc6BZRe1wf4/s1600-h/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314482157351654562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/ScDVXWIY1KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Tc6BZRe1wf4/s200/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/ScDVKIpbTMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6stgI1bIQK8/s1600-h/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314481930393832642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/ScDVKIpbTMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6stgI1bIQK8/s200/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Guy From Florida........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/5916232542981412275-627500915750655949?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/627500915750655949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=627500915750655949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/627500915750655949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/627500915750655949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday_18.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/ScDVXWIY1KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Tc6BZRe1wf4/s72-c/IMG_0212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-1361511523289962403</id><published>2009-03-11T21:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:42:35.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Be Back In The Saddle Again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow I head back to Olney, I am sad to leave this great place and to leave my time with Mom. My sister Patti will be getting her "Mom" time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is great to have this time with Mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I get back home it will be to continue the work I have been working on here. But there is a bit of a glitch, on Friday Mike has to have urgent oral surgery and needs me to come with to be the "designated Driver" for him post surgery. Such a great way to spend his birthday.                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then I have a sports job to photograph in the afternoon. Saturday: 3 wedding consultations and a portrait session for a family from Chicago. So I will be 'Back in the saddle" again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Vacations are great but there is always everything going on at home, when you get back. So I will fly home tomorrow and be very thankful I&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SbiAc5_TNpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Gdh88JbQlTY/s1600-h/IMG_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have a great husband who kept the fires burning at home, work and at the McClure House while I came to Florida for 11 days and I am thankful for my Mom who treats her daughters to "special" Florida vacations with her, yearly. Memories that will last forever! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312139842686741826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SbiDCsCK7UI/AAAAAAAAAII/LYWnpckkOX8/s200/IMG_0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am in Pompano Beach, Florida right now. At a resort on the beach and it is 48 degrees at 8:19 AM. This should be a bummer, but not yet. It is supposed to warm up and the sun will be there for me to enjoy. However, the past two days have been great! I am vacationing with my Mom. Her health is not the best, but coming down to this place is something she looks forward to. My Dad and her spent many years here and she has her memories. This year we are in the villa which was the one that she and Dad shared on their last vacation together. That was Moms first comment as we walked by the pool to where Patti (my sister) and her family waited with all of our "stuff". I am glad we are staying here, Mom has shared some feelings, thoughts  and concerns, she has had about the end of my Dad's life. These memories are a part of her &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always &amp;amp; Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was spent having breakfast in the hotel restaurant and catching up on the hotel gossip. Since Mom left last year the owner has died and his children are now in charge and things are different. We have already noticed some changes. After breakfast the concierge called for a rental car for us and we were picked up to go get the car. A new hurdle for my Mom was getting up into the van, there was no running board and with the state of her legs, this was terrible!! She hates to ask for assistance, 1) I am sure it is demeaning and 2) She knows how to ascend or descend her way so there is not too much pain. But we now have a car and our next mission was to the grocery store for groceries. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sa1Np3MK3aI/AAAAAAAAAGI/E_nhrZZrPaU/s1600-h/545246172_e54bd1074c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308984917324651938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sa1Np3MK3aI/AAAAAAAAAGI/E_nhrZZrPaU/s320/545246172_e54bd1074c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to the store and I saw they provided the electric carts, I asked Mom if she wanted to use it. Well there was a bit of anxiety in her eyes as she contemplated it and then decided not to use it, and the man who takes out the groceries told her it would be easy. So Mom sat down and drove into the store on her shopping cart. It was fun, she took a moment to understand just how it would work and then took off down the aisle that had all the bottles of wine, well I was right behind her hoping she had control of the machine and she did! It made the task of shopping quite interesting! A few times the cart did not follow her directions, she only came close to running into one person and did "bump" into a display of water, pretty good for a first timer, I wonder if I would do as well. She did have to back up and hated the loud beep that the machine gave out, but she managed to back up quite nicely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I said it is quite chilly here, [who brings warm clothing to southern Florida when they leave Chicago]! Last night we went out for dinner to Stingers it is a local bar that has great food. Well guess what, we wanted to eat quickly to get back to watch the Bachelor finale and the only place to sit was in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;outdoor booths&lt;/span&gt;, we went as far back and away from the outdoors as possible, we were a bit chilly and had our dinner, went to the Walgreen's to get some cough medicine and Vicks and came back to our Villa. We watched the crazy ending and then I went to bed. Now I sit here writing this, waiting for Mom to get up and plan our day, I am sure it will just be staying here until tonight and we will go out for dinner. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the fifth year I have come down to vacation with my Mom. I am so glad I get to spend this time with her. We share memories and create some new ones. I can not imagine life without my Mom. I do live 5 hours away from her but I talk to her about every day. She is a very kind, generous person and I have come to realize she loves her 6 children a lot. Just as all of us do, she does have her particular ways, but that is what makes her Mom. It is hard to see her becoming dependant on her children, because we have always depended on her. Sure it seems she has her "favorite child", but that is our problem not hers. We all are different and in our own way we each are her favorite, I am quite sure. Just as with my Dad, I want my Mom in my life Always &amp;amp; Forever, these vacations will be a part of that and I am so glad that God has blessed me with this time with her.  And I am thankful that Mike lets me get away from work, he is a gem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please if you read this, do take time to touch base with your parents often, while they are here, so you will have them ALWAYS &amp;amp; FOREVER!&lt;/em&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/5916232542981412275-2965788646254513279?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2965788646254513279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=2965788646254513279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/2965788646254513279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/2965788646254513279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-forever.html' title='Always &amp; Forever'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/Sa1N_6REq5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RPnzaWme1Bo/s72-c/2725495281_ddd0a7b11c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-3630936678300839571</id><published>2009-02-20T07:18:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:56:10.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SZ_lm2zlY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/WR26zWlmzCw/s1600-h/99673469_2670a61a0f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305211341775397698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SZ_lm2zlY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/WR26zWlmzCw/s320/99673469_2670a61a0f_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three words that can mean so much! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However they can be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;very easy to say. Or, maybe not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing up those three words were rarely said around my home and when I asked Mike he said they were not mentioned too much either at his house. I suppose it was the generation our parents came from, what with war and the economic times. But then when I think about my childhood I felt content and safe, is that not a result of Love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike and I will be married 22 years on April 1st, we have a great marriage after all we are together almost 24/7 and that is the true test for me. Yes there are moments and some tiffs but it is part of the relationship. I used to think it was important to get a present on our anniversary and Valentines day from Mike to "prove his love" for me. I am not sure when I stopped feeling it was necessary, I know he loves me and being with him every day is a gift, yes we have a great love for one another. It reminds me of the scene from FIDDLER ON THE ROOF where Tevye asks Golde if she loves him and she answers by reviewing their life together. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes I have washed his clothes, cooked his meals, cleaned his house, and shared his bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No, we do not have children together, our babies are our business' Spieth Photography and The McClure Guesthouse. And if this is not love what is? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can you imagine the stress less life we would lead if we did not have deadlines? Being spontaneous is a luxury but if there were no deadlines would this be a luxury or an asset? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We are getting closer to being retired from, rather than starting our photography business &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[it is so very hard to believe it has been 27 years since we started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SPIETH PHOTOGRAPHY]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and now, we are beginning &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The McClure Guesthouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, are we crazy? Actually no, this is our dream which is coming true! Last night we were checking over web sites and info from different Guesthouses and Bed &amp;amp; Breakfasts to complete our information brochures and web page. And yes, we have a deadline to complete our info brochures and it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASAP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, as we are hoping to Open May 1st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On top of that I am accompanying my Mom to Florida for twelve days. Now yes, a trip with my Mom will be great, it has been each time I have gone with her in the last 3 years, this time is a bit longer. I think I will be taking the computer with me this time, because I can work in the mornings as I sit on the beach, now that sounds pretty cushy, don't you think! But I will be working towards these deadlines! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life has been pretty involved lately with the Studio, The Guesthouse prep and I have just found out that a dear friends Mother has cancer and may not be here with her and her family too much longer. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I hope it does not happen while I am gone.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now I have added the deadline of getting everything ready: home, packing, work completed, all before I leave for Florida, next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I guess though this shows that I am alive and not sitting around in front of the TV just zoning out, I have a purpose and &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WILL MEET THESE DEADLINES&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;without a doubt. I have to, after all I am committed to the deadlines and yes...... I say stress?.......what stress?.........&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/5916232542981412275-3693611815332144378?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3693611815332144378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=3693611815332144378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3693611815332144378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3693611815332144378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/deadlines.html' title='Deadlines'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SZ1ZwHp53dI/AAAAAAAAAFg/K6J6b40_Mwk/s72-c/3059782051_9d693c59db_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8071582459635672726</id><published>2009-02-12T07:16:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:13:02.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winks'/><title type='text'>Our Lord Works In Mysterious Ways.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Now I am not so blessed to know and experience our Lord the way my husband and others have been blessed. But I do experience how he works in my life. There is a book out called &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;GOD WINKS&lt;/span&gt; and many of the stories are great and remind me that I have had many God Winks in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yes there have been so very many God Winks in my life. I DO NOT doubt there is a GOD and that he works and is in my life 24/7! I have had one lady, who taught a class I took tell me that I have a deep faith. And I am in agreement and so very glad. Now I just want you to watch for the God Winks in your life.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SZQs_1kXW7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/bcujZdovgoA/s1600-h/7953456_09fd889030_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will be glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-8071582459635672726?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8071582459635672726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8071582459635672726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8071582459635672726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8071582459635672726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-lord-works-in-mysterious-ways.html' title='Our Lord Works In Mysterious Ways.'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SZQtU88aiVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z4teId5HRdA/s72-c/7953456_09fd889030_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-1822532366171473299</id><published>2009-02-08T06:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:57:34.705-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>CHOICES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SY7bXnxcQAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1Kc2-C9Al6Q/s1600-h/2408373968_c66d79237d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300415010321481730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SY7bXnxcQAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1Kc2-C9Al6Q/s200/2408373968_c66d79237d_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did we first learn to make choices? More than likely when we were very young. I can not remember that far back, can you? Sometimes we make the right choice and sometimes we don't. Hopefully we learn from this either way we choose. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can honestly say in my life I have made many wrong choices! Wrong friends, answers, clothing, business decisions, ways to tell someone about something ( a lie perhaps?), ex-marital partner and then there are my many wrong personal choices which only God and I know about. Then of course I have made many right choices. Right husband, friends, religion, business actions, answers, clothing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;pets, being totally honest, and of course there are right personal choices which only God and I have experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Lately Mike and I have been busy making many choices about: treadmills, business upgrades and upheavals, furniture rearranging, and today we begin &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The McClure House&lt;/span&gt; furnishing choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOW this includes: furniture, drapes, dishes, towels, sheets, lighting, rugs, wall decor, light switch and plug in covers, appliances, sinks, faucets and who knows what else. WHEW!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;If I were a shopaholic I would be ecstatic, but I am not. However we want this business entity to be just right so we have to make the RIGHT CHOICES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankfully before we begin our shopping venture today, we will attend church, I hope it is a right choice to ask God to make sure to help Mike and I work &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; to make the right choices. However, I did say I made the right choice of Husband and I am sure God had a hand in that, so perhaps just a bit of reinforcement for working together  will be my  request  at church, don't you think? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Oh and by the way, my wish for you today is for you to make the right choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5916232542981412275-1822532366171473299?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1822532366171473299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=1822532366171473299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/1822532366171473299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/1822532366171473299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/choices.html' title='CHOICES'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SY7bXnxcQAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1Kc2-C9Al6Q/s72-c/2408373968_c66d79237d_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-2055169467392016368</id><published>2009-02-02T21:15:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:37:19.305-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tudes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keds'/><title type='text'>RED KEDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYfDaryIa2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PWLVAKlOZXE/s1600-h/2546422396_f3c37927ca_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418349821684578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYfDaryIa2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PWLVAKlOZXE/s200/2546422396_f3c37927ca_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a small girl I really wanted to wear Keds and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; ones at that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being the oldest I usually got the clothing and "new" shoes that were eventually passed on down. Kathy, the next in line got bypassed with the shoes since she had a much wider foot. So I think Patti more than likely got the hand me down shoes. We lived in a time when you had to pass clothing and shoes on, especially in a family of 4 kids. In the end there were 6 kids but during the tighter financial time there were only 4 of us. And you know we did not get "the best" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Red Keds]&lt;/span&gt; but our lives were full and we were happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't remember having a "tude" like kids today do, however I am sure we too were tough to our parents, BUT we had respect for our parents, teachers and for ourselves. I have to look real hard these days to find that in the children around me. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we were young you were noticed if you were a problem child and disrespectful. Isn't it something that today a child gets noticed for being good and respectful?   &lt;strong&gt;What is wrong with this picture?&lt;/strong&gt; But then who am I to judge. I have not been blessed with children, but &lt;em&gt;perhaps that just is the blessing......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suppose I can judge because I work with children as a photographer, as a Girl Scout Leader, as an aunt, as a step mom and step granny. I just hope I have somehow instilled in these young people a bit of good and respect. Only time will tell. I am lucky to have great nieces and nephews as well as through the years all of my Girl Scouts are really great girls. Oh and yes most certainly the majority of the kids that have worked for me know what respect is. Of course there are a few who have had "tudes", but still they are great kids. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now back to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Keds. &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday at church one of the girls had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Keds&lt;/span&gt; on and she most certainly does not have a "tude". I began to think about all of this and then I thought, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; maybe I had a "tude" and that is why I never got my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Keds&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-2055169467392016368?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2055169467392016368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=2055169467392016368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/2055169467392016368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/2055169467392016368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-keds.html' title='RED KEDS'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYfDaryIa2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PWLVAKlOZXE/s72-c/2546422396_f3c37927ca_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8499745365037013648</id><published>2009-01-31T12:46:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:08:30.949-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking'/><title type='text'>On your mark, Get ready,  Get set and  GOGOGOGO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYTDXYEX3zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bx7SZFqCjlk/s1600-h/2988165623_3db79d7797_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297573868059746098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYTDXYEX3zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bx7SZFqCjlk/s200/2988165623_3db79d7797_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay, her&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYSfea2tdLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mHWAgbs899I/s1600-h/2988165623_3db79d7797_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e goes, I'm on my way.....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There is more than 12 inches of cold, iced snow on the ground and I am starting the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"new me", "trophy, trophy wife"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; body improvement routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WILL lose weight, I WILL walk, I WILL succeed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;About 5 1/2 years ago, I did succeed and became a &lt;em&gt;"trophy wife"&lt;/em&gt; for about 2 1/2 years, then I had some serious health issues [pancreatitis and gall bladder] and my doctor said to back off for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the "body beautiful" plan. And for once I followed his advice and now a while [2 1/2 years] is up. And I am starting it all over again! This time my incentive is not only to get healthy but, with what lies ahead in starting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The McClure Guesthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and with &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spieth Photography's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new look and business plan, I will need to be healthy to keep up with everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And to help achieve this goal we introduced a NordikTrack treadmill into our lives this past week. It is not something to be ignored, as it sits right in the middle of our dining room/kitchen. I suppose that is incentive enough to not eat as we have to walk by it every time we head for the kitchen. I guess Mike was pretty clever in establishing this placement! I even see it the first thing as I enter from our bedroom in the morning, so my goal is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will walk before I open up my computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;However I have noticed that you can purchase some type of attachment to affix your laptop, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hmmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I usually surf about an hour each morning, an interesting thought: how many can surf and walk at the same time? And for an hour, time does seem to fly when surfing, this could be very good for walking! Of course it would be awhile before I could achieve this bec&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYSlJTOH9RI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bnUl6JVjNIk/s1600-h/2693704876_06b2ea7f0b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297540640891467026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYSlJTOH9RI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bnUl6JVjNIk/s200/2693704876_06b2ea7f0b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ause I still have to hold on, don't have my bearings just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Another bit of incentive is my annual trip to Florida with my Mom. Not that looking cute in a bathing suit is imperative, being comfortable is. We stay at a resort on the beach near Fort Lauderdale, but the age norm is 65-75 and many couples and widows like my Mom. It is truly a relaxing time. Mom has her daughters come with for about 10 days, ever since Dad died. I think she likes the warm fuzzies she gets there, since they had always vacationed there towards the end of their time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So with a bit of luck and a lot of perseverance, I am on my way to being my husband's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Trophy, Trophy wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then, when we are retired like my parents were, we can go on a vacation in Florida and look good and be healthy.....Please wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh and by the way Mike is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a walkin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-8499745365037013648?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8499745365037013648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8499745365037013648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8499745365037013648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8499745365037013648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-your-mark-get-ready-get-set-gogogogo.html' title='On your mark, Get ready,  Get set and  GOGOGOGO!!!!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYTDXYEX3zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bx7SZFqCjlk/s72-c/2988165623_3db79d7797_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-4127497102610638685</id><published>2009-01-27T21:34:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:02:45.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconditional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbow Bridge'/><title type='text'>Critter People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYBw2lqw1cI/AAAAAAAAADw/5F7OxQMNekY/s1600-h/2172108922_209b82bd6c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296357244914423234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYBw2lqw1cI/AAAAAAAAADw/5F7OxQMNekY/s200/2172108922_209b82bd6c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Cute, cuddly, comfy, crazy, curious, consoling, creepy, the Critters in our life are all of these. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Rico a 4.8 lb., 2.5 year old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chihuahua who came into our lives to fill the void we would feel when our poodles went to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; He has done exactly that and so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuddly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....Tommy my 7 year old marmalade cat, he is aloof but very cuddly, &lt;em&gt;if Rico allows him to be&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Comfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;......Callie our adopted 12+ year old fluffy kitty, who came into our life from our dear friend Armie. We took her in to make it easier and comfy for Armie, but she has really made us comfy, when she looks at us we fondly remember our friend Armie because we "share" Callie, at night when she curls up at the foot of our bed we again are comfy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....Tigger my orange 5.5 year old kitty, he was named after the Winnie the Pooh character because he jumps around as Tigger does and you never know what he will do from head butts, to sharing yogurt, to soft touches, to mad races throughout the house, to sneaking around to try to make friends (I think) with Callie. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....Abby, no she is not a cat, she is Mike's 78 lb, 7 year old &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(today, Happy birthday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yellow lab and she is most certainly curious, always checking out the neighborhood, our house and her pet siblings. She never stops! As a matter of fact she is now outside in this 8 inch snowfall checking things out, but please Abby stay out of the neighbors trash! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Consoling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....Lucy our 58 lb., 4.5 year old yellow lab, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(one of Abby's puppies) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she was supposed to be my dog but her main squeeze is Mike, she is the dearest most consoling lab, quiet, gentle and loving quite different from her Mom. But she does adore her Mom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finally,&lt;strong&gt; Creepy....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the mouse who continues to creep around not inside any longer but in the garage, we will catch you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The lab's have kennels in the basement and prior to seeing &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spent much time down there, they are now spending more time upstairs with us. However the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alpha Critter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in our home is Rico, the labs and cats never cross him, I guess he is the Male who rules, in this house! Hmmmmmm. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please ignore this Mike:).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Except for the Creepy critter &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(although I am sure Mike LOVES laughing at me when the creepy critter comes around me and I react as I do) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we love them all, through our years together Mike and I have been blessed with many loving critters: 10 are waiting for us at the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Rainbow Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and I am sure there will be more critters in our lives, after all we are &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Critter people"&lt;/span&gt; and we consider them blessings from God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-4127497102610638685?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4127497102610638685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=4127497102610638685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4127497102610638685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4127497102610638685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/critter-people.html' title='Critter People'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SYBw2lqw1cI/AAAAAAAAADw/5F7OxQMNekY/s72-c/2172108922_209b82bd6c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-4494659133293682983</id><published>2009-01-23T07:38:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:04:05.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renewal'/><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SXnYurcoSsI/AAAAAAAAADg/kLyp9lx4wQ8/s1600-h/2595466344_a09c8fc474_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294501133399116482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SXnYurcoSsI/AAAAAAAAADg/kLyp9lx4wQ8/s320/2595466344_a09c8fc474_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aah the operative word these days. Yes there has been a "change" in our government, but everyday there is change everywhere. Much change is personal, such as marriage, birth, new home, new car, new job, death, divorce, foreclosure, job loss, job change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For me change these days is the beginning of the end on the renovation of The McClure Guesthouse and now we are "changing" the look at Spieth Photography. And we are also renewing the operation of Spieth Photography. It is funny when you have so many elements in your life, how one can lead you to another and then even another. I think I am even going to "change" me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We are so lucky to have an employee that has nudged us into the changes at work, we had been "talking" about doing them for such a long time and now we are changing because of her. Our other employee is in shock, I think, I have been told, she thought we would NEVER EVER do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mike even says that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I get stuck in a rut and never want to change and yes, he is right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My hope is that with the changes at work and the introduction of the "changed", renewed McClure Guesthouse, I will evolve into a "changed" person and my life will be busy, but better than ever, no more ruts, a refreshed Photography business and a new business in The McClure Guesthouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Watch Out here comes the "changed me"! And Thanks to the "nudgers", Mike and Brittany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, and by the way..... Is there "change" in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-4494659133293682983?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4494659133293682983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=4494659133293682983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4494659133293682983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4494659133293682983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SXnYurcoSsI/AAAAAAAAADg/kLyp9lx4wQ8/s72-c/2595466344_a09c8fc474_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-5752876401573261401</id><published>2009-01-20T21:29:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:55:08.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Is it fear of the unknown?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SXafLKGHaGI/AAAAAAAAADY/xiB-zWV7e3g/s1600-h/133998310_a618447b8d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293593426057980002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SXafLKGHaGI/AAAAAAAAADY/xiB-zWV7e3g/s320/133998310_a618447b8d_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been very anxious for the past week. I was so worried something would go terribly wrong today. Well the day is almost over and everything has gone okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am not sure why I have felt this way, perhaps it was because I really did not want to see this day come. But it is here and now we have to accept and continue on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I do not like to say "I told you so" and maybe I won't have to but.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;....time will tell, just exactly what promises this new President will really be able to keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is not that I do not like the new president, it is the misinterpretation I am seeing by many Americans. The President is simply a human being, ELECTED by the masses. He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a god or savior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that many are holding up this man to be by their actions and words. In my opinion and others, He is a man, who has only achieved who he is today, through knowing the "right people" . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My hope and prayers are that we will be safe and survive this man's tenure as president. It is a shame he is going to have to "learn" during this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tenure&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And believe me when I say, I see this new president as an American, his skin color is transparent to me. My major concern is his, "lack of experience".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For once I hope I won't get to say "I told you so".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But may I say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good Luck and God Speed Mr President. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-5752876401573261401?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5752876401573261401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=5752876401573261401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5752876401573261401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5752876401573261401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-fear-of-unknown.html' title='Is it fear of the unknown?'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SXafLKGHaGI/AAAAAAAAADY/xiB-zWV7e3g/s72-c/133998310_a618447b8d_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-9221108044189034944</id><published>2009-01-12T08:29:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:46:28.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SWwa_XwV5tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5hws5cLXrow/s1600-h/3168353079_aa97074bb1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290633338264348370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SWwa_XwV5tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5hws5cLXrow/s320/3168353079_aa97074bb1_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you like Mondays? I hear from people who hate Mondays, all the time. For me Mondays are bright and cheery, because my work week most generally starts on Tuesdays! Photography studios are closed most often on Mondays since most weddings and special events are on Saturdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One great thing about my work week starting on Tuesdays is that people are in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a much better state of mind since their week has already started. And I have had a very pleasant Monday, so the rest of my week goes well! [I hope]. People tend to tolerate "things" once Monday is past and that is good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another great thing about Mondays is I can get everything back in order at home to start the week off right...well I do try. One thing about the second and fourth Monday's is that I have my Girl Scout meeting. And not having to work prior to the 3 PM meeting enables me to prepare. And that is important, since there are 19 girls in our troop from 5 to 15 in age. It is a multi level troop and keeps Patty [my co leader] and I on our toes. The girls energy is unbelievable! I can't imagine any of them having a bad Monday. Oh to be young again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I could blog about "having to work Saturdays" and what a drag it is, but ending many of my weeks with a celebration makes it worth it. And then I get to really enjoy my Mondays. Why not let me know how you feel..Mondays or Tuesdays. And no matter what, Have a good one! Monday or Tuesday that is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5916232542981412275-9221108044189034944?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9221108044189034944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=9221108044189034944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/9221108044189034944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/9221108044189034944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-mornings.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SWwa_XwV5tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5hws5cLXrow/s72-c/3168353079_aa97074bb1_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8265961633301365330</id><published>2009-01-07T12:50:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:14:00.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interpretation, perhaps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sometimes when you express yourself do you get misinterpreted? I find more and more that is happening all around me. Perhaps I do not communicate right, or people just are not paying attention, because they have so much on their minds. I find that it seems like we are really living in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;an instant, ready while you wait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;world these days. You have to make sure to know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; exact place, before you can be receptive to anyone or anything else.
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Financial worries in the headlines, lost jobs, lost income, lost people. Perhaps it really is time that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop, look and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the betterment of others, not just for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SWT-K4gsI1I/AAAAAAAAACo/1y3zTyIZhF0/s1600-h/2385679091_859a48d999_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SWVDofsRpYI/AAAAAAAAACw/y9VmvA1Uy2I/s1600-h/2385679091_859a48d999_ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288707700397548930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SWVDofsRpYI/AAAAAAAAACw/y9VmvA1Uy2I/s320/2385679091_859a48d999_ma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to take a step back to the simple life, where you can  take time to &lt;em&gt;"smell the roses" &lt;/em&gt;and enjoy all of your life just as it is. No worries, no deadlines, no attitudes.        Oh, listen to me, this is not the real world for sure! And I am sure I will be misinterpreted. But perhaps if we all did take a bit of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;me time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, our worries may fade a bit and we could enjoy the beauty all around us, the gifts from God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wonder, if we all did take this bit of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, if God just might then bless us all a bit more, because he knows we are appreciating all that he has blessed us with. Please, take a moment and do realize you do deserve &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;me time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Try it, you just might like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SWT-K4gsI1I/AAAAAAAAACo/1y3zTyIZhF0/s1600-h/2385679091_859a48d999_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-8265961633301365330?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8265961633301365330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8265961633301365330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8265961633301365330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8265961633301365330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/interpretation-perhaps.html' title='An Interpretation, perhaps.'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SWVDofsRpYI/AAAAAAAAACw/y9VmvA1Uy2I/s72-c/2385679091_859a48d999_ma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8939557534882930153</id><published>2009-01-01T20:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:48:10.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year Is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So it is now 2009,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's going to be really fine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A new business is almost here, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a way to start the new year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A step back in time it will be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We really hope all will agree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time that was probably tough, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but all did survive it without fluff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just imagine how it could be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to get back to a life that is free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from stress, anger and fear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;full of love and good cheer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hope that is how you will feel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and get nice feelings that are real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check out our old place that is new,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we've created it all just for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286537835201503458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SV2OJt7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAACg/1ceIqrSOBdA/s320/email.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SV2NDeaxLII/AAAAAAAAACY/lcnReTFvq6k/s1600-h/email.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SV2NDeaxLII/AAAAAAAAACY/lcnReTFvq6k/s1600-h/email.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SV2NDeaxLII/AAAAAAAAACY/lcnReTFvq6k/s1600-h/email.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SV2NDeaxLII/AAAAAAAAACY/lcnReTFvq6k/s1600-h/email.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-8939557534882930153?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8939557534882930153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8939557534882930153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8939557534882930153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8939557534882930153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-is-here.html' title='The New Year Is Here!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SV2OJt7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAACg/1ceIqrSOBdA/s72-c/email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-3089598594027939711</id><published>2008-12-27T21:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:31:41.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SVglyaRoyOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/00sqibIj454/s1600-h/2158400152_b53b55da9d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285015710696261858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SVglyaRoyOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/00sqibIj454/s200/2158400152_b53b55da9d_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is that time of the year to decide on my New Years resolutions. Yes, every year I make them. Do I Keep them? Mostly NOT, but this year I hope to. Of course there is the Lose weight, organize my home, read that book, clean my closets, lose weight, make to do lists etc.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However this year my resolution list will instead say "get healthy", allow time for me, "enjoy my home", "git er dun" at work and really enjoy all the blessings God has given me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe with this reevaluated resolution list, I will keep most of my resolutions this year. Oh well I hope so!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope you have a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR Filled With Many Blessings!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-3089598594027939711?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3089598594027939711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=3089598594027939711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3089598594027939711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3089598594027939711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SVglyaRoyOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/00sqibIj454/s72-c/2158400152_b53b55da9d_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-4840865185601504317</id><published>2008-12-24T14:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:30:42.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Very Simply Put.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Have A Very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And A Very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLESSED NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;With Love To You All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mary Lou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-4840865185601504317?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4840865185601504317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=4840865185601504317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4840865185601504317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4840865185601504317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/simple-words.html' title='Simple Words'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-4307196209931630871</id><published>2008-12-21T22:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:26:38.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A very busy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;Have you ever really felt you were honestly nuts? I think I did today.
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;As I attempted to complete my Christmas shopping on the final Sunday before the big day, I really felt that I must be nuts! People everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;I do not like crowds and rudeness, much of what I ran into today. However people watching was a blast, thankfully. There was one man ( I think) who seemed to be in every store I was, he was very interesting looking. Then we were at another store and Hubby said&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SVEfGUuIqBI/AAAAAAAAACI/XOV568uieDI/s1600-h/2988056736_cc2470065b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283038031384193042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SVEfGUuIqBI/AAAAAAAAACI/XOV568uieDI/s200/2988056736_cc2470065b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to catch the lady in the next aisle, well I am so glad he was not around as I took a peak at her, I think she took the wrong flight, with her attire she should live in Sweden or some Nordic country. She was dressed head to toe for very cold weather and we were inside too! If I had met hubby's eyes as I observed her, I would have become one of the rude people due to my uncontrollable laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;The young people were fun to watch, at least I did not feel I had to run after them and help pull up their britches this year. :) But of course observing their DRAMA was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;But still whatever happened to pride in your appearance? We are most certainly a dress DOWN society now. Perhaps that is why the world is so down, I don't know, just a thought. I have to say I did not finish my shopping but there is still time. I hope. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; the season, fa la la la la la la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-4307196209931630871?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4307196209931630871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=4307196209931630871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4307196209931630871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4307196209931630871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-busy-day.html' title='A very busy day!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SVEfGUuIqBI/AAAAAAAAACI/XOV568uieDI/s72-c/2988056736_cc2470065b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-7398292219424833897</id><published>2008-12-19T06:29:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:21:20.475-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS LIGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SUuYbmkt_7I/AAAAAAAAACA/JSnbLh7VXOc/s1600-h/69238276_2a328b1ed6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281482588000485298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SUuYbmkt_7I/AAAAAAAAACA/JSnbLh7VXOc/s200/69238276_2a328b1ed6_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do You prefer white or colored Christmas lights? My preference is colored, after all aren't there many colors in Christmas? However many prefer white. To me the white lights make a simple statement.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pristine and calm, yes, as the light that the first Christmas had  from the star, it was white and guiding the Shepherds and Wise men to the  Baby Jesus.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet, don't you imagine the multitudes of Angels and humans on earth celebrating the birth of our Lord would have preferred color? That Glorious time of celebration was very colorful I am sure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So simply put, do you prefer white, pristine lights or do you prefer colorful, festive celebration lights?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SUuYJqp6ntI/AAAAAAAAAB4/B2BYgxRO1g4/s1600-h/69941589_1b1ba02535_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281482279858380498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SUuYJqp6ntI/AAAAAAAAAB4/B2BYgxRO1g4/s200/69941589_1b1ba02535_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter, the lights of Christmas are all very beautiful, just as the Birth of Our Lord was on the First Christmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-7398292219424833897?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7398292219424833897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=7398292219424833897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7398292219424833897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7398292219424833897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-lights.html' title='CHRISTMAS LIGHTS'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SUuYbmkt_7I/AAAAAAAAACA/JSnbLh7VXOc/s72-c/69238276_2a328b1ed6_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-7332348868281669114</id><published>2008-12-16T17:05:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T05:23:15.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SEEING The Light At The End Of The Tunnel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SUox8aMbgII/AAAAAAAAABw/mBguljknfbQ/s1600-h/2539178106_e2e6fbed2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281088426938695810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SUox8aMbgII/AAAAAAAAABw/mBguljknfbQ/s200/2539178106_e2e6fbed2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;It is dim, but yes I can see it....it's the light at the end of the tunnel. What tunnel you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;





&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Well for over two very long years we have been in the process of renovating our 1872 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Italianate Victorian Home. Of course we are the providers of the home and we pay the bills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;but we have a wonderful contractor who may seem slow but he is very involved in making this renovation as close to original as possible. I have put two pictures on this blog of the house and it's beautiful outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;





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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Now comes the detail interior work. The woodwork is all stripped, the floors are sanded and the drywall is being primed. Colors for each of the rooms have been selected, stain is established for the now beautiful walnut woodwork upstairs and the tile for the bathrooms is on the agenda. We are lucky that the woodwork downstairs is in great condition. After being talked into a complete kitchen renovation and having the cabinets ordered and at the lumber yard in storage I am ready to "git er dun". However furniture has to be acquired, window treatments selected and light fixtures ordered. And then all the linens, towels and dishes have to be purchased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;





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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Did I say I can see the light at the end of the tunnel? Yes, but it is dim. Our Victorian Guest House will be everything I have ever dreamed of and I can not wait to share it with our town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;





&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Perhaps a step back in time is what we all will need to get through the unforeseeable future. I can not wait to step back in time, how about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;





&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We will introduce &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The McClure Guesthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to our community with a &lt;em&gt;VICTORIAN TEA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;in the springtime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Yes, there is a light at the end of the tunnel!   &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280761499335613650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SUkImt91XNI/AAAAAAAAABo/46D4DVs334M/s320/email.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-7332348868281669114?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7332348868281669114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=7332348868281669114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7332348868281669114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7332348868281669114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/seeing-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='SEEING The Light At The End Of The Tunnel!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SUox8aMbgII/AAAAAAAAABw/mBguljknfbQ/s72-c/2539178106_e2e6fbed2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-8424866830182971872</id><published>2008-12-07T16:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T06:45:21.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RESTORATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little peak,  for a look back in time.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Built in 1872, revitalized early 1900's, remodeled late 1970's and now 2006-2009 restored to almost its beginning, with some upgrades, after all it is 135 years old, doesn't it deserve it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Yes I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to what I once thought was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; renovation of the Dr. Samuel B. McClure home, the Mrs. N.E. Orton residence &amp;amp; boarding facility, the Carl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Goedeke&lt;/span&gt; Home, the Frank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Goedeke&lt;/span&gt; home and finally the Michael &amp;amp; Mary Lou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Spieth&lt;/span&gt; home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;In 2009 it will become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; McClure Guesthouse, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your home away from home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;See Photograph On This Blog Page and watch for more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-8424866830182971872?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8424866830182971872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=8424866830182971872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8424866830182971872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/8424866830182971872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/restoration.html' title='RESTORATION'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-5821034309124074141</id><published>2008-12-04T06:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:11:19.191-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>COUNTDOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;10,9,8,7,6...... you know what it is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Time in, time out, in time, out of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;. Wouldn't it be great if we were able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt; control time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;? Just imagine it, everything could be done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;in due time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt; and would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;! What a stress reliever for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;all! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Never to be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But also nothing would be finished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;just in the nick of time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;what a relief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Perhaps it would end moodiness, depression and impatience! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;I want to live in this world!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;And now it is countdown to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Christmas time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;, talk about pressure. Perhaps we all should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt; "take time to smell the roses or gingerbread or pine trees" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aah&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't that make Christmas for sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;the most wonderful time of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;
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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Oh well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276029756888224098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/STg5HDu2kWI/AAAAAAAAABA/8Qn0shfUIeY/s320/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-5821034309124074141?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5821034309124074141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=5821034309124074141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5821034309124074141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/5821034309124074141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown.html' title='COUNTDOWN'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/STg5HDu2kWI/AAAAAAAAABA/8Qn0shfUIeY/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-4703636869960739850</id><published>2008-11-26T07:14:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:27:00.984-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'>BEST FRIENDS, Someone To Be Thankful For!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153);font-family:arial;"&gt;Just what is a best friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153);font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone who tolerates the best of you and the worst? Someone who helps you out in good times and in bad times? Someone who is there even if not physically? Someone who is just as they are with you, no phoniness, just them? YES, YES, YES, YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;My best friend is all of this plus so much more that I can not even put it in words. She is someone I admire, respect, laugh at and laugh with, and yes all of the things above. And believe it or not I have not seen her in a couple of years. She is in pharmacy school and leads a very involved life what with school, her family including grand kids and a beautiful home with a fantastic garden. She is away at school Monday - Thursday and most generally is home on the weekends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;She pushes herself to be the very best at any and every thing.  In our lifetime together this has included macrame, kids, cooking, kids, house renovation, kids, exercise, Pharmacy  tech, finances, stained glass, gardening, landscaping, interior design, law, college, pharmacy school and most of all being my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;She is very gifted artistically and intellectually I really envy her.  Through everything though  she always had time for me no matter what.  And yes we did have a period [due to a lie from someone else] that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;we did  not speak at all.  I believe that I really mourned during that time the loss of her friendship, then a simple car breakdown and a call to her ( I could not reach anyone else) and she was there.  We reconciled and went on like nothing ever happened.  NOW THAT IS A FRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;The Thanksgiving Holiday always reminds me of a special thanksgiving we spent together and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family:Arial;"&gt;we cooked dinner.  We were in our 20s and new at this holiday cooking.  I did my thing and she did hers including oyster dressing, HOWEVER she used her food processor to prepare the oysters, the oysters were pureed and needless to say we did not partake of the dish, once we tasted it.  To this day we laugh at the memory and I am so thankful for the memory, just as I am thankful that she is in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family:Arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you have a "best friend" you are thankful for?  Tell them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family:Arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have a Blessed Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family:Arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-4703636869960739850?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4703636869960739850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=4703636869960739850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4703636869960739850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/4703636869960739850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-friends-someone-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='BEST FRIENDS, Someone To Be Thankful For!'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-173997368672402918</id><published>2008-11-22T15:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:27:40.785-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is really hard when you have your heart broken isn't it?

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In my life I can remember times that I have suffered from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Having my parents disappointed with me, a break up, not getting hired, getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fired, death of my grandparents, a poor test grade I really did study hard for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a friend no longer being my friend, miscarriage, divorce, loss of a pet, death of a pet, death of my other grandparents, death of my father. So you see I have had many heartbreaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But at this moment my heart is breaking for my husband as he is a part in the end of his dear friends life. I don't know what to say or do. I am walking around quietly, listening and trying to be there for him. His heart is breaking, knowing that his friend will no longer be there. He will miss the companionship, the jokes, the brotherhood of clergy, the deep sharing of Love for Our Lord. I can not imagine how this void in his life will be filled, I only hope that my husband knows that I am here to help if at all possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And oh yes, in addition my heart will break when this dear friend of ours is gone. But oh the joy I will feel knowing he is no longer suffering and is able to fully share his Love with Our Lord one to one. I know my husband will experience this joy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I hope this joy will help to heal our broken hearts. But there will always be a little bit broken in our hearts, when our friend has left this earth and gone to be with Our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-173997368672402918?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/173997368672402918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=173997368672402918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/173997368672402918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/173997368672402918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-7313215606915628929</id><published>2008-11-19T22:34:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:21:03.880-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>SURROUNDED</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel &lt;em&gt;"surrounded"&lt;/em&gt;?
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I sit here tonight I do. To my left is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tigger&lt;/span&gt;, to my right under the cover is Rico, on the floor is Callie, on the back of the couch by my neck is Tommy, barking from the basement is Abby and Lucy is whining a bit. So you think I am surrounded by all of them, but no, they are my protectors because I feel &lt;em&gt;"surrounded"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is sneaking around, avoiding the mouse trap. At times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tigger&lt;/span&gt; and Callie seem aware there is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lurking about, as I see them focusing on the floor beneath the cabinets. Why is it that a teeny tiny mouse can make a person feel surrounded? Is it that it is sneaky and may be peering at me as I walk about?
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a bit peeved because I have put all food away in the refrigerator, in the microwave or in sealed containers. There are absolutely no morsels around for him, except for the peanut butter in the trap. Eventually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has to get hungry, don't you think?
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the third mouse this fall....or maybe the second because maybe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just returned. Back in mid October &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;MOUSE #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came in and I noticed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tigger&lt;/span&gt; was staring out the window at a bird or so I thought. I walked to the window and moved the curtain and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;MOUSE #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jumped out at me and ran into Mikes office. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tigger&lt;/span&gt; ran after it and I thought he was my hero, but no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;MOUSE #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got into some boxes and hid. I called out for &lt;strong&gt;my hero hubby&lt;/strong&gt; to help. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;MOUSE #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ran out from the box and &lt;strong&gt;my hero hubby &lt;/strong&gt;then shooed him with a broom and that little critter came right at me! Mike was laughing as I screamed, ran into the bedroom and SLAMMED the door! As I stuck my head back out I told Mike to get the Labs and he did and Abby caught &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;MOUSE #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and she took it outside where he died. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ended up falling into the empty kitchen garbage can and I heard it attempting to escape. I got &lt;strong&gt;my hero hubby&lt;/strong&gt; up and he checked out the garbage can and found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse #2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I insisted that &lt;strong&gt;my hero hubby&lt;/strong&gt; take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over to the field and let him run free. So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; may have returned or his cousin is here &lt;em&gt;surrounding me&lt;/em&gt;.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes I do feel &lt;em&gt;surrounded!&lt;/em&gt; I am going to bed and leaving my cats to watch for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and hopefully &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the mouse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will get hungry for a taste of peanut butter and the trap will &lt;em&gt;surround&lt;/em&gt; him.
&lt;/div&gt;GOOD NIGHT:) ML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-7313215606915628929?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7313215606915628929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=7313215606915628929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7313215606915628929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/7313215606915628929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-ever-feel-surrounded-as-i-sit.html' title='SURROUNDED'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916232542981412275.post-3754377389168614044</id><published>2008-11-17T19:37:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:40:58.237-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>Beauty Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recently a young lady I know was telling me about her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new main interest. And she said that her newbie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was not very cute, but oh so nice and fun! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I told my friend that to me that meant cute. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have many beautiful friends, one is very talented,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one is very smart, one is kind, one is funny, one is serious,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one is shy, one is hilarious and one can be pretty sour, but is still&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a beauty just because. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most beautiful friend I have is my husband and even &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though I have seen him at his worst he still is a beaut!
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And believe me he has seen me at my worst and in
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the profile of his blog he states I am beautiful, after I read that
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I went to the mirror looked at myself and then even checked to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make sure his glasses were the new ones and not the old. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I can honestly say; &lt;em&gt;beauty is in the eye of the beholder!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And real beauty does come from within to be seen with our heart.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5916232542981412275-3754377389168614044?l=marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3754377389168614044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5916232542981412275&amp;postID=3754377389168614044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3754377389168614044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5916232542981412275/posts/default/3754377389168614044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlu-smilingeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/beauty-is-in-eye-of-beholder.html' title='Beauty Is...'/><author><name>Mary Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218306582789704583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_925bziaLOhE/SSIb8VtaWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pabD4Ef8Pmo/S220/eyes2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
