<?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-8427760118398163475</id><updated>2011-10-18T16:04:26.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing my day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3617738755766989340</id><published>2011-10-18T15:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:04:26.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; This is my puzzle ...I was working on music sheets at the piano. I shuffled them a bit, reorganized and did remove some from the area...but now no matter how many times I retrace my steps, check each area in question....there is one sheet missing. I have looked inside the top of my piano...where the hammers are and I've pried open the bottom section.  So rather than be frustrated...I redid the sheet,with a defiant air, I'm sure ..and right now I have a trap set. I put the finished sheet in the same place where I last saw the other one....and I'm waiting for the paper thief &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3617738755766989340?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3617738755766989340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3617738755766989340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3617738755766989340'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-1061055330797983976</id><published>2011-09-29T15:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:15:07.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me or Dorie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Edie's been filling me in on the characteristics of introverts( me) and extroverts. Today as I greeted an acquaintance on the sidewalk in town, she stopped to share that she and her husband had just been talking about me the other night...saying what a nice woman I was....(and that they didn't see me out around much. Imagine! I had a surge of elation or whatever..but now I'm thinking that he must have me mixed up with Dorie..(extrovert)....but they did say Garry's wife..Hmmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-1061055330797983976?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/1061055330797983976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1061055330797983976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1061055330797983976'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-269745867724631074</id><published>2011-09-05T14:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T14:52:47.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Erica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; I don't watch this program now but what I got from it was the conclusion that things aren't always as they seem...when you're looking back and thinking about what you did or didn't do. I also tuned into Wayne Dwyer in the middle of the night once and heard the same admonition...if you don't know for sure ..then don't be having negative conclusions. Try having a positive assumption. Neither one of them may be right but at least you won't be messing up your mind with negativity. I should have a scripture verse at my finger tips for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  This being said I got a thank you card ...for being me I guess????? I'm not even sure of the sender's last name....but I was warmed by it...and puzzled...hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-269745867724631074?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/269745867724631074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/269745867724631074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/269745867724631074'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6965710492132380939</id><published>2011-09-01T15:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:58:47.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Think it's got something to do with school starting. I tore open a brand new package of loose leaf and revamped my binder of recipes.From there I got a tiny urge to do something different in the culinary area. I don't know how it's going to work..but here's what I did off the top of my head as they say. My Evelyn recipe would read...Brown the  steak (debatable description) on both sides and put in a pan ....Take the pan to the sink and run some water in on top of it. Squeeze about 5 squirts out of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ketcup&lt;/span&gt; bottle....3 squirts out of the mustard bottle....2 slurps out of the maple syrup jug and put in the over about an hour an a half before supper/dinner. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Anybody know any other recipes this easy :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6965710492132380939?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6965710492132380939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6965710492132380939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6965710492132380939'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6463024925214323116</id><published>2011-08-30T16:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:07:02.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just think I'd better write something on here before I forget how to do it.....and to see if my readers are still around. On &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Juanice's&lt;/span&gt; urging I'll share my happy thought of the day. Coming down the hallway in our house the sun shone from one end to the other and I had a great feeling of thankfulness that it wasn't a hospital corridor I was seeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Can anyone tell me how to stir up a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;enjoyment&lt;/span&gt; ...tolerance even...of cooking? Even a cook book for a new bride would be my speed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6463024925214323116?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6463024925214323116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6463024925214323116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6463024925214323116'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-971002641055150937</id><published>2011-06-17T14:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T15:54:01.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Is anybody still out there? I'm just back from a jaunt to &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Springhill&lt;/font&gt;...on a warm sunny afternoon. I parked at &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Foodland&lt;/font&gt; and walked to the Bank...and there on the sidewalk was a lady's white glove. That brought back my memories of High School Graduations (right across the street at the old theatre) when we had to wear white glove  with our white dresses.Or was that just Edie's class? I remember that Edie forgot hers which meant her whole class would have to take theirs off. The class was lining up.The ceremony was minutes away.In desperation she sent me to stand at the door of the theatre and stop the first lady I saw with white gloves. Then I had to ask this perfect stranger if I could borrow them.&lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/font&gt; Why is is that so many memories of my youth are not pleasant ones?&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/8427760118398163475-971002641055150937?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/971002641055150937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/971002641055150937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/971002641055150937'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8206618855408558583</id><published>2011-05-14T17:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T17:07:00.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-24iKfS9aWQ0/Tc7f3jV5GAI/AAAAAAAAAek/tquHGzQJdTY/s1600/IMG_6349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606664731595708418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-24iKfS9aWQ0/Tc7f3jV5GAI/AAAAAAAAAek/tquHGzQJdTY/s320/IMG_6349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For whatever reason I am going through a stage of having all my things in order....be it the program on Altzheimers that I saw the other night or the idea of someone having to make sense of my stuff if I'm not here...Here are my sheet sets appropriately labelled. And by the way ..who would ever throw out a tube of toothpaste that had even enough for just a couple of brushings?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were kids and we got to use baking soda if the bathroom shelf ran out of tooth paste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8206618855408558583?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8206618855408558583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-whatever-reason-i-am-going-through.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8206618855408558583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8206618855408558583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-whatever-reason-i-am-going-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-24iKfS9aWQ0/Tc7f3jV5GAI/AAAAAAAAAek/tquHGzQJdTY/s72-c/IMG_6349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8244446780085292399</id><published>2011-04-25T17:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:50:13.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9c3kRlbiOE/TbXb4bYsSUI/AAAAAAAAAec/RTczFI1XMcU/s1600/Connor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599623474175560002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9c3kRlbiOE/TbXb4bYsSUI/AAAAAAAAAec/RTczFI1XMcU/s320/Connor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to try and get this straight.(this is the grandson who can't believe he's ever going to like girls)... Connor came in from playing to report that the teeter totter board had hit him in the groin area. He said "Now I don't think my wife will be able to have babies". I asked him if the impact made him bend over and cry and he replied that it hadn't. So I told him I thought his wife would be able to have babies. And he said "Well, I'm happy that my wife will be able to have babies but I'm not happy that I'm gonna have a wife"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8244446780085292399?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8244446780085292399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-to-try-and-get-this-straight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8244446780085292399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8244446780085292399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-to-try-and-get-this-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9c3kRlbiOE/TbXb4bYsSUI/AAAAAAAAAec/RTczFI1XMcU/s72-c/Connor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8053064978157411344</id><published>2011-04-01T13:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T13:21:07.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CWCYx6T7pHg/TZX6PrqC9OI/AAAAAAAAAeU/y2oEHarWNaY/s1600/Cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590649659774399714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CWCYx6T7pHg/TZX6PrqC9OI/AAAAAAAAAeU/y2oEHarWNaY/s320/Cookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a poor portrayal of Mom's utensils...but who can remember Mom cooking one cookie only at the beginning of her baking session.? Would probably make a good object lesson of some kind. She just came to my mind yesterday as I had altered the recipe (hmmm) and needed to find out if it were going to flatten too much. Flatten ...that brings to mind the mouse/mole I found under the mat when I was cleaning...Poor little thing squashed flatter than a pancake as they say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8053064978157411344?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8053064978157411344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/04/cooking-cookie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8053064978157411344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8053064978157411344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/04/cooking-cookie.html' title='Cooking cookie'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CWCYx6T7pHg/TZX6PrqC9OI/AAAAAAAAAeU/y2oEHarWNaY/s72-c/Cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3460632019370863212</id><published>2011-03-30T07:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:45:45.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel a bubble of love come from within...the strongest emotion humans can experience.? Maybe it doesn't last very long...My wise message today it that I believe it's the tiniest little preview of Heaven that we have.Imagine it multiplied a zillion times. I'm trusting there we will be saturated with love, light, and music. Love you guys and Jill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3460632019370863212?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3460632019370863212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3460632019370863212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3460632019370863212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2752352575797587249</id><published>2011-03-29T17:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:43:15.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet</title><content type='html'>Anyone over ...let's say 60 maybe...that doesn't know that there are 44 calories in an orange and 60 in an egg...? And how come? Because we grew up when diets were the in thing....and girdles and garters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2752352575797587249?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2752352575797587249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2752352575797587249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2752352575797587249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/diet.html' title='Diet'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-486104468733045550</id><published>2011-03-27T05:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:57:59.292-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Upkeep</title><content type='html'>Dorie and I really apppreciate getting the hand me downs of nieces who go for fine quality bras....but we're having a hard time handling the upkeep of these items which involves hand washing with Zero every second day.It's the most disciplined part of our life ....or it would be if we did it..Hmmm&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-qcNDUeUfo/TY77PGM8WjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CLUvGTdeYms/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588680424394873394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-qcNDUeUfo/TY77PGM8WjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CLUvGTdeYms/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-486104468733045550?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/486104468733045550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/dorie-and-i-really-apppreciate-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/486104468733045550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/486104468733045550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/dorie-and-i-really-apppreciate-getting.html' title='Upkeep'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-qcNDUeUfo/TY77PGM8WjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CLUvGTdeYms/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2544409753323882982</id><published>2011-03-24T11:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:39:47.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Monumental Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8XBjZAkILBs/TYtXVLxUuzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eyImz1ZyKMs/s1600/forms%2Bto%2Bfill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587655784131771186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8XBjZAkILBs/TYtXVLxUuzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eyImz1ZyKMs/s320/forms%2Bto%2Bfill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Thought this was going to be hard to do ...just straight foward stuff. Then I got Craig to check it over....feeling very thankful to have a son to keep me on track. Groan...what comes next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2544409753323882982?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2544409753323882982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/monumental-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2544409753323882982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2544409753323882982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/monumental-day.html' title='Monumental Day'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8XBjZAkILBs/TYtXVLxUuzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eyImz1ZyKMs/s72-c/forms%2Bto%2Bfill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3811451744456273118</id><published>2011-03-22T08:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T08:35:37.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjdMdX_4Jyg/TYiI0553fEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CRYPSze9Izc/s1600/porridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586865780231208002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjdMdX_4Jyg/TYiI0553fEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CRYPSze9Izc/s320/porridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Owh3j6dAe2Q/TYiIv860rmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/2nqOv8Hjc5Y/s1600/waffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586865695141178978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Owh3j6dAe2Q/TYiIv860rmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/2nqOv8Hjc5Y/s320/waffle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Things aren't always as they seem. You should have seen the syrup Garry put on his porridge.Hmm I was feeling quite  righteous about my breakfast (there's a waffle under there) until I found out I'd cleaned up real whipped cream. Anyway a visit to Cora's was a very special time out while on our visit to Moncton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3811451744456273118?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3811451744456273118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/choices.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3811451744456273118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3811451744456273118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjdMdX_4Jyg/TYiI0553fEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CRYPSze9Izc/s72-c/porridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-7812905425414627798</id><published>2011-03-15T09:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:43:17.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeans and pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsMZlXKIcQg/TX9e12wjrJI/AAAAAAAAAds/KPp4haHNYkc/s1600/rentmeester-co-girl-posing-in-levi-s-jeans-and-jean-jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584286342287961234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsMZlXKIcQg/TX9e12wjrJI/AAAAAAAAAds/KPp4haHNYkc/s320/rentmeester-co-girl-posing-in-levi-s-jeans-and-jean-jacket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I did two things in one shot. I absolutely proved to mayself that low rise jeans (just a hint below the waistline )was a big mistake. Thankfully they were on sale and can be worn in some instances. But what a relief to get back into those appropriate for a 65 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing...Dr. Oz suggested we all let ourselves experience abit of pain....so we can get used to it.I'm not sure if this is simply putting up with something without getting it lined up the way you want it..I should listen to that program again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These words are fluff compared to the disasters in the world..hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-7812905425414627798?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/7812905425414627798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/jeans-and-pain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7812905425414627798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7812905425414627798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/jeans-and-pain.html' title='Jeans and pain'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsMZlXKIcQg/TX9e12wjrJI/AAAAAAAAAds/KPp4haHNYkc/s72-c/rentmeester-co-girl-posing-in-levi-s-jeans-and-jean-jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8988606461729691266</id><published>2011-03-14T11:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:18:05.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fpttd6ClQcg/TX4jgYM-tfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zixf-o7bOaA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583939627145672178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fpttd6ClQcg/TX4jgYM-tfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zixf-o7bOaA/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did my devotions today....and meanwhile the other half of my brain was making out a grocery list, writing down songs for the choir, listening for the clothes to finish the cyle ,planning a trip to the bank and figuring out how to sponge wash my winter jacket. What is the answer ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8988606461729691266?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8988606461729691266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8988606461729691266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8988606461729691266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to.html' title='How to?'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fpttd6ClQcg/TX4jgYM-tfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zixf-o7bOaA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-188364247629216406</id><published>2011-03-06T07:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:25:45.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuPZ3j2JKuQ/TXNuI45kvCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Tq7AsiAWVq4/s1600/Mom%2527s%2B97th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580925462234053666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuPZ3j2JKuQ/TXNuI45kvCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Tq7AsiAWVq4/s320/Mom%2527s%2B97th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edie says that if I'm, not going to do much blogging I should put a different picture on to replace the dirty dish cloth and the wooden spoon that the mice chewed.Hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been celebrating Mom's 97th birthday for a few days and will continue today.. What do you call it when things are happy and sad at the same time...bittersweet maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-188364247629216406?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/188364247629216406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/fresh-picture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/188364247629216406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/188364247629216406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/03/fresh-picture.html' title='Fresh picture'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuPZ3j2JKuQ/TXNuI45kvCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Tq7AsiAWVq4/s72-c/Mom%2527s%2B97th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-189001561176438072</id><published>2011-01-26T07:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T07:09:10.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TT__NlfV4cI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NAIR4mYZkWA/s1600/spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566448273320174018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TT__NlfV4cI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NAIR4mYZkWA/s320/spoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've probably lost my audience due to inactivity so I feel like I'm just writing to empty space. Since November my extra time is centered around hugging my latest grandchild but I don't post pictures of children on my site so you can't see those 2 little girls.&lt;br /&gt;And you can't really see the mice that I've declared war on but here's a pic of how troublesome they can be. .My last victim was caught  by only one foot/leg and he took off with the trap. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; Craig found him amidst my "garbage" and set him loose on the other side of the road. Next day we found his little frozen body.Sympathy creeps in strange places doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-189001561176438072?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/189001561176438072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/01/mice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/189001561176438072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/189001561176438072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/01/mice.html' title='Mice'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TT__NlfV4cI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NAIR4mYZkWA/s72-c/spoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-1737662365636767475</id><published>2011-01-15T18:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:37:07.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TTIhxOiulGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SPhlY8HXtvQ/s1600/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562545619357045858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TTIhxOiulGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SPhlY8HXtvQ/s320/candles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One of the things nobody tells you about aging is that it's a nice change from being young."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's a good place to be in life. 43 years of marriage under your belt and candles by the bathtub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-1737662365636767475?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/1737662365636767475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-thing-nobody-tells-you-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1737662365636767475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1737662365636767475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-thing-nobody-tells-you-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TTIhxOiulGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SPhlY8HXtvQ/s72-c/candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-1595432308344046173</id><published>2011-01-13T10:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:21:22.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>Just needing help with cooking. There must be something between buying prepared food and cooking up an old fashioned dinner from scratch. I just read about a 3 minute fruit cobbler that involved 3 graham wafers stacked, topped with a quarter cup of apple sauce...microwaved and Cool Whip added to finish up. hmmm That's a start. I'm thinking there's a way to freeze dollops of mashed potatoes so at meal time it's a cinch to add that to your plate. (think you add an egg or something) I'd start a cookbook for Seniors if the light ever came on for me.&lt;br /&gt; Found an interesting guy at Foodland yesterday. He was deliberating over how many tomatoes to buy to do for one meal. Maybe his name was Sheldon. He wanted his food to come out even. His aim was to have no leftovers sitting around spoiling. ..I said "So you can't think about tomorow?" and he replied .."No...it's steak and pototoes tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt; Anyway back to the kitchen....groan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-1595432308344046173?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/1595432308344046173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/01/secrets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1595432308344046173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1595432308344046173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/01/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-4376533009748389863</id><published>2010-12-30T08:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T08:35:08.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TRx8SRBVzKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ilzdugqGj9k/s1600/Glimpse_of_sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556452693516864674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TRx8SRBVzKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ilzdugqGj9k/s320/Glimpse_of_sunshine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to tell you that I have had some bright thoughts lately. I had two this morning at 6 am that I planned to retain long enough to write them here on my blog.It didn't happen. This is the slump between Christmas and New Year's. Christmas decorations seem as out of place as if it were the middle of August. Same with Christmas music. And I must say that almost goes for Christmas candy too. Maybe I'm anxious to get on with just the plain old winter season. The landscape is beautiful but making it through the cold season is kind of like running a marathon. The finish line is in sight...just keep on trucking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-4376533009748389863?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/4376533009748389863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-want-to-tell-you-that-i-have-had-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4376533009748389863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4376533009748389863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-want-to-tell-you-that-i-have-had-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TRx8SRBVzKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ilzdugqGj9k/s72-c/Glimpse_of_sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-272038704112373576</id><published>2010-12-22T03:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:26:10.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TRGn6obEvQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Bl2qtGy4Qu0/s1600/163455_492457090968_701230968_6411446_7318761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553404441249758466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TRGn6obEvQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Bl2qtGy4Qu0/s320/163455_492457090968_701230968_6411446_7318761_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tradition is the illusion of permanance". I just read this on another blog. It made me feel better about not having many Christmas traditions. We seem to do something different every year. Definitely our tree holds no warm feelings.I'd better not get started. However we do try to stay aware (or beware) of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more normal note the community Living Nativity Scene drew a crowd of maybe 50 or 60 folks last Monday night. Garry's mother would have been overwhelmed to see their old barn being used for the backdrop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-272038704112373576?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/272038704112373576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/traditions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/272038704112373576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/272038704112373576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TRGn6obEvQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Bl2qtGy4Qu0/s72-c/163455_492457090968_701230968_6411446_7318761_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-884923622672094408</id><published>2010-12-20T07:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:15:42.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TQ850mQarXI/AAAAAAAAAck/yHk5U_AVD-M/s1600/1955_Christmas___3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552720441356496242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TQ850mQarXI/AAAAAAAAAck/yHk5U_AVD-M/s320/1955_Christmas___3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Dorie for preserving and sharing these pictures. You'll see me and Edie amidst our extended family members.We were not a needy family were  we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My original memory of the day came when I was scooping my cereal out of the milk for breakfast. I used to pretend my spoon was the boat coming to rescue the rice krispies as they floated dangerously around in the liquid. Some stuck to the sides of the bowl and those were the poor victims trying to climb to safety. ..hmmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-884923622672094408?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/884923622672094408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanks-to-dorie-for-preserving-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/884923622672094408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/884923622672094408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanks-to-dorie-for-preserving-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TQ850mQarXI/AAAAAAAAAck/yHk5U_AVD-M/s72-c/1955_Christmas___3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2243954700684925068</id><published>2010-12-16T02:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T02:43:52.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TQm06fPB9JI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XcdIYGjZbUM/s1600/out%2Bparty%2Bno%2Bclick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551166932620801170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TQm06fPB9JI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XcdIYGjZbUM/s320/out%2Bparty%2Bno%2Bclick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this pic is from 2003-2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to elaborate...I've always sensed that there was something going on in relationships when you invite someone into your home. If we were animals it would be like letting another come and tramp around in your nest....in your own little space where you've been cuddling all by yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to think about feeding them...that's another ball game. I had a chance to ponder the calendar from Sobey's which included recipes using their products. Wow...you could have a feast if you were into shopping. So much is predone for cooks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However...I believe we should all work at visiting each other.It's a lost art as they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2243954700684925068?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2243954700684925068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2243954700684925068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2243954700684925068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TQm06fPB9JI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XcdIYGjZbUM/s72-c/out%2Bparty%2Bno%2Bclick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-5510405905208201441</id><published>2010-12-14T03:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T03:18:22.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Etiquette</title><content type='html'>Found this enlightening suggestion on the Oprah site. Regarding entertaining...hmmm. Taking someone out to dinner at a restaurant is like a peck on the cheek. Inviting them to your home is equivalent to a French kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-5510405905208201441?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/5510405905208201441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/etiquette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5510405905208201441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5510405905208201441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/etiquette.html' title='Etiquette'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-5599768989234556537</id><published>2010-12-03T14:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:35:53.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TPk3ekPgviI/AAAAAAAAAcU/12k_j5uGHng/s1600/Apple%2BSauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546525414347816482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TPk3ekPgviI/AAAAAAAAAcU/12k_j5uGHng/s320/Apple%2BSauce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that there has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of discussion about buying kitchen aids for making apple sauce. This one  has been handed down by my mother. Granted my production is not on a large scale. And I do get a warm feeling when I visualize how many times she used this in our kitchen at home. Works for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-5599768989234556537?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/5599768989234556537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-that-there-has-been-lot-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5599768989234556537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5599768989234556537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-that-there-has-been-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TPk3ekPgviI/AAAAAAAAAcU/12k_j5uGHng/s72-c/Apple%2BSauce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6705707666543784698</id><published>2010-12-01T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:00:33.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TPZTqYwQNSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/kJVRYq8pDv0/s1600/Snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545711978817795362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TPZTqYwQNSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/kJVRYq8pDv0/s320/Snowman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first snowman of the year. I remember the first years of our marriage.With no children at play the snow around our house was ...could I say pristine.Then came the 15 years of steady child rearing when the grounds were covered with tracks. It's just another one of those feelings that give me a warm glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6705707666543784698?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6705707666543784698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-first-snowman-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6705707666543784698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6705707666543784698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-first-snowman-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TPZTqYwQNSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/kJVRYq8pDv0/s72-c/Snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-7010381679241352896</id><published>2010-11-20T17:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:53:28.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TOhCtxqX2JI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0Y3Z-SBlLaU/s1600/Jill%2527%2527s%2Bplant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541752695672002706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TOhCtxqX2JI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0Y3Z-SBlLaU/s320/Jill%2527%2527s%2Bplant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill...this is your plant again...the one I'm keeping alive for you.I repotted it and I don't think it liked it but it's having a little growth spurt now. The green paint is just a trial run...Colin had it left over from Maria's bedroom makeover. My choice will be just a little duller..but it does make the plant look good eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-7010381679241352896?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/7010381679241352896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/11/plant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7010381679241352896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7010381679241352896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/11/plant.html' title='Plant'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TOhCtxqX2JI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0Y3Z-SBlLaU/s72-c/Jill%2527%2527s%2Bplant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3908641598366058562</id><published>2010-11-18T21:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:52:06.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>Just to give you a little picture of where I am these days. Having a new grandchild is heavenly. In the morning I choose my clothes according to what will be soft under the baby's face when I put her on my shoulder. Today we grouped around the lap top and studied the latest video, waiting for the movement of one little eyebrow that turned her  face into an expressive scowl. It's just a grand parent thing ..hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3908641598366058562?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3908641598366058562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3908641598366058562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3908641598366058562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-9115186303957413606</id><published>2010-11-15T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:48:02.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TOFw84r3n6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/FsrOX2zk9j4/s1600/Mud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539833207953268642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TOFw84r3n6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/FsrOX2zk9j4/s320/Mud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I don't seem to choose enlightening topics for this blog.I'll include this just to keep in touch. Having a new grandaughter changes my world for the time being.  I do have that problem of being slow to change channels in my world.  I don't think that two channels at once are workable for me. ( there's a sister who doesn't have a clue what I'm trying to say...not sure I do myself)&lt;br /&gt; Anyway how'd you like to have these work clothes in your laundry basket. I cleaned them once but I'm not going to be a happy camper if they show up like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-9115186303957413606?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/9115186303957413606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/11/mud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/9115186303957413606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/9115186303957413606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/11/mud.html' title='Mud'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TOFw84r3n6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/FsrOX2zk9j4/s72-c/Mud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-7791035841414035181</id><published>2010-11-05T10:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:19:42.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy</title><content type='html'>Garbage day so I've ventured into the dark corners of the bottom shelf of my fridge. Did you know that what looks like fuzzy curled up bundles of grey fur were actually 3 large cooked beets from another era. Or in Phyllis Diller style I could say they were my son's science project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-7791035841414035181?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/7791035841414035181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuzzy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7791035841414035181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7791035841414035181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuzzy.html' title='Fuzzy'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8676138511953666798</id><published>2010-11-02T13:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T05:44:45.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TNA8d-vf8TI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Wc7wp8_lRFQ/s1600/fork-in-the-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534990427794436402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TNA8d-vf8TI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Wc7wp8_lRFQ/s320/fork-in-the-road.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This incident was related to me last night by Garnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As a speaker continued his delivery, one listener got up and left the room. The speaker said.."I don't know why he left but I have two choices. I can think that he didn't like what I was saying and wanted to leave. Or I can think that he thought my speech was great and he wanted to tell the folks on Main Street to come and listen."&lt;br /&gt;  Garnet has found that this has helped him so many times in life.I'm not passing my opinion on this lesson but I'll ponder it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8676138511953666798?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8676138511953666798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-incident-was-related-to-me-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8676138511953666798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8676138511953666798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-incident-was-related-to-me-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TNA8d-vf8TI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Wc7wp8_lRFQ/s72-c/fork-in-the-road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8594868601082279662</id><published>2010-10-31T17:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:42:39.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TM3TOgMz4BI/AAAAAAAAAbs/w9IGNiD93EU/s1600/95280-favorite_halloween_treats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534311763223502866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TM3TOgMz4BI/AAAAAAAAAbs/w9IGNiD93EU/s320/95280-favorite_halloween_treats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best Hallowe'en memory (other than snitching the homefudge out of my kid's treat bags) was brought forth at Mark and Julie's wedding reception. Mark's buddies were sort of roasting him with tales from the past. Stephen regaled us with the ritual Mark had of treating his buddies to his candy treats and then after getting them real thirsty...he'd SELL them a can of pop. Way ta go, Mark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8594868601082279662?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8594868601082279662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/treats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8594868601082279662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8594868601082279662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/treats.html' title='Treats'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TM3TOgMz4BI/AAAAAAAAAbs/w9IGNiD93EU/s72-c/95280-favorite_halloween_treats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-1727860987555823850</id><published>2010-10-30T08:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T09:06:46.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Food topic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TMwH20aAmEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Ivwyp9rdUEw/s1600/4SquaresPlate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533806680493561922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TMwH20aAmEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Ivwyp9rdUEw/s320/4SquaresPlate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Now I'll talk out of the other side of my mouth. Last night our seats at a social gathering were next to the food table. The ladies arranged the sweets while the musicians were still playing so I had a lot of time to assess the situation. First I pictured the ingredients being purchased and the ladies fussing in their individual kitchens over the preparation of these luscious sweet concoctions-combinations that when chewed return to the original separate ingredients in your mouth. And then of course the next picture came to my mind of a body ...sort  of built like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; block figure. Only instead of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; the building blocks were these squares all bonding to one another to produce the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dimensions&lt;/span&gt;...not a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-1727860987555823850?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/1727860987555823850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/food-topic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1727860987555823850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1727860987555823850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/food-topic.html' title='Food topic'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TMwH20aAmEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Ivwyp9rdUEw/s72-c/4SquaresPlate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3120649755751261075</id><published>2010-10-29T09:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:00:57.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TMq_-mSGCpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/JqTJDUE5KOw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533446174327310994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TMq_-mSGCpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/JqTJDUE5KOw/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heard this true story lately...my school chum had only a couple of months after being diagnosed with extensive cancer in her internal organs. During a phone call of inquiry of what she was doing at that particular moment/day..she replied "I'm sitting here eating a WHITE roll".&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm (Evelyn) doing today ...eating a while roll and not beating myself up about it.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I don't have a scripture to enhance this concept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3120649755751261075?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3120649755751261075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-heard-this-story-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3120649755751261075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3120649755751261075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-heard-this-story-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TMq_-mSGCpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/JqTJDUE5KOw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8423384418703138269</id><published>2010-10-22T15:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:48:37.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TMHcJWVvlQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/O-icoLUBbo0/s1600/sneakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530943870561391874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TMHcJWVvlQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/O-icoLUBbo0/s320/sneakers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember how the saying goes....the great thing about having grand children is that you can enjoy them and then send them home...Yeah! And I can send these sneakers home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8423384418703138269?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8423384418703138269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-of-those-times.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8423384418703138269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8423384418703138269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-of-those-times.html' title='One of those times'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TMHcJWVvlQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/O-icoLUBbo0/s72-c/sneakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-4721981496807269747</id><published>2010-10-20T05:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T06:05:45.082-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>When I'm down at Mom's I look for a hand thing to do while I'm visiting. Remember the paintings...and the hooking? Now I take my lap top and work in Power Point. For  years I've kept a year by year record of the activities of those around me. Now I'm redoing them and putting the info in catagories for quick look up. What I'm finding at the end of the day is  that I am discarding so much trivia.....and I seem to feel the same about stuff. If I don't need it I decide no one else does either.  I guess I might end up a minimalist. How's that Bible verse go about straw and gold?Or is that talking about your acts?&lt;br /&gt; And by the way, I heard a lady with cancer relate that her doctor warned against coloring her hair or even painting her nails. What'll I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-4721981496807269747?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/4721981496807269747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4721981496807269747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4721981496807269747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2554792107840569052</id><published>2010-10-15T14:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:43:36.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good or bad?</title><content type='html'>All you healthy people? Do  you use a non stick frying pan?  My latest purchase warned me not to heat it without oil in it...the fumes would be fatal to birds. Hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2554792107840569052?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2554792107840569052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-or-bad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2554792107840569052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2554792107840569052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-or-bad.html' title='Good or bad?'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2416321976223931283</id><published>2010-10-14T14:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:58:07.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Science</title><content type='html'>I should have been a kitchen scientist.....well for fudge anyway. Today I had left over whipped cream from Thanksgiving and concluded it could be made into fudge. The first time I found out what happens when ...well I'm not sure what happened but when I came back to stir it I couldn't move the spoon. Back to the stove with some milk added...boiled maybe a minute and it turned out beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;  Did you know that the remedy for that sick feeling when you eat too much sweet stuff is to go to the cupboard and get something salty...and crispy. Hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2416321976223931283?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2416321976223931283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/science.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2416321976223931283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2416321976223931283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/science.html' title='Science'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-9000146951457251528</id><published>2010-10-07T23:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:50:48.785-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TK6G2FoShbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UDDAJE-Pk8I/s1600/smaller+weddubg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525502056612398514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TK6G2FoShbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UDDAJE-Pk8I/s320/smaller+weddubg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I heard it before but tonight I got a picture again of why Garry was late for his wedding. It was a Saturday night. He was working on a job that would have extended into Sunday if not finished.French speaking bosses didn't get an accurate assesement of his urgency to finish the job. Now that I know him better...it's just the way he is. Hmmm Tonight we celebrated 43 years together....among other things that would be 43 Christmas trees. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-9000146951457251528?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/9000146951457251528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/anniversary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/9000146951457251528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/9000146951457251528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TK6G2FoShbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UDDAJE-Pk8I/s72-c/smaller+weddubg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-9223275995873368898</id><published>2010-10-04T14:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:26:53.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnipeg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TKoN134SoQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/34xNWkxXR6A/s1600/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524243112107614466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TKoN134SoQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/34xNWkxXR6A/s320/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You been farmin' long?"   (seems like an appropriate comment for our pic on the praires north of Winnipeg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-9223275995873368898?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/9223275995873368898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/winnipeg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/9223275995873368898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/9223275995873368898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/10/winnipeg.html' title='Winnipeg'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TKoN134SoQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/34xNWkxXR6A/s72-c/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6976501094068833488</id><published>2010-09-26T07:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:08:31.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not always as they seem</title><content type='html'>What's that word you use when you're recognizing God's perfect timing...good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;Last night in the foggy dimming light about 7 o'clock we were doing our evening drive thing. (By the way while Garry picks up hitch hikers,I'm usually classifying them as bad guys)&lt;br /&gt;As we approached a wooded area, a man (dark clothes,hat over eyes etc.) quickly darted from the left side of the road to the right to put himself in a position to hitch hike us. He slithered into the back seat telling us that we had just saved his hide. He related that a bear had started to follow him and when he shooed it away it did run into the woods. WHEN he looked up he was horrified to find that it had come out of the woods onto the road in front of him. (he had been on the opposite side of the road to get away from it) Sure enough as we pulled away in the safety of our vehicle there was the bear within a stone's throw of the highway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6976501094068833488?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6976501094068833488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-always-as-they-seem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6976501094068833488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6976501094068833488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-always-as-they-seem.html' title='Not always as they seem'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6828438518931816106</id><published>2010-09-24T10:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:13:36.451-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich</title><content type='html'>Funny what speaks to a person. When I was a kid I used to walk on the back lawn and dream of an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;in ground&lt;/span&gt; swimming pool there. I pictured that happening only if I were in Hollywood. However in 1980 we had one. Filling it back in 10 years later was a joyous day for me (the caretaker ) Swimming pools were not a sign of prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday three generations of us had lunch in our Sun Room. (actually a former bedroom with extra windows) It was a Kodak moment for me because as we lolled in the September warmth on soft chairs a hired student spent the day painting our deck on the other side of the glass. That made me feel pampered. Poor guy..he was the one with a sore back.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6828438518931816106?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6828438518931816106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/rich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6828438518931816106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6828438518931816106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/rich.html' title='Rich'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-4763065463342973665</id><published>2010-09-20T04:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T04:58:16.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>The skies have been really starry lately. From one smallish bedroom window the sight is heavenly. Moving down the hall to a larger window the sight is dimmed. The reason? At least three powerful outdoor lights guard the property on the premises.How sad is that? The bad guys are infringing on our lives and they're not even there...maybe home in bed sleeping. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-4763065463342973665?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/4763065463342973665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4763065463342973665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4763065463342973665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8824433480254089611</id><published>2010-09-17T15:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:29:16.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TJOxw8a-wgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gdsBfYt3urc/s1600/small+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517949422870118914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TJOxw8a-wgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gdsBfYt3urc/s320/small+one.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about a rainbow is that it's so short lived. I did have time to run back and get my camera. It fades so quickly. When I got to the neighboring community there it was -big as life. And then in the paper yesterday morning...there it was ...in Halifax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8824433480254089611?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8824433480254089611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8824433480254089611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8824433480254089611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TJOxw8a-wgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gdsBfYt3urc/s72-c/small+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3618747587355970503</id><published>2010-09-15T17:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T17:29:25.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TJEslzrGfWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/coa9ET72MN0/s1600/Thanks_Ev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517240046543338850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TJEslzrGfWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/coa9ET72MN0/s320/Thanks_Ev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There should never be the last day of vacation...or the last day of anything (positive) ..It's tainted by the fact it's so close to the end.Here's a quote from a friend. "When the time grows short you just want to make the most of every second, and at the same time you want them to go and get it over with....once the tail lights go down the road, wipe your tears, have a cup tea and pick up where you left off.Oh yes and remember the special love your friends (family) have for you. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good by sister...and hurry back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3618747587355970503?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3618747587355970503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3618747587355970503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3618747587355970503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-day.html' title='Last day...'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TJEslzrGfWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/coa9ET72MN0/s72-c/Thanks_Ev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-1632002912038390609</id><published>2010-09-14T05:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T05:15:13.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inheritance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TI8uh9mY3KI/AAAAAAAAAas/NHDzJevy4as/s1600/chicken+coop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516679229558283426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TI8uh9mY3KI/AAAAAAAAAas/NHDzJevy4as/s320/chicken+coop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know...I could be in line to inherit this property someday. I think it  was a hen house in its day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-1632002912038390609?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/1632002912038390609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/inheritance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1632002912038390609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1632002912038390609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/inheritance.html' title='Inheritance'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TI8uh9mY3KI/AAAAAAAAAas/NHDzJevy4as/s72-c/chicken+coop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2320989532454596243</id><published>2010-09-09T15:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:21:10.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Artsy people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TIklMQJp1DI/AAAAAAAAAak/Vwja-hwb5Bk/s1600/hooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514980111115998258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TIklMQJp1DI/AAAAAAAAAak/Vwja-hwb5Bk/s320/hooking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my present hooking projects. Don't artsy people just tire you out? Outwardly they're very productive but I can tell you there are definitely areas where they can't do a thing.Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2320989532454596243?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2320989532454596243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/artsy-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2320989532454596243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2320989532454596243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/artsy-people.html' title='Artsy people'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TIklMQJp1DI/AAAAAAAAAak/Vwja-hwb5Bk/s72-c/hooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3786852916881029244</id><published>2010-09-08T17:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:41:14.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How was that again?</title><content type='html'>Inspired by the blog of my friend Carol I will relay this incident . Sitting in Out Patients I was the third person there as 2 females caught up on the latest happenings. The first one had only a beer and a half, got stopped in a road block , failed the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;breathaly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zer&lt;/span&gt;, had her car towed to the next town, lost her license for a year, has to go to that class or what ever...and how 'bout this...was handcuffed at 3 am by RCMP officers with pink furry hand cuffs.The second one had lost 2 kids in a fire, had her 3 one taken away to be raised by his grandmother.She said "I never had a chance to be a mother"&lt;br /&gt;Garry has always said I lead a very sheltered life and don't know how the rest of the world lives.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a mission field. Hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3786852916881029244?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3786852916881029244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-was-that-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3786852916881029244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3786852916881029244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-was-that-again.html' title='How was that again?'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-5596462243010017591</id><published>2010-09-06T08:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T08:18:24.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TITNRA3VP9I/AAAAAAAAAac/cYYhBpiMol0/s1600/Mailbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513757535981879250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TITNRA3VP9I/AAAAAAAAAac/cYYhBpiMol0/s320/Mailbox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the photographers from Singapore that were so taken by our mailbox. This was made by a friend in the 70's. I guess it does sort of stand out as being unique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-5596462243010017591?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/5596462243010017591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5596462243010017591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5596462243010017591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TITNRA3VP9I/AAAAAAAAAac/cYYhBpiMol0/s72-c/Mailbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-5030853193245265999</id><published>2010-09-04T16:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T16:50:26.554-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TIKiFc397HI/AAAAAAAAAaU/olFpEYIbxVs/s1600/files.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513147108388891762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TIKiFc397HI/AAAAAAAAAaU/olFpEYIbxVs/s320/files.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a big job...reorganizing and labelling my music files.The magazines titled Truck News are long enough to act as file folders when I use duct tape across the top and bottom. Works for me. I guess you call it redeeming the time if I was able to do something constuctive while tracking Hurricane Earl on the Weather channel....You can see the kitty, my water and the Bits and Bites. hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-5030853193245265999?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/5030853193245265999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/storm-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5030853193245265999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5030853193245265999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/storm-day.html' title='Storm day'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TIKiFc397HI/AAAAAAAAAaU/olFpEYIbxVs/s72-c/files.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6431955718325042104</id><published>2010-09-02T07:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T07:12:53.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Task</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TH92s44UKgI/AAAAAAAAAaM/eCuGiFpZ41M/s1600/Now+i+think+it%27s+ready+Still+working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512254982479686146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TH92s44UKgI/AAAAAAAAAaM/eCuGiFpZ41M/s320/Now+i+think+it%27s+ready+Still+working.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was talking to K last night I realized what my thrust has been the last week or so. I've taken a stand against those who write complicated instruction books. So without realizing what was happening to me I see now that I've taken on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PhotoShop&lt;/span&gt;. In the middle of a summer afternoon when I'm shaking my fists in the air  I'm quite sure I should have stuck to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;simplifying&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;functions&lt;/span&gt; of  our digital alarm clock.&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/8427760118398163475-6431955718325042104?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6431955718325042104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-task.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6431955718325042104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6431955718325042104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-task.html' title='My Task'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TH92s44UKgI/AAAAAAAAAaM/eCuGiFpZ41M/s72-c/Now+i+think+it%27s+ready+Still+working.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3924506490289355338</id><published>2010-08-30T17:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:25:03.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THwQslfVuvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/L18TvEkabJA/s1600/centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511298402158492402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THwQslfVuvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/L18TvEkabJA/s320/centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is the one I have enlarged and it hangs on the wall in the sunroom.That is actually the morning dew turning it into a wonder of jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THwQjQwIr8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3rEyd0S62qE/s1600/spider+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511298241972973506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THwQjQwIr8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3rEyd0S62qE/s320/spider+web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is just as intricate. Because the day was hot and dry I decided to spray it myself.I'm not sure it's the same thing. I once sat beside a battery powered candle waiting for my eyes to adjust and its light to fill the room .It never did. Unlike a real candle flame which brightens the corners as time passes.So what's the difference...Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3924506490289355338?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3924506490289355338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-picture-is-one-i-have-enlarged-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3924506490289355338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3924506490289355338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-picture-is-one-i-have-enlarged-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THwQslfVuvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/L18TvEkabJA/s72-c/centre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-7593879378327248471</id><published>2010-08-29T14:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:48:03.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THqdK1dQJdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Qzq7g-9RXoo/s1600/44782_464285690933_537340933_6604664_8038484_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510889903515248082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THqdK1dQJdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Qzq7g-9RXoo/s320/44782_464285690933_537340933_6604664_8038484_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is it about communicating this way. I'm thinking maybe our eyes register more than our ears. The written word definitely is processed slower by our grey matter. I'm stealing a picture off my friend's Face Book page...It's the adjoining town...the tide coming in around the muddy banks. Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-7593879378327248471?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/7593879378327248471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7593879378327248471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7593879378327248471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THqdK1dQJdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Qzq7g-9RXoo/s72-c/44782_464285690933_537340933_6604664_8038484_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8517929618983890241</id><published>2010-08-25T16:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:41:36.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Same spot</title><content type='html'>S&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THVqK9N59qI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aLlASpMHn7U/s1600/Parrsboro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509426455621793442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THVqK9N59qI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aLlASpMHn7U/s320/Parrsboro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See Mom and little Evelyn on the left. Edie was a stand in as we reenacted the moment on exactly the same spot in the pic on the right. You can see the slope of the roof and the chimney up the side of the house. We had toured the sprawling structure in a previous year but it was very special to be outside this time and see where we used to roll down the grassy hill and have tea parties at a little table on the back lawn. I don't know how the universe works but I'm thinking there was kind of linking up with matter and matter....hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8517929618983890241?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8517929618983890241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/same-spot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8517929618983890241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8517929618983890241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/same-spot.html' title='Same spot'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/THVqK9N59qI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aLlASpMHn7U/s72-c/Parrsboro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-5059659053529680933</id><published>2010-08-19T22:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:48:59.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Auditory</title><content type='html'>I always thought I was an auditory (I don't think I've got the word right) person as opposed to one who gets kicks out of seeing stuff...or feeling things. Hearing something seems to be what my brain processes best. This came to my mind today as I sat in the open air waiting for kids. I realized that if I were  questioned as to my sharpest summer memory it would be the sound of flies or bees or what ever buzzing around. It's a sweet, comforting sound...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-5059659053529680933?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/5059659053529680933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/auditory.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5059659053529680933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5059659053529680933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/auditory.html' title='Auditory'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2870818119565806074</id><published>2010-08-17T14:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:48:28.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock</title><content type='html'>Some time ago Colin hauled a big rock onto his lawn and considers it as a landscaping plus. This morning I looked on it with different eyes. New colors and lines made it appear as a very artsy creation. I asked Matthew what had been done to it to make it look so much prettier. He had only one word..."bird poop".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2870818119565806074?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2870818119565806074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2870818119565806074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2870818119565806074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/rock.html' title='Rock'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8527993931740594671</id><published>2010-08-12T21:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:42:22.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Board Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TGST6SnM5yI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mf4i9LH7kg4/s1600/IMG_5515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504687274191546146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TGST6SnM5yI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mf4i9LH7kg4/s320/IMG_5515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had the kids 3 days in a row so we just left this set up in the Sun Room. Remember how much fun it is/was to play this game of Life. We had to convert some Monopoly money but we've got all the parts now.And of course the funniest part is when you get that car filled with all those pegs simulating kids and you're still trucking down the road towards the Day of Reckoning.I love board games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8527993931740594671?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8527993931740594671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/board-games.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8527993931740594671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8527993931740594671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/board-games.html' title='Board Games'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TGST6SnM5yI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mf4i9LH7kg4/s72-c/IMG_5515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3468725025757469568</id><published>2010-08-08T22:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:18:47.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TF9WJVTERhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tqhF3imiANw/s1600/buster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503211988005963282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TF9WJVTERhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tqhF3imiANw/s320/buster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've already told you how this came about. Buster is a Christian friend since the 80's. His paintings were on his Face Book site and  I commented on this one.  I had spent alot of time at this bandstand site when I was a kid He phoned  and said he 's giving it to me.Sweet or what.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3468725025757469568?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3468725025757469568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-already-told-you-how-this-came.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3468725025757469568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3468725025757469568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-already-told-you-how-this-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TF9WJVTERhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tqhF3imiANw/s72-c/buster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6915328842307776036</id><published>2010-08-07T18:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T18:11:47.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TF3LdmwYuGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/lo-Qw1qxb8M/s1600/plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502778029196752994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TF3LdmwYuGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/lo-Qw1qxb8M/s320/plants.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the blueberry field where we had our picnic. Off to the right is the spot where Maya crouched behind the shelter of an umbrella and had a pee. And then her Dad dried her bum with the end of his t shirt. How special is that.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6915328842307776036?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6915328842307776036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-blueberry-field-where-we-had.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6915328842307776036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6915328842307776036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-blueberry-field-where-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TF3LdmwYuGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/lo-Qw1qxb8M/s72-c/plants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-1449893967328129200</id><published>2010-08-05T23:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:16:53.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to have a laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFtv6xy_5dI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HWO9uuvO0-w/s1600/IMG_5478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502114425353528786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFtv6xy_5dI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HWO9uuvO0-w/s320/IMG_5478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFtvkjsuH1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/1flETCScTZI/s1600/photographers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFtvbNI4mdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Q2gXyB1UKC0/s1600/Mailbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502113882937268690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFtvbNI4mdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Q2gXyB1UKC0/s320/Mailbox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just stuck me really funny... Craig's guests from Singapore photographing our mailbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8427760118398163475-1449893967328129200?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/1449893967328129200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-good-to-have-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1449893967328129200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1449893967328129200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-good-to-have-laugh.html' title='It&apos;s good to have a laugh'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFtv6xy_5dI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HWO9uuvO0-w/s72-c/IMG_5478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8816331672791325025</id><published>2010-08-05T13:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:57:38.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruction Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFrs425Y3HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/H6D0Aje7t5c/s1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501970356339530866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFrs425Y3HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/H6D0Aje7t5c/s320/books.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little book is my personal instuction book...like how to pay bills on line etc. I'd like to say the Bible is my instruction book...when problems have faces it's a challenge. Anyway you can see why I think you could leave me alone here for a year and I'd be contented working away on my projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8816331672791325025?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8816331672791325025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/instruction-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8816331672791325025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8816331672791325025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/08/instruction-books.html' title='Instruction Books'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFrs425Y3HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/H6D0Aje7t5c/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-4594566234205053492</id><published>2010-07-31T21:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:02:23.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFTFzKiO-fI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mbYDKH3QLto/s1600/IMG_5456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500238527718160882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFTFzKiO-fI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mbYDKH3QLto/s320/IMG_5456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFTFrhfnU-I/AAAAAAAAAYc/l3AEwFxuWSY/s1600/IMG_5458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500238396442235874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFTFrhfnU-I/AAAAAAAAAYc/l3AEwFxuWSY/s320/IMG_5458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is George and Garry at a restaurant at a camp ground in Advocate. Our original plan was to try out a very fancy eating place ,Wild Caraway, that we had seen written up in the paper.Because it was filled with customers we tried a little out of the way camp ground. Lo and behold the manager was a Newfoundlander and the theme for the weekend was Christmas. So we were able to sit down to a Jig's Christmas Dinner...complete with potato, turnip, carrots, cabbage,dressing, turkey, salt beef, gravy, cranberry sause and peas pudding. Plan B for us was 10 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-4594566234205053492?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/4594566234205053492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-george-and-garry-at-restaurant.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4594566234205053492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4594566234205053492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-george-and-garry-at-restaurant.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFTFzKiO-fI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mbYDKH3QLto/s72-c/IMG_5456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-1001151604765312968</id><published>2010-07-30T01:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:18:58.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFJRhqt4mSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JEvkZVQy81A/s1600/Nice+crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499547733817071906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFJRhqt4mSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JEvkZVQy81A/s320/Nice+crowd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We borrowed the hymn books from church and gathered the friends that really like to sing.Dorie opened her home and the guests brought the munchies and beverages.Before it was over we'd progressed to Joy to the World and O Holy Night. What a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-1001151604765312968?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/1001151604765312968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-borrowed-hymn-books-from-church-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1001151604765312968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1001151604765312968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-borrowed-hymn-books-from-church-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TFJRhqt4mSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JEvkZVQy81A/s72-c/Nice+crowd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8131793343025056698</id><published>2010-07-27T10:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:40:36.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TE7g_QIzm6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/4S3mwjRn6SQ/s1600/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498579572334238626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TE7g_QIzm6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/4S3mwjRn6SQ/s320/feet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the style of a three year old I say..." I love my sun room....I love the coziness."..Here you see that while we four all sit in a comfortable chair our feet can use the same foot stool . Friends since '72.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8131793343025056698?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8131793343025056698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-style-of-three-year-old-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8131793343025056698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8131793343025056698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-style-of-three-year-old-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TE7g_QIzm6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/4S3mwjRn6SQ/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2218905190994671850</id><published>2010-07-25T22:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:54:02.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEzqMgnNbeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dQ1gxuzZVZk/s1600/Feb+19-09+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEzpQp21ptI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cKvhysa8n7M/s1600/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498025717435573970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEzpQp21ptI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cKvhysa8n7M/s320/glasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just got back from a live theatre presentation. Guess which one we saw. Notice how my glassses sit crooked on my nose? I had a pair that did that all through grade 7 and 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2218905190994671850?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2218905190994671850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-got-back-from-live-theatre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2218905190994671850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2218905190994671850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-got-back-from-live-theatre.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEzpQp21ptI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cKvhysa8n7M/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3536080407976810963</id><published>2010-07-23T20:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:49:00.327-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEopoXRP7-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/iSJV-_CkwnM/s1600/Jill_s_wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497252068576980962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEopoXRP7-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/iSJV-_CkwnM/s320/Jill_s_wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    How would you like to walk down this aisle on your wedding day? Jill and Brian were married yesterday in Fiji. All the little details worked out perfectly. Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     On another note....this was a startling revelation. As I watched Alive at 5 tonight they listed those who were celebrating their 50th anniverary. Would you believe they were married in 1960 !!!! I vaguely thought it would be in the late 40's maybe. hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3536080407976810963?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3536080407976810963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-would-you-like-to-walk-down-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3536080407976810963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3536080407976810963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-would-you-like-to-walk-down-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEopoXRP7-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/iSJV-_CkwnM/s72-c/Jill_s_wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3398731953724410757</id><published>2010-07-22T13:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:33:17.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEhwjSalM6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/X2RRXaRfuQs/s1600/head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496767096746750882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEhwjSalM6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/X2RRXaRfuQs/s320/head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Antique Tractor Show,,an ongoing demonstation during the day was a carving demonstration using a power saw. At 3 o'clock they autioned off the finished product. The proceeds were for the IWK. Garry was embarrased for the show planner because of the lack of bids.When he bid $125.00 the auctioneer cried "Sold" and for 4 days we've had this sitting on the back step. I said that the first person that came along who showed any affinity towards it could have it. It went yesterday...whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3398731953724410757?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3398731953724410757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-antique-tractor-showan-ongoing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3398731953724410757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3398731953724410757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-antique-tractor-showan-ongoing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEhwjSalM6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/X2RRXaRfuQs/s72-c/head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2845590501870358741</id><published>2010-07-19T14:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:08:19.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TESSmTJmC_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/NlCr9Vu0pqI/s1600/paintings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495678631972047858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TESSmTJmC_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/NlCr9Vu0pqI/s320/paintings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TESShnZc-hI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ig8tcBzrcpM/s1600/labels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495678551507925522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TESShnZc-hI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ig8tcBzrcpM/s320/labels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After I did my errands in town I dropped in to Mom's for lunch. Thankfully I was wearing my usual cover up blouse and when I took it off I discovered my top had been put on inside out. It does have a deocorative front  but it still looked sort of "right"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is the same 64 year old that had a hard time choosing the easy route into town so that I wouldn't have to cross too many traffic lanes. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2845590501870358741?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2845590501870358741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2845590501870358741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2845590501870358741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TESSmTJmC_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/NlCr9Vu0pqI/s72-c/paintings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-4430890639601912645</id><published>2010-07-18T15:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:40:48.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TENJx9IGfEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ZtFoUJDSlvo/s1600/drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495317092893097026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TENJx9IGfEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ZtFoUJDSlvo/s320/drawing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil was getting ready for our pre service hymn sing. This pic is for those who missed his dramatic fall, grabbing the nearest thing for support as he lost his footing on the steps. Thankfully all is well and we can look back and laugh. For a minute there it looked like he was going to be wearing the pulpit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-4430890639601912645?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/4430890639601912645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/missed-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4430890639601912645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4430890639601912645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/missed-it.html' title='Missed it?'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TENJx9IGfEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ZtFoUJDSlvo/s72-c/drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6136737170478990206</id><published>2010-07-17T16:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:08:20.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEILtmoXBhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/msG7kIQ0aOg/s1600/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494967373437273618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEILtmoXBhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/msG7kIQ0aOg/s320/cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my new piece of furniture . I guess my cat didn't like being pushed off when I lay down. She tried another chair in the corner and then promptly took up this perch. She'd have it to herself today because I spent the day at the Antique Tractor Show on the other side of the county. Dad's tractor was one of four that Colin displayed. I took a lawn chair , sat beside it and had fun answering questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6136737170478990206?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6136737170478990206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-my-new-piece-of-furniture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6136737170478990206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6136737170478990206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-my-new-piece-of-furniture.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEILtmoXBhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/msG7kIQ0aOg/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8815433266858606203</id><published>2010-07-15T09:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:32:59.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEBRWHLo99I/AAAAAAAAAXE/z8Z3aO9k9yw/s1600/hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494480985718847442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEBRWHLo99I/AAAAAAAAAXE/z8Z3aO9k9yw/s320/hats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; If anyone has spent any time with Dorie over the last year you'd notice her working away with a tiny crochet hook and fine baby yarn. At the kitchen table, in her lazy boy in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sun porch&lt;/span&gt;, in her spot in the living room... you'll find her crocheting and enjoying her glass of wine. She has designed her own pattern of toques for new born babies..a pioneer in the field as others have all been a knitted product.Winter months and her idea that she is in a depression has left her thinking that her work is unnoticed and unappreciated. Yesterday the letter of all letters arrived in her mailbox. The nurses in Halifax have recognized the neatness and the perfect fit of Dorie's hats and have asked for the pattern to pass on to other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crafters&lt;/span&gt;. Way ta go, Dorie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8815433266858606203?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8815433266858606203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-i-dont-have-pic-to-go-with-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8815433266858606203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8815433266858606203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-i-dont-have-pic-to-go-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TEBRWHLo99I/AAAAAAAAAXE/z8Z3aO9k9yw/s72-c/hats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3528004583761023841</id><published>2010-07-13T11:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:09:07.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Polite</title><content type='html'>Just watched the second run of Regis and Kelly from P.E.I. One topic is the politeness of Canadians. I have my own take on that and this is absolutely true. When I'm in Springhill, thinking I might cross the street (j walking I guess you'd call it) ...I keep one eye on the traffic load but with my body I have to turn my back on the street and pretend I'm not going any place. If a passiing motorist get the slightest hint that I'm  thinking about crossing, he'll hold up traffic behind and stop for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3528004583761023841?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3528004583761023841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/polite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3528004583761023841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3528004583761023841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/polite.html' title='Polite'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8083573841484042534</id><published>2010-07-12T21:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:55:29.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TDu4pwX-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ynA75OtL-Zw/s1600/IMG_5395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493187198008059666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TDu4pwX-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ynA75OtL-Zw/s320/IMG_5395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now the fiddle players can advise me about my hand positions and so on. I'm self taught....Mom looks so small sitting there...she loves to accompany me. I get no appreciation from my sisters...they're used to listening to the Andre guy....they said...Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8083573841484042534?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8083573841484042534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/now-fiddle-players-can-advise-me-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8083573841484042534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8083573841484042534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/now-fiddle-players-can-advise-me-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TDu4pwX-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ynA75OtL-Zw/s72-c/IMG_5395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-7752913042752893779</id><published>2010-07-10T08:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T08:56:15.261-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be trying it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TDhc2GNLf_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/OS3WUdRZZxg/s1600/smaller+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492241830026903538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TDhc2GNLf_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/OS3WUdRZZxg/s320/smaller+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thirty five years ago on a warm summer morning Mark was born...9 pounds 3 ounces. He was a great little baby. Maya put the candles on herself. Julie made this very impressive looking cake from my recipe which she read from the Rodney Community Cookbook(to which I submitted my renowned entry) . As I was amazed at the height of it we checked the recipe together. Would you believe the book calls for only half as much of one ingredient (vinegar) compared to what I've been using all my life. Thankfully, in spite of the error(?) the result is a much better product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we're on the cooking subject...the frosting has 8 ounces of cream cheese in it. ...now that makes a luscious dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-7752913042752893779?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/7752913042752893779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-be-trying-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7752913042752893779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7752913042752893779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-be-trying-it.html' title='I&apos;ll be trying it'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TDhc2GNLf_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/OS3WUdRZZxg/s72-c/smaller+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8604431590605866125</id><published>2010-07-08T20:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:28:41.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking</title><content type='html'>I guess I don't really mind talking to people. At the church supper I met Linda T.'s brother.He had cared for his wife in a wheel chair and she died two years ago...and now he eats out all the time cause he doesn't like his own cooking. And I heard about the garbage man's surgery to relieve his hiatus hernia....and  that Lornie F.'s grandaughter has just arrived by plane today for a visit...and Lilla who is approaching her high nineties has had stitches in her head after a fall...&lt;br /&gt;    This is really different for me. I think last year I somehow managed to get in and out of the same "supper" without talking to a soul. Would we want to be consistent creatures? Sometimes yes and sometimes no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8604431590605866125?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8604431590605866125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8604431590605866125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8604431590605866125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/talking.html' title='Talking'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-1115804029576374821</id><published>2010-07-06T22:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:22:35.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prank</title><content type='html'>I've never been the victim of a prank call before. Apparently it's a taped message you can send to whomever and have the call display show whatever  number you choose....all through the computer. Whew! (that was a sentence for Michelle.) Anyway the man accuses you of  taking his newspaper every morning...and as his tone escalates he signs off by saying he's coming over right away to settle it once and for all....and angrily retorts he'll be there in two minutes.&lt;br /&gt; I wasn't fooled by it but supposedly a lady in town was getting her baseball bat ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-1115804029576374821?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/1115804029576374821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/prank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1115804029576374821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/1115804029576374821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/prank.html' title='Prank'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-9123658640083437871</id><published>2010-07-06T20:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:30:15.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TDO7_I0qoJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fAaK52n2Ko0/s1600/wedding_04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490939064069300370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TDO7_I0qoJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fAaK52n2Ko0/s320/wedding_04.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill and Brian are being married on July 22.....like 16 more days. I thought maybe we could party in Rodney at the same time....hmm  Fiji time is 4.15 pm and Rodney time will be 1.15 am.What can we do with that...family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-9123658640083437871?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/9123658640083437871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/jill-and-brian-are-being-married-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/9123658640083437871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/9123658640083437871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/jill-and-brian-are-being-married-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TDO7_I0qoJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fAaK52n2Ko0/s72-c/wedding_04.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2136408602885289251</id><published>2010-07-04T14:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:59:53.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just copying something Bill Crystal said</title><content type='html'>When you’re a teenager you think you can do anything… and you do&lt;br /&gt;Your 20’s are a blur!&lt;br /&gt;30’s ….you raise your family You make a little money And you think to yourself….”what happened to my 20’s ???”&lt;br /&gt;40’s - you grow a little pot belly You grow another chin The music starts to get too loud One of your old girlfriends from high school becomes a grand mother!&lt;br /&gt;50’s - you have a minor surgery You’ll call it a procedure… but it’s a surgery&lt;br /&gt;60’s - you’ll have a MAJOR surgery The music is STILL loud but it doesn’t matter because you can’t hear it ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;70’s - you and the wife retire to Fort Lauderdale You start eating dinner at 2 o clock in the afternoon You have lunch around 10 Breakfast the night before. You spend most of your time wandering around malls, looking for the ultimate soft yogurt And muttering “ how come the kids don’t call! how come the kids don’t call?”&lt;br /&gt;Your 80’s you’ll have a MAJOR stroke You end up babbling to some Jamaican nurse who your wife can’t stand But whom you call MAMA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2136408602885289251?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2136408602885289251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-coping-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2136408602885289251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2136408602885289251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-coping-something.html' title='Just copying something Bill Crystal said'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3762852276436048000</id><published>2010-07-03T11:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:56:22.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TC9Oe7q0wLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZyJXHO2ztuY/s1600/IMG_5296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489692764108275890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TC9Oe7q0wLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZyJXHO2ztuY/s320/IMG_5296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I'm talking out of both sides of my mouth. I don't approve ...or I should say I don't cover things to protect them for a later date. These pitchers sit up on my high shelf in the kitchen . The grimer greasy coating on the tops of them was yuky! It didn't take much to decide to cover them after their cleaning before I put them back in place. The little white one was earmarked for Maria by Ida. The green thermos one gave us the go ahead to be sick if Mom brought it to our bedside during our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3762852276436048000?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3762852276436048000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/now-im-talking-out-of-both-sides-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3762852276436048000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3762852276436048000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/now-im-talking-out-of-both-sides-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TC9Oe7q0wLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZyJXHO2ztuY/s72-c/IMG_5296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-2520344901202867342</id><published>2010-07-01T16:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:19:05.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCzpCnM0NlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HD7vcKxgl3Y/s1600/Garage+saling_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489018276949538386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCzpCnM0NlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HD7vcKxgl3Y/s320/Garage+saling_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does this picture seem small or what?  Too complicated to try and do it over. Dorie took a break from her Grammie setting and we went to Marilyn's garage sale. It'a amazing but I came away empty handed. I say it's the ability to see the future...to be able to picture or not picture something in your life. This is also the vision you need when you shop at Frcnchies. Not everybody has it you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-2520344901202867342?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/2520344901202867342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/garage-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2520344901202867342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/2520344901202867342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/07/garage-sale.html' title='Garage Sale'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCzpCnM0NlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HD7vcKxgl3Y/s72-c/Garage+saling_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-7583166439015810134</id><published>2010-06-30T22:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:33:34.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCvuf4FntdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vn7ghtILMi4/s1600/Travis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488742802280396242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCvuf4FntdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vn7ghtILMi4/s320/Travis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Betty A must be 78 by now. She reminds me of Mom in her Christian walk.She's been the primary person in the life of Travis (grandson) since he was a baby. Bowel cancer and malignant melanoma have been her trials among other health issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway he has graduated from Grade 12. Garry used to bring him and his brother home on Sunday afternoons to give the grandparents a break. Then when Travis grew into a teenager he didn't know what to do with him. ..Hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-7583166439015810134?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/7583166439015810134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/betty-must-be-78-by-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7583166439015810134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7583166439015810134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/betty-must-be-78-by-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCvuf4FntdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vn7ghtILMi4/s72-c/Travis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3616594929761113787</id><published>2010-06-27T15:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:22:26.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCeUv7BvKbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/66II8qqiIlo/s1600/Painting+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487518221993978290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCeUv7BvKbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/66II8qqiIlo/s320/Painting+boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCeUqBIiRiI/AAAAAAAAAWE/pn04Q6gg3vk/s1600/Painting+boy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487518120553891362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCeUqBIiRiI/AAAAAAAAAWE/pn04Q6gg3vk/s320/Painting+boy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCeUlCfGaUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mpZZDDWMnaE/s1600/painting+boys3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487518035017623874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCeUlCfGaUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mpZZDDWMnaE/s320/painting+boys3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCeUd1R6BRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rBTFRxcsUkk/s1600/Finished+mat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487517911213540626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCeUd1R6BRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rBTFRxcsUkk/s320/Finished+mat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember if I'd posted this. I also decided the male grandchildren needed some "air time" on my site after all the graduation stuffl. Notice how big they're getting. Curtis brings the ride on mower and does our lawn for us.&lt;br /&gt;(by the way ...this is a floor mat...painted on the back of a piece of cushion floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3616594929761113787?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3616594929761113787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-couldnt-remember-if-id-posted-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3616594929761113787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3616594929761113787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-couldnt-remember-if-id-posted-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCeUv7BvKbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/66II8qqiIlo/s72-c/Painting+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8736255986950446700</id><published>2010-06-26T14:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:53:33.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCY9p6oa6kI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ahost4Pde2U/s1600/4+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487140986320251458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCY9p6oa6kI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ahost4Pde2U/s320/4+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCY9kt-wRvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jHs6KxXgIW4/s1600/3+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487140897024919282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCY9kt-wRvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jHs6KxXgIW4/s320/3+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom pictures shows how hairdressers can transform a young  girl. The top photo shows that they're still young girls...Thankfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Dr. Seuss' quote was chosen for their...I forget what it's called but it stays up on the wall ..forever. It was done on canvas this year for the first time....Fire regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8736255986950446700?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8736255986950446700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/bottom-pictures-shows-how-hairdressers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8736255986950446700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8736255986950446700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/bottom-pictures-shows-how-hairdressers.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCY9p6oa6kI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ahost4Pde2U/s72-c/4+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-4428143487776023361</id><published>2010-06-24T09:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T09:22:30.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCNMQcc8qyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JrwwfwQV6GY/s1600/Cartoon-patient-in-hospital-bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486312616466623266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCNMQcc8qyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JrwwfwQV6GY/s320/Cartoon-patient-in-hospital-bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My goal in the morning is to get to my cup of coffee. Everything that has to be done..shower, shampoo, and dressing seem to be a burden as I head for my favorite chair. (in life the fast foward button on the remote is my favorite)&lt;br /&gt; But this morning I grasped the blessing of being able to do my morning care. I have good visuals of lying in a hospital bed waiting to have your basin of water changed, the bedpan taken away, and then trying to get yourself dressed, maybe even using one of those "pullers" from physiotherapy to get your socks on. Thank you, God for where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;  And thank you, Dorie, for doing this for our mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-4428143487776023361?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/4428143487776023361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-goal-in-morning-is-to-get-to-my-cup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4428143487776023361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4428143487776023361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-goal-in-morning-is-to-get-to-my-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCNMQcc8qyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JrwwfwQV6GY/s72-c/Cartoon-patient-in-hospital-bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-7515077481477035450</id><published>2010-06-23T17:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:32:23.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCJutbsPttI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kjgL0nL8YI8/s1600/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486069022897190610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCJutbsPttI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kjgL0nL8YI8/s320/cropped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCJuj2TRsJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pbVL2RZwBUU/s1600/Bare_Bones_Bistro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486068858241527954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCJuj2TRsJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pbVL2RZwBUU/s320/Bare_Bones_Bistro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You never know when a good laugh is going to hit. Sisters are usually the source of sharing something really simple that just grabs ya....simple is probably a good word for a lot of things. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-7515077481477035450?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/7515077481477035450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7515077481477035450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/7515077481477035450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/laugh.html' title='Laugh'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCJutbsPttI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kjgL0nL8YI8/s72-c/cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6492848500937869474</id><published>2010-06-22T07:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:12:47.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCCKKnkpe5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/KAyqScDnzr4/s1600/IMG_5314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485536261163285394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCCKKnkpe5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/KAyqScDnzr4/s320/IMG_5314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; George and Betty dropped by so we were able to get this pie cleaned up..as they say. I also concocted a light offering for the ladies...my own invention. "Moose on the Loose" is the name of the icy delight stored in my downstairs freezer (Julie's).I had made ,, from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt;, vanilla pudding into which I then stirred the melted stuff. I think if I had a fancy stemmed serving dish it would have equaled a Bare Bones &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;offerring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; The chocolate chip cookies didn't sell too well..Maybe I shouldn't have added that Maya helped me make them...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6492848500937869474?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6492848500937869474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/company.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6492848500937869474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6492848500937869474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/company.html' title='Company'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TCCKKnkpe5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/KAyqScDnzr4/s72-c/IMG_5314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-5071852337653409327</id><published>2010-06-20T21:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:17:59.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TB6tYBbCiQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OmUsCuXf23E/s1600/Father%27s+Day+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485012024394156290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TB6tYBbCiQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OmUsCuXf23E/s320/Father%27s+Day+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TB6tQl9Cv6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/izhuh6O6JrA/s1600/Father%27s+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485011896761499554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TB6tQl9Cv6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/izhuh6O6JrA/s320/Father%27s+Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Colin dropped in about 1.30 pm to say how great it would be if we had a family supper. ..here..for Father's Day. I must say 5 tablespoons of cornstarch ensures that you can have a strawberry pie ready to cut at 6pm. (cutting the berries up is the secret)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Great to have the family together...a real hodge podge of  priorities in individual lives. There's Julie counting off the weeks of her pregnancy, Kim working with strongwilled mothers to plan a grade 6 graduation, Maria  looking for a solution for pimples  ...and Maya wanting to know where the rain is coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-5071852337653409327?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/5071852337653409327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/eating-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5071852337653409327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5071852337653409327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/eating-in.html' title='Eating in'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TB6tYBbCiQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OmUsCuXf23E/s72-c/Father%27s+Day+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-3209633502810828912</id><published>2010-06-19T15:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:45:02.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TB0PJd_BAiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sm1XkS4Ekh4/s1600/smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484556576549306914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TB0PJd_BAiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sm1XkS4Ekh4/s320/smaller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't Kathy take a great picture. I'd say that's the professional's trick...don't centre your subject and capture more of the background. This gives you an idea of the decor in the new restaurant  Bare Bones . I'd say it's one of a kind for Cumberland County.The waitress agreed that's it's a good idea to eat out with folks that will share around the table. Nobody asked to taste my corn chowder but it was very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-3209633502810828912?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/3209633502810828912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/eating-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3209633502810828912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/3209633502810828912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/eating-out.html' title='Eating out'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TB0PJd_BAiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sm1XkS4Ekh4/s72-c/smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-8863674608032710722</id><published>2010-06-17T16:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:40:00.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBp4adltU5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/X-NsRgPzsHw/s1600/morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483827892291720082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBp4adltU5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/X-NsRgPzsHw/s320/morning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   How'd you like to wake up, lift your head and be able to see the sunrise? I guess early mornings are my absolute favorite time. The coffee has to be steaming hot though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-8863674608032710722?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/8863674608032710722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8863674608032710722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/8863674608032710722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBp4adltU5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/X-NsRgPzsHw/s72-c/morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-9143752069315831963</id><published>2010-06-15T07:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:46:07.394-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBdYZ0BJeMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5oIpbL_QgeQ/s1600/IMG_5286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482948271830300866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBdYZ0BJeMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5oIpbL_QgeQ/s320/IMG_5286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Another pic for Jill. This window in our dining room gets alot of attention....I love the smudges from all the little hands. This is an early morning shot.&lt;br /&gt;  Maria has a phone with the text messaging feature and she checks it often as you can imagine. But I do exactly the same thing with my emails...and if I don't get an answer promptly I begin to feel neglected  and wonder what happened to the relationship..(on a small scale but still a little  hmmm).Crazy or what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-9143752069315831963?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/9143752069315831963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/texting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/9143752069315831963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/9143752069315831963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/texting.html' title='Texting'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBdYZ0BJeMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5oIpbL_QgeQ/s72-c/IMG_5286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6724897540136779852</id><published>2010-06-13T05:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T06:01:08.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBSdRnI4dNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/2bbzDCVTvfo/s1600/Mornin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482179572306310354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBSdRnI4dNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/2bbzDCVTvfo/s320/Mornin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I don't know how you'd get a house that had sunlight streaming in every window. Facing the north our kitchen misses out...EXCEPT on  a few days in June at a certain time of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my early a.m. coffee waiting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  When Jill first went to Korea I used to marvel in the fact that when the sun was rising here it had already been shining on her for a whole day. Gives me a warm feeling. Hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6724897540136779852?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6724897540136779852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6724897540136779852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6724897540136779852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBSdRnI4dNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/2bbzDCVTvfo/s72-c/Mornin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6259237484184018797</id><published>2010-06-11T14:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:24:29.254-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBJtNPODn5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/dn-RmDLFR98/s1600/Harris%27+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481563770654531474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBJtNPODn5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/dn-RmDLFR98/s320/Harris%27+chair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Another picture taken in a corner of our household. When Ida's will was read at a family meeting it was stated that I was to have this chair...(at least we think this is the one she meant). I do know that this is definitely a part of the McCormick history if you're interested. This chair was made by Harris McCormick for his sister Elizabeth. ...that'd be over 100 years ago. I almost gave it away to another member of our extended family. Sometimes you want to connect with the past and sometimes you want to just work with today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6259237484184018797?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6259237484184018797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-picture-taken-in-corner-of-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6259237484184018797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6259237484184018797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-picture-taken-in-corner-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBJtNPODn5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/dn-RmDLFR98/s72-c/Harris%27+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-5770180791535517165</id><published>2010-06-10T11:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:16:03.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudge and Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBDysylgnaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9iYX3mEmaVY/s1600/Fudge+and+paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481147597817159074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBDysylgnaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9iYX3mEmaVY/s320/Fudge+and+paint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   So far this morning I've fine tuned my fudge making process...again.Contact me if you want to update your files :)  &lt;br /&gt;  And my floor mat is coming along nicely..Maya did the yellow house...I hope she still recognizes it since I cleaned it up and put windows in. I try not to do that to kids....hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-5770180791535517165?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/5770180791535517165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/fudge-and-paint.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5770180791535517165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/5770180791535517165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/fudge-and-paint.html' title='Fudge and Paint'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TBDysylgnaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9iYX3mEmaVY/s72-c/Fudge+and+paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-54323519760655060</id><published>2010-06-08T08:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:08:33.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TA4jOlQmO2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/XkWEirVL65M/s1600/Maya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480356529983339362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TA4jOlQmO2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/XkWEirVL65M/s320/Maya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Maya...she'd always look for a  dandelion as soon as she was in the open air. She used the softness of it to go along with her thumb sucking. I've put my other "grandchildren" pics on my Facebook site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-54323519760655060?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/54323519760655060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-maya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/54323519760655060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/54323519760655060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-maya.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TA4jOlQmO2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/XkWEirVL65M/s72-c/Maya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-4864420027005317030</id><published>2010-06-07T09:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T09:51:47.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAzqcGESNDI/AAAAAAAAATs/7wCtYjPEHBc/s1600/Berenstain+Bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480012614988870706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAzqcGESNDI/AAAAAAAAATs/7wCtYjPEHBc/s320/Berenstain+Bears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm having a little run on entries here.  This is a cosy corner of our hallway. Gotta love those Berenstain bears...Mama, Papa, Sister,and Brother. ..Thankfully Maya has picked up the torch and we're hearing lots of new stories. If ever I were to be paid for being able to produce tears on the spot ...I would use  the book Too Much Birthday. Works ever time for me.&lt;br /&gt;  Folks love the little home made cupcakes that Carole W. made for me...they fit in well here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-4864420027005317030?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/4864420027005317030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-having-little-run-on-entries-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4864420027005317030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4864420027005317030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-having-little-run-on-entries-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAzqcGESNDI/AAAAAAAAATs/7wCtYjPEHBc/s72-c/Berenstain+Bears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-4117305416728731392</id><published>2010-06-05T23:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:25:02.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAsFVCTMSeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ygs3c6wgEcg/s1600/George+with+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479479230579100130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAsFVCTMSeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ygs3c6wgEcg/s320/George+with+pie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight we attended a Conservative Party Dinner...I think that's how you'd say it. This pic shows the pie we were were served...How does one cook like that?&lt;br /&gt;  The entertainment contained  "Lucky Chair" ...nothing under mine. Garry was roving so I checked under his...nothing. Norman had already gone home so I checked his too...and lo and behold..THERE WAS THE STICKER....a gift certificate for $30 at the Bare Bones Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow in church I'll offer it to Norman and I'll be holding real tight to it when I pass it over. Hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-4117305416728731392?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/4117305416728731392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/tonight-we-attended-conservative-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4117305416728731392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/4117305416728731392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/tonight-we-attended-conservative-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAsFVCTMSeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ygs3c6wgEcg/s72-c/George+with+pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6843380962380932255</id><published>2010-06-04T14:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:24:08.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAk0lljbaGI/AAAAAAAAASw/5TuJ09U_w6w/s1600/beloved-horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478968242013431906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAk0lljbaGI/AAAAAAAAASw/5TuJ09U_w6w/s320/beloved-horses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   This picture is from Google. Last night we played cards with Carson and Bonnie. He did buy 2 horses when he retired so that he would have something to get out of bed for in the mornings. During bad weather he's concerned about them being out in the elements.There is a shelter with a metal roof where they can be protected in their pasture. As a storm approached he watched from afar to see that they would do. At the first hint of lightning...both horses came out from under that shelter and stood together in the middle of the open field until the storm passed.&lt;br /&gt;   Awesome! However his next story confused me about their intelligence. If they have access to an unrestricted supply of oats, and then drink water, their bellies swell up and they die. Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6843380962380932255?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6843380962380932255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/smart-or-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6843380962380932255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6843380962380932255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/smart-or-what.html' title='Smart or what?'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAk0lljbaGI/AAAAAAAAASw/5TuJ09U_w6w/s72-c/beloved-horses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-618661188871954588</id><published>2010-06-03T22:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:10:42.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop kitties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAhREqDpTYI/AAAAAAAAASo/WkcNUMlpR8w/s1600/black+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478718087147113858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAhREqDpTYI/AAAAAAAAASo/WkcNUMlpR8w/s320/black+one.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forget how much I've told you about these 5 kitties that were born in the big garage/shop at the "farm". One little kitty was adopted a couple of weeks ago. Today Troy's brother came to pick out a kitty and would you believe he chose the scrawny black kitty.&lt;br /&gt;  Still 3 left. ..and a nice mama kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-618661188871954588?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/618661188871954588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/shop-kitties.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/618661188871954588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/618661188871954588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/shop-kitties.html' title='Shop kitties'/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAhREqDpTYI/AAAAAAAAASo/WkcNUMlpR8w/s72-c/black+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427760118398163475.post-6269605314702353691</id><published>2010-06-03T09:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:44:49.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAeiGD2LOHI/AAAAAAAAASg/YPcBSwGlrJM/s1600/scratching+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478525696714946674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAeiGD2LOHI/AAAAAAAAASg/YPcBSwGlrJM/s320/scratching+post.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who's reading my blog? This is my kitty's scratching post. It's one of those things you walk by a hundred times a day and never notice. I think it's the best one I've seen and you can see it's well used. I had hoped the holes were from a woodpecker (better story) but Garry tells me it's a pole from the telephone company and the holes were for wire to go through maybe.&lt;br /&gt;  By the way...Christianity is not simple, not logical, and you can't figure it out. I guess you just have to be willing to let God be God.hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8427760118398163475-6269605314702353691?l=evelynmccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/6269605314702353691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/whos-reading-my-blog-this-is-my-kittys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6269605314702353691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8427760118398163475/posts/default/6269605314702353691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynmccormick.blogspot.com/2010/06/whos-reading-my-blog-this-is-my-kittys.html' title=''/><author><name>Mother Goose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05562908520325678532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsYT5WVvsQ/TAeiGD2LOHI/AAAAAAAAASg/YPcBSwGlrJM/s72-c/scratching+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
