<?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-1186906679369874540</id><updated>2011-12-11T15:28:24.006-05:00</updated><category term='Army'/><category term='collage'/><category term='amazon 35mm lens'/><category term='zumba'/><category term='The girls'/><category term='photo contest'/><category term='bath'/><category term='smelly'/><category term='The Pioneer Woman'/><category term='camera strap'/><category term='lighting'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Pinkadilly Tea House'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='ArmyNavy'/><category term='PW photo assignment'/><category term='Johnny'/><category term='Ree Drummond'/><category term='shaddens'/><category term='Rodge'/><category term='ikea ligonberry brownies'/><category term='Trike'/><category term='Gold&apos;s Gym'/><category term='Hofmanns'/><category term='pedicure'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Piper'/><category term='Peanut'/><category term='Cathy Cox'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Marines'/><category term='german chocolate cake'/><category term='sick Brenda'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='Mom delivers the cake'/><category term='Madison'/><category term='Sophia'/><category term='Kangaroo pouch'/><category term='tooth fairy'/><category term='pear tree'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='doctor appointment'/><category term='Cakepops'/><category term='NOSC'/><category term='RYC 101'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='sore throat'/><category term='Brenda'/><category term='JAFOWL'/><category term='Etsy'/><category term='Boot Camp'/><category term='gutters'/><category term='Congratulations'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='texas'/><category term='baby'/><category term='making dog food'/><category term='Cruise'/><category term='Brenda shops'/><category term='Liz'/><category term='cherry blossoms'/><category term='Coffee Club'/><category term='Promotion'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Navy'/><category term='Minnie'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Jack'/><category term='Josh'/><title type='text'>Through Rose Colored Glasses</title><subtitle type='html'>"An attitude of cheerful optimism, of seeing everything in an attractive, pleasant light"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>393</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-5992475871402634036</id><published>2011-12-10T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:10:02.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cakepops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ArmyNavy'/><title type='text'>Army-Navy Game 2011</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again -- our big Army Navy game! Our neighborhood has a get together every year at our community pool club house with a good mix of Army and Navy fans to cheer on our Midshipman and Cadets. This year I wanted to do something fun and try out my new "toy....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="418" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/DSC_3534copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Babycakes Cake Pop maker! Combine with a Dr. Oetker organic cake mix and you get a real super treat.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/DSC_3536copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ This is what came in my kit ~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/DSC_3538copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake mix called for 3 eggs, however I've nearly cut the use of all eggs in our household since the Summer ~ what I prefer to use in my baking is EnerG Egg Replacer (you can find this at any Whole Foods Market or health food store).&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="452" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/DSC_3539copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a powder made of tapioca/arrowroot that you mix with water and it does the same thing in your cakes as eggs do. It binds. But with no cholesterol or harmful side effects (and animal friendly as well).&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/DSC_3540copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy peasy! 4 minues per batch and I got these beauties!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/DSC_3541copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dipped them into a small amount of melted white chocolate (I know, I know....healthy? Listen, I can't take EVERYTHING away from my Sweetheart). He likes his cake, he just likes it healthier :o)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="420" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/DSC_3544copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue &amp;amp; Gold sprinkles I found at Michaels. Perfect!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/DSC_3547copy.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my Navy man had a little fun and lined all of our Navy cake pops up on a piece of styrophome...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/DSC_3552copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one. Until he created....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Uploaded from the Photobucket iPhone App" border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/9bf76eb3.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An "N" for Navy! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Uploaded from the Photobucket iPhone App" border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/2c627c76.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very proud of himself. And rightfully so.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/December%202011/DSCN3356.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Navy WON for the 10th year in a row!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;27-21. GO NAVY!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;That is all.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-5992475871402634036?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5992475871402634036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=5992475871402634036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/5992475871402634036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/5992475871402634036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/12/army-navy-game-2011.html' title='Army-Navy Game 2011'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-6857548146691191201</id><published>2011-11-29T12:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:14:19.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwd: November Board Meeting Minutes, Please Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from Brenda's iPhone&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Live, Laugh, Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Begin forwarded message:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;From:&lt;/b&gt; Matt and Katy Koch &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:katymatt@hotmail.com"&gt;katymatt@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; November 29, 2011 11:26:09 AM EST&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;To:&lt;/b&gt; Susan Widmayer &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:susanwidmayer@yahoo.com"&gt;susanwidmayer@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:mitz@jd5.so-net.ne.jp"&gt;mitz@jd5.so-net.ne.jp&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, Ann Boody &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:acbb8@yahoo.com"&gt;acbb8@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, Asako Maeda &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:asako@wonglaw.com"&gt;asako@wonglaw.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:yui_haru_mom@nifty.com"&gt;yui_haru_mom@nifty.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, Bobbie Leahey &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:bleahey@mindspring.com"&gt;bleahey@mindspring.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:gonavy84@verizon.net"&gt;gonavy84@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, Charlene Huggins &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:cthuggins@gmail.com"&gt;cthuggins@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, Judy Arden	&amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:d.arden@yahoo.com"&gt;d.arden@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:yjkato@verizon.net"&gt;yjkato@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:nyjunko@aol.com"&gt;nyjunko@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:fuzinav@aol.com"&gt;fuzinav@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:mchargsrus@cox.net"&gt;mchargsrus@cox.net&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:lindawells2@gmail.com"&gt;lindawells2@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, Mary Woods	&amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:woods56@cox.net"&gt;woods56@cox.net&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, Masumi Tochisako &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:masumisan@aol.com"&gt;masumisan@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:pamspups@verizon.net"&gt;pamspups@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:ytyamaguchi@msn.com"&gt;ytyamaguchi@msn.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, Walle Hargreaves	&amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:hargrea4hw@verizon.net"&gt;hargrea4hw@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;, Yuko Ohnishi &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:yohnishi@verizon.net"&gt;yohnishi@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;,	&amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:ekresearch@gmail.com"&gt;ekresearch@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subject:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;RE: November Board Meeting Minutes, Please Review&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Tahoma } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;div dir="ltr"&gt; Dear Board Members,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have attached the November Board Meeting Minutes and have also printed them in this email.&amp;nbsp; Please review and let me know if you have any corrections or additions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks, and see you on Thursday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Katy&lt;br&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WTWC Board Meeting Minutes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;November 3, 2011&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The meeting was called to order by President Susan Widmayer at 10:52 a.m. at TPC Avenel in Potomac, MD.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PRESENT:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;President, Susan Widmayer; 1&lt;sup&gt;ST &lt;/sup&gt;VP, Walle Hargreaves; 2&lt;sup&gt;ND&lt;/sup&gt; VP, Asako Maeda; Treasurer, Bobbie Leahey; Corresponding Secretary, Mary Woods; Recording Secretary, Katy Koch; Assistant Secretary, Teruyo Yamaguchi; Membership, Kathleen Cassidy &amp;amp; Junko Nakayama; Programs, Linda Wells &amp;amp; Yuko Ohnishi; Hospitality, Pam Darwin, Ann Boody, &amp;amp; Akie Ishida; Nominations, Kris McHarg &amp;amp; Masumi Tochisako; Data Base, Sayaka Fudo &amp;amp; her replacement, Eri Kimura; Nakayoshi, Judy Arden &amp;amp; Ayano Murase; Immediate Past President, Charlene Huggins. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ABSENT: Assistant Treasurer, Junko Kato; Hospitality, Brenda Jorgensen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regarding changes to the October Minutes, Susan asked for the following sentence to be deleted from the Programs section:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;"Linda and Yuko will try to book the Westwood Country Club in Vienna, VA, for May."&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A motion was then made to accept the Minutes as amended; it was seconded and passed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PRESIDENT: Susan's report was submitted by email.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She added that our new honorary board member, Yuko Ishikawa, would like to attend a board meeting sometime in the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Susan also expressed appreciation to Judy and Ayano for a beautiful job on the Nakayoshi, to Walle for her work in recognizing the 30-year club members at the October luncheon, and to Kathleen and Junko for their detailed Membership reports. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; VICE PRESIDENT:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Walle's report was submitted by email.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; VICE PRESIDENT:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Asako's report was submitted by email. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TREASURER:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Bobbie's report was submitted by email.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The board thanked her for her excellent work on the budget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CORRESPONDING SECRETARY:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone welcomed Mary back!&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She reported that she has written welcome notes to last month's five new Japanese members.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ASSISTANT SECRETARY: Teruyo had nothing to report this month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MEMBERSHIP:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Reports submitted by email.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PROGRAMS:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yuko thanked Asako for hosting WTWC at Congressional Country Club in October.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The December and February luncheons will be discussed under "Old Business".&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Linda is checking into the Marco Polo restaurant as a venue for the May meeting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;HOSPITALITY:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Reports submitted by email.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Otomodachi Luncheons will be discussed under "Old Business".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;NOMINATIONS:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kris reported that Sachi Hamamoto and Marge Hernandez have joined her committee and will meet with her at the end of November.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Beginning in January, they'll talk to current board members about who would like to serve on the 2012-2013 board.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Masumi reported that Noriko Nishitani will be on her committee; she still needs one more person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;DATA BASE:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sayaka's report was submitted by email.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She will return to Japan in mid-November to prepare for her baby's birth.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She introduced her replacement, Eri Kimura, who joined the club last year.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Eri is a second-generation member, since her mother was also in WTWC.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The board members thanked Sayaka for all her hard work and dedication to WTWC, and welcomed Eri as the newly appointed Data Base chair. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;NAKAYOSHI:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Judy's and Ayano's reports were submitted by email.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ayano mentioned that FedEx does a better job of printing the Nakayoshi than UPS, but it's also more expensive than UPS.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was agreed that the quick, beautiful job FedEx does is worth the extra money.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PAST PRESIDENT:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Charlene had nothing to report.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She will update the phone tree for the next board meeting.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On this topic, Walle suggested printing WTWC's event cancellation policy in the December – January Nakayoshi, to remind members that it's up to the meeting venue to determine whether to cancel in case of bad weather. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OLD BUSINESS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Printing and Distribution of Directories: Sayaka reported that the new directories were given out at the October luncheon and then mailed to those who didn't attend (except for Mary Grealy, Evelyn Gorham, and Fumiko Brees, who haven't paid their dues).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Extra copies were given to the Membership chairs for new members. The board discussed whether to continue mailing the Nakayoshi to the aforementioned women.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Walle suggested that Fumiko's copy could be emailed to her daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kris felt that we should keep mailing a copy to Evelyn, who is a past WTWC president.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In Mary's case, there has been no response to letters from Susan and Kathleen, so the board agreed to stop sending her the Nakayoshi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Format for December and February Programs: Linda reported that the December luncheon will be held at Bethesda Country Club, with the WTWC Chorus performing Christmas music.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Regarding whether to include the "Toys for Tots" program this year, she will get details and contact information from Charlene and notify Judy before the Nov. 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Nakayoshi deadline.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The RSVP deadline for the December luncheon will be Dec. 1&lt;sup&gt;ST&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The February luncheon will be held at TPC and will feature an antiques dealer appraising items brought in by members.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Otomodachi Luncheon Planning: Pam reported that she has 12 hostesses, and that 63 American members and 48 Japanese members have signed up to attend.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ann will send out the invitations to each hostess.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Susan will thank all hostesses in the Dec.-Jan. Nakayoshi, and Ann will write each of them a note.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Board Meeting Schedule:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Susan still needs volunteers to host in January and April.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;New Revised Budget:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Bobbie reported that the revised budget is on track.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6. Recognition Ceremony for 30-year members at October Luncheon:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone agreed how nice it was to honor the 30-year members with roses and certificates.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Judy took a lovely picture of the group – she will send a copy to each honoree.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;NEW BUSINESS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;New Member Applications:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A motion was made to accept proposed American member Vicky Moss; it was seconded and passed.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A motion was then made to accept proposed Japanese members Mutsuko Fukui and Yae Kojima; it was seconded and passed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Change of Status for Linda Ely:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A motion was made to accept Linda's requested change from active to supporting member.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(She is unable to participate in club activities while she is busy settling her father's estate.)&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The motion was seconded and passed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Board Meeting &amp;amp; Potluck in December:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Walle said there is no need to sign up for a specific potluck dish – bring whatever you wish.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She is also planning an advent decoration activity. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Photos in the Nakayoshi:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Walle mentioned that there have been some wonderful photos in the Nakayoshi recently and wondered if the number could be increased.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Judy said that she could use more if people will email them to her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Gift from the Board at the December Luncheon:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Judy asked if the board could offer members a complimentary drink at the holiday luncheon.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Some discussion followed.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Charlene said that this was very much appreciated by members last year and helped to make the day festive.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A motion was made to use reserve board funds to offer a glass of wine or a sparkling non-alcoholic beverage to members at the start of the luncheon.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The cost cannot exceed $750.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The motion was seconded and passed.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The meeting was adjourned at 12:03 p.m.,&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;followed by a luncheon and baby shower in honor of Sayaka.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our next meeting will be held on Thurs., Dec. 1&lt;sup&gt;ST&lt;/sup&gt;, at Walle's home in Reston, VA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Respectfully submitted by Katy Koch, Recording Secretary&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr id="stopSpelling"&gt;Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2011 08:13:02 -0800&lt;br&gt;From: &lt;a href="mailto:susanwidmayer@yahoo.com"&gt;susanwidmayer@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Subject: WTWC December Board Meeting and Holiday Pot Luck&lt;br&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:mitz@jd5.so-net.ne.jp"&gt;mitz@jd5.so-net.ne.jp&lt;/a&gt;; 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&lt;a href="mailto:masumisan@aol.com"&gt;masumisan@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="mailto:pamspups@verizon.net"&gt;pamspups@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="mailto:susanwidmayer@yahoo.com"&gt;susanwidmayer@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="mailto:ytyamaguchi@msn.com"&gt;ytyamaguchi@msn.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="mailto:hargrea4hw@verizon.net"&gt;hargrea4hw@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="mailto:yohnishi@verizon.net"&gt;yohnishi@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="mailto:ekresearch@gmail.com"&gt;ekresearch@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Board Members,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wishing you all a very enjoyable Thanksgiving, doing exactly what you love to do best, whether it is cooking for loved ones, gathering around the table of family and friends, taking a walk through the woods, or just enjoying the 4 day vacation.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy and be thankful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;I want to remind you of our December 1 Board meeting at Walle Hargreaves' home at 10:30.&amp;nbsp; The meeting will be followed by a pot luck lunch (bring what you wish to share), and then a surprise project involving traditional German decorations.&amp;nbsp; I guarantee you will be delighted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Please RSVP to Walle for the lunch and project so that she can  plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;See you next week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;Susan Widmayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;10528 Mereworth Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oakton, VA 22124&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;tel: 703-255-0406&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-6857548146691191201?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6857548146691191201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=6857548146691191201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6857548146691191201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6857548146691191201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/11/fwd-november-board-meeting-minutes.html' title='Fwd: November Board Meeting Minutes, Please Review'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-1991971618798677611</id><published>2011-06-25T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T14:20:07.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you've been married a long time when your husband gives you this ensemble as a gift:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w24b-wS_PuI/TgYm2fKMBHI/AAAAAAAABVk/nw5rKuOT7eE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDE0MDgtMjAxMTA2MjUtMTQxNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-707779"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w24b-wS_PuI/TgYm2fKMBHI/AAAAAAAABVk/nw5rKuOT7eE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDE0MDgtMjAxMTA2MjUtMTQxNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-707779"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622223902337664114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent from Brenda&amp;#39;s BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-1991971618798677611?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1991971618798677611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=1991971618798677611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/1991971618798677611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/1991971618798677611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-know-youve-been-married-long-time.html' title='You know you&apos;ve been married a long time when your husband gives you this ensemble as a gift:'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w24b-wS_PuI/TgYm2fKMBHI/AAAAAAAABVk/nw5rKuOT7eE/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDE0MDgtMjAxMTA2MjUtMTQxNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-707779' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-1374102566645224019</id><published>2011-04-02T17:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T18:06:40.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at my new statuettes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to show off what came in a little box for me&amp;nbsp;earlier this week.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ohyRZo0KJ4/TZeTjfb3RcI/AAAAAAAABVY/uaaVd8WPFag/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDEtMjAxMTAzMjUtMTgyMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-741182" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591099700346832322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ohyRZo0KJ4/TZeTjfb3RcI/AAAAAAAABVY/uaaVd8WPFag/s640/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDEtMjAxMTAzMjUtMTgyMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-741182" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Look at these two&amp;nbsp;little wooden statuettes that my father in law made for me! It may not show well in the photograph, but they stand up and can be displayed on a shelf or in a cabinet. LOVE, LOVE, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; THEM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;The left one is my son&amp;nbsp;Josh at his recent (March 4) Army boot camp/AIT graduation at Ft. Benning, GA and the other is my precious, precious&amp;nbsp;Minnie Mouse; my little female long haired chihuahua whom we lost last September due to heart failure at age 12 1/2. (((breaking my heart)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;To say that I was surprised by the box is very true. To say that I was brought to tears by these adorable little figurines&amp;nbsp;is &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; very true. Do I wish I had taken a better picture of them instead of with my cell phone on top of all of my clutter with my uber funky&amp;nbsp;brown blanket in the background?&amp;nbsp;- Well, uhhh...YES!!&amp;nbsp;But I couldn't wait to show you all and waiting for me to get organized enough&amp;nbsp;to get some &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt; images on my blog may have taken&amp;nbsp;awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;My world&amp;nbsp;misses&amp;nbsp;Minnie &amp;amp; Josh&amp;nbsp;every single day. Thanks, Jack, for making these for me. I will treasure them forever and ever. I mean that from the bottom of my &amp;nbsp;heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;And quit making me cry xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-1374102566645224019?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1374102566645224019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=1374102566645224019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/1374102566645224019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/1374102566645224019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/04/look-at-my-new-statuettes.html' title='Look at my new statuettes!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ohyRZo0KJ4/TZeTjfb3RcI/AAAAAAAABVY/uaaVd8WPFag/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDEtMjAxMTAzMjUtMTgyMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-741182' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4962612809999244658</id><published>2011-03-10T16:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:22:26.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><title type='text'>PVT Josh Davis, Graduation ~ The 3rd generations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhzWTKsKqjI/TXlJ9DokUbI/AAAAAAAABVQ/VlSXIjPke1w/s1600/DSC_2684_copy-718414.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582574526398747058" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhzWTKsKqjI/TXlJ9DokUbI/AAAAAAAABVQ/VlSXIjPke1w/s640/DSC_2684_copy-718414.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay, He did it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so proud to share&amp;nbsp;with everyone that Josh graduated boot camp &amp;amp; advanced infantry training on March 4th!!! We got to spend several&amp;nbsp;wonderful days with him at Ft. Benning, GA. The 198th Infantry Brigade&amp;nbsp;put on a very&amp;nbsp;impressive&amp;nbsp;ceremony at the National Infantry Museum and I enjoyed the speech from Batallion Commander LTC&amp;nbsp;Hastings,&amp;nbsp;quite memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Josh's repeated requests, Johnny&amp;nbsp;dug his uniform out of retirement to wear ONE LAST time for the ceremony. He was thankful (and proud) that it still fit after 4 years! He &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; say not to make him laugh or he'd have a problem, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 generations of military in our family: Left to Right: Allen/Dad (Air Force), Josh (Army), Johnny/Step Dad (Navy, Ret.), Jerry/Grandpa (Army, Ret.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of pictures to share in the coming weeks of the ceremonies and of Uchee Creek Campgrounds ... (I took 472 pics&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Johnny took 83....umm...and that doesn't count the rest of my familys' cameras&amp;nbsp;AND cell phone pics). I sure have my work cut out for me in creating a memory scrap book for Josh from when he raised his right hand to graduation day. But I can handle it :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that out of &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hundreds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of photos there is not ONE image&amp;nbsp;of just me and my soldier? And not ONE of Johnny, me &amp;amp; Josh; a family photo. In all of the excitement it didn't occur to me....I am stunned. Oh well. What's a Mama to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for your support everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4962612809999244658?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4962612809999244658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4962612809999244658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4962612809999244658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4962612809999244658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/03/pvt-josh-davis-graduation-3rd.html' title='PVT Josh Davis, Graduation ~ The 3rd generations'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhzWTKsKqjI/TXlJ9DokUbI/AAAAAAAABVQ/VlSXIjPke1w/s72-c/DSC_2684_copy-718414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-2639516102836297338</id><published>2011-03-10T13:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T14:05:12.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooden Spoon Trick</title><content type='html'>I've always wished that I could pull practical jokes on people. I'm not a funny person, I don't think. I inevidabley ruin the punch lines of every joke I try to repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the ability to have a dead pan poker face when I'm trying to trick someone, but instead, my big, dumb, cheesy grin gives me up within seconds every single time.....so I can appreciate this video. It made me laugh so hard, and I can't even understand a single word the guys are saying!! It's probably due to the fact that I have a nearly 20 year old son and this is something he and his friends would do! When Josh sees this I can bet you $100 he will pull this on one of his buddies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0vqUdC-8nFY" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-2639516102836297338?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2639516102836297338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=2639516102836297338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2639516102836297338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2639516102836297338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/03/wooden-spoon-trick.html' title='Wooden Spoon Trick'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0vqUdC-8nFY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4146002160463052763</id><published>2011-02-14T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:05:53.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day! xoxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year Johnny &amp;amp; I celebrated Valentine's Day early on Saturday night with a group of about 30&amp;nbsp;friends.&amp;nbsp;My girlfriend&amp;nbsp;Pam's son is in culinary school&amp;nbsp;and we were treated to&amp;nbsp;"Italian Night with Chef Brendan" (I will be blogging those pics shortly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;em&gt;Ooooo&lt;/em&gt;....I actually &lt;u&gt;forgot&lt;/u&gt; that &lt;em&gt;TODAY&lt;/em&gt; was Valentine's Day (Doh!) until I came down to the kitchen this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/ValentinesDay20114.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sweet&amp;nbsp;Johnny&amp;nbsp;left me a beautiful, romantic&amp;nbsp;card on the kitchen counter before he left for work. He left me &lt;em&gt;TWO&lt;/em&gt; cards, actually, but the second one is not G rated&amp;nbsp;for my blog viewers, haha. (It's very&amp;nbsp;funny! But for my eyes only *wink*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/ValentinesDay20115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/ValentinesDay20115.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I love about Johnny. No matter what we're doing or where we going, I know&amp;nbsp;we will&amp;nbsp;laugh. We've laughed our way through 13 1/2 years so far.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/ValentinesDay20112.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We truly &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; the best of&amp;nbsp;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/ValentinesDay20113.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Johnny&amp;nbsp;likes to say that we could go to the city dump and still find a way to enjoy ourselves. I say, that's fine, as long as he packs me some sweet tea before we head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/ValentinesDay2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/ValentinesDay2011.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't imagine going through my life without my Johnny. I mean, who would I watch CSI reruns with and who would I give the run down of&amp;nbsp;what today's&amp;nbsp;Dr. Phill &amp;amp; Oprah show was all about every night?&amp;nbsp;Who would squeeze Johnny's&amp;nbsp;toothpaste tube all crazy &amp;amp; crooked and who would be his back seat driver? I mean....oooh...scary thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I heart him&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/DSC_2397.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also another little surprise on my kitchen counter. The man knows me &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh, how I wish this were smell-a-vision...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope you all have a wonderfully loving Valentine's Day and that &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; heart flames are burning strong.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4146002160463052763?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4146002160463052763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4146002160463052763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4146002160463052763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4146002160463052763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day-xoxo.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day! xoxo'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-6170706978998846928</id><published>2011-02-09T18:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:24:01.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Force 2 Tour, Andrews Air Force Base</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How lucky&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;WE??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Army wives club was treated to a very &lt;u&gt;special&lt;/u&gt; tour last week at Andrews Air Force Base&amp;nbsp;that is not available to the general public&amp;nbsp;because one of our members' husband is the pilot of......&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; can you guess??? ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/AF2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="421" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/AF2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Force Two! This is the Vice President's (&amp;amp; Secretary of State's) plane. To say it was impressive in person is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/AF2_4picblogitboard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="445" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/AF2_4picblogitboard.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Photos via Kris Needham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Our tour started off at the 89th Airlift&amp;nbsp;Wing where AF2&amp;nbsp;pilot, Lt. Col.&amp;nbsp;Needham set up a film for us to watch on the history of the squadron and the fleet of planes. I was surprised to know there are several Air Force Two's&amp;nbsp;in different sizes...sorry, but I was not aware!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Wingdings; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the film our pilot answered questions from our group then gave us a shopping opportunity. AF2 t-shirts for sale!! There I am with the girls (bottom right) waiting to go out to the plane (it was so cold!!).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/DSC_2205_copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/DSC_2205_copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of the ladies were in a long line to get their photo made in front of &lt;em&gt;this seal&lt;/em&gt; on the plane. So....monkey see, monkey do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/DSC_2222_copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/DSC_2222_copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Ummm....hello? Can someone please take&amp;nbsp;Mr. Biden some coffee?" Tap, tap, tap...is this thing &lt;em&gt;on?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/DSC_2211_copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/DSC_2211_copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Mr. VP, Sir, no more coffee today. All my girlfriends cleaned you out. Guess I'm&amp;nbsp;fired on my first day on the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/DSC_2184_cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/DSC_2184_cropped.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Group photo with AF2&amp;nbsp;pilots on the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/DSC_2224_copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you look at these 3 cuties? My friends Pam, Debbie &amp;amp; Lori, slightly frozen, but always beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/AF2_4picblogitboard_2.jpg" width="523" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos via Kris Needham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Top left:&amp;nbsp;The AF2 flight attendant (I'm so sorry I didn't get her name!). She's been working for the VP for 5 years. Top Right: One of the kind crew members who answered the hundreds of questions hurled his way. He was so patient!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Afterwards we all went over to the Officer's Club and had a delicious lunch, complete with ice cream bar &amp;amp; cake&amp;nbsp;for dessert. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a fun tour this was! We felt very honored that the 89th Airlift Squadron took the time to secure a plane for us to tour and to show us around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a great week everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-6170706978998846928?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6170706978998846928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=6170706978998846928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6170706978998846928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6170706978998846928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/02/photobucket.html' title='Air Force 2 Tour, Andrews Air Force Base'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-2626436401823164155</id><published>2011-02-01T11:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:44:44.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What They Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy February everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's the month of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ve.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This month I signed up for a&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;FREE&lt;/u&gt; month long&amp;nbsp;mini course called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.mailchimp.com/dcb16456c382f72009ff2f6bc/images/joy_of_love_logo_500_px.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" id="_x0000_i1025" src="http://gallery.mailchimp.com/dcb16456c382f72009ff2f6bc/images/joy_of_love_logo_500_px.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;by Kelly Willette @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willettedesigns.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.willettedesigns.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's what her email stated: "Participants will receive daily email prompts/photo assignments with some tutorial/instruction built into the daily email lesson. It is that easy.&amp;nbsp;I email you every morning, and you follow the assignment/prompt if you would like.&amp;nbsp;I will create a public &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/joyoflove/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;flickr gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; where you can share if you so choose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll do it!&amp;nbsp;I thought, this will be fun, get my creative juices flowing and help me take that&amp;nbsp;Project 365 image of the day also. Anyone want to join me? Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willettedesigns.com/?page_id=2780"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; to sign up for The Joy of Love and begin getting your email assignments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today's assignment: "WHAT THEY DO"&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;They&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, being the ones you love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/Whattheydo1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's the adorable,&amp;nbsp;handsome man that I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. The one who makes me laugh every day and reminds me that I cannot change what I didn't&amp;nbsp;control to begin with....&lt;em&gt;so relax&lt;/em&gt;. He's my "chill pill." He's good for my nerves, but&amp;nbsp;wonderful for my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/Whattheydo2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What does he do? He loves to telecommute from home. In his pajamas! Thank goodness there's no Skype involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/Whattheydo4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He'll spend 1/2 the day holed up on the couch concentrating on all of the world's problems....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/Whattheydo3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;......Or at least the ones in his office, in his fuzzy blue Naval Academy robe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/Whattheydo6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eating his snacks, drinking his iced tea....one teleconference after another, he plugs away. Comfy &amp;amp; snuggly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/Whattheydo5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Making his millions.......&amp;nbsp;HAHAHA&lt;em&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;........ sorry, I just wanted to see how it&amp;nbsp;felt typing that. It was nice, actually. I don't regret it. OK. Do over. Achem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Making an honest living for our family and keeping&amp;nbsp;a warm roof over our heads. Thank you, Johnny. I love an appreciate you so much. You work so hard and you look adorable doing it&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Wingdings; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And what do Chihuahuas &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/Whattheydo7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just a lot of this. Until supper time, when they go into full on&amp;nbsp;attack mode until&amp;nbsp;Johnny submits and gives them their chicken dinners. Then they go right back to doing a lot of this again. But they love and appreciate Daddy, too. &lt;em&gt;Very much&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/February/Feb1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of course, this has to be tagged as my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/sets/72157625720643674/"&gt;Project 365&lt;/a&gt; image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love this man. And I look forward to "finding the love" with him for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Josh_goingbacktotraining-Page019.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post would not be complete if I didn't remember what my boy does. I'm so proud of him xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I do....is I love &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of&amp;nbsp;them&amp;nbsp;with all of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-2626436401823164155?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2626436401823164155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=2626436401823164155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2626436401823164155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2626436401823164155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-they-do.html' title='What They Do'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-7551521811454037413</id><published>2011-01-30T18:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:52:14.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365: Jan 23 ~ Jan30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe another week has come and gone! I'm sitting here doing tons of laundry (how do &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; people wear &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; many clothes?!?) &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;waiting for my Sunday call from Josh. I'm so excited! He said last&amp;nbsp;week&amp;nbsp;(we got our first call&amp;nbsp;3 weeks after he left for&amp;nbsp;advanced boot camp) that his drill sergeants were going to allow him a call home every Sunday from now on. I sure hope he calls soon!&amp;nbsp;The day passes very, &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; slowly when I'm staring at the clock every 10 minutes.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have an exciting week ahead. Book Club is going to be at an Indian Restaurant so that we can get the "feel" for the book being set in India. I can't wait. I have a tea with the Army wives and a field trip to Andrews Air Force Base to tour Air Force 2, the Vice President's Plane. How cool is that? I'm going to have a fun time with my camera this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meanwhile, I'm plugging away with my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/sets/72157625720643674/with/5402023769/"&gt;Project 365&lt;/a&gt; ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5385504696/" title="Jan 23 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 23" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5215/5385504696_b9e7fe8ec1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;{My charm bracelet} Overjoyed today! After 3 weeks, we finally got a phone call from our son who's in boot camp. He sounded well ~ happy &amp;amp; healthy and seems to be enjoying himself, his environment &amp;amp; his training. We are so proud of him. It was wonderful to hear his voice xoxoxo. I used my new crackle texture on this image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5385504688/" title="Jan 24 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 24" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5215/5385504688_c02b2ac56a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In my next life, can I please be the food photographer for Wegman's Menu Magazine, Dear Lord? In the meantime, I'll keep practicing. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5388419425/" title="Jan 25 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 25" height="384" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5017/5388419425_ea91452773.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I was looking for "repeating patterns" for my P365 theme and though this wasn't exactly what I had in mind I was stopped dead in my tracks at Wegman's grocery store by these adorable little faces begging all passers by "pleeeeease take me home." They made me smile so I took them home. All of them. In a photograph, at least&amp;nbsp; ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5391311856/" title="Jan 26 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 26" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5057/5391311856_96c92fd769.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is our day on the East Coast. Add cold to this and you have the whole picture. It just turned from rain, to sleet to snow all in the period of 1/2 hour so I'm betting tomorrow's P365 image will have some white stuff in it!&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5393202413/" title="Jan 27 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 27" height="414" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5219/5393202413_098f8fecf1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought I'd have a gorgeous snow photo for my P365 today, but instead it's just a big, slushy mess outside. We got several inches, but now it's all melting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was standing on my deck I noticed that the ice on our peach tree is finally melting....and that the tree is budding ??? I repeat ??? It's confused. So am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5396188548/" title="Jan 28 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 28" height="424" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4151/5396188548_d7fe5c8487.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I caught my sweet little Peanut day dreaming today. She was adorable wrapped up in her warm blanket, staring out through the large bay window watching the snow fall. She seemed hypnotized by the pretty white stuff falling softly to the ground. Too cute ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5399339436/" title="Jan 29 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 29" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5299/5399339436_01186bdf15.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's P365 theme: RED. I thought it would be so hard to challenge myself with a red theme just two days after a big snow storm....and then I stepped outside and saw the holly bush covered in snow in my driveway, ha! I forgot about that. But lucky for me, had it not been for this bush, you'd be looking at a photo of a stop sign right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5402023769/" title="Jan 30 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 30" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5402023769_f20ed1721b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My silly Chihuahua Peanut. My husband is holding her for me so that I can cut her nails. She's trying to pull her little paws as close to her body as she can to keep them away from me.&amp;nbsp;Poor thing, they are so long, but we put it off as long as possible since she acts like we are torturing her to death when we trim them. I'm surprised the neighbors haven't called the cops on us with all the screetching &amp;amp; carrying on she does. Lordy....all that drama coming out of a 5 pound dog. We always feel like we need a drink when it's all over with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My project 365 is&amp;nbsp;the one thing that gets my mind off of feeling anxiety&amp;nbsp;about Josh&amp;nbsp;being gone. Every day gets easier and every day that I get a letter from him makes me realize that he's settling into his new life and is doing&amp;nbsp;very well. I'm extremely proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you have any Project 365&amp;nbsp;ideas let me know!! Leave me a message&amp;nbsp;in the comments section below or on Facebook. Give me a shout out ~ A color! A word! A mood! A theme! An item......I'll see if I can accept the challenge....Rated PG please....achem....Kat. Haha. I know you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My boy still hasn't called, but Johnny's tummy is a grumbling and my laundry is calling me so I'll bid you all adieu and get on with my evening. Hugs&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; kisses!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-7551521811454037413?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/sets/72157625720643674/with/5402023769/' title='Project 365: Jan 23 ~ Jan30'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7551521811454037413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=7551521811454037413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7551521811454037413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7551521811454037413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365-jan-23-jan30.html' title='Project 365: Jan 23 ~ Jan30'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5215/5385504696_b9e7fe8ec1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-6704803737751837597</id><published>2011-01-27T14:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:17:32.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY! Helga's Maiden Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;This is the only pic I have of Johnny &amp;amp; Helga’s “First Date” and it’s so sweet, even though it was dark and it’s taken on my cell phone. It’s&amp;nbsp;a historical moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TUHNgbz7CJI/AAAAAAAABVE/-4NnwhqLSS4/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA0MDgtMjAxMTAxMjYtMTkxNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-781139"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566956571511687314" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TUHNgbz7CJI/AAAAAAAABVE/-4NnwhqLSS4/s640/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA0MDgtMjAxMTAxMjYtMTkxNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-781139" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;It was cute because dinner was coming out of the oven and there is nothing in the world Johnny is motivated by more than supper and boxed wine, yet he kept looking outside and saying "WOW…..I don’t want the snow to build up too much, maybe I should get Helga fired up." And about a minute later, looking&amp;nbsp;out the kitchen blinds, he says,&amp;nbsp;"Hmmm.... seems there’s a break in the snow and it’s getting darker and darker (&lt;em&gt;it was already pitch black, how can it get darker?&lt;/em&gt;) so maybe I should….."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;I said, "&lt;u&gt;FINE!&lt;/u&gt; I’ll put the oven on warm. &lt;strong&gt;GO! Get out of here!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;I hadn’t completely finished my sentence, turned around from the oven and he was already gone. &lt;em&gt;Poof.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;He went up and down our teensy driveway for awhile and then I noticed that he disappeared. He had a blast going around to the neighbors’ and clearing sidewalks, etc. He came back in soaking wet, his face all red and sweaty, a big, cheesy grin on his face and gave me the “thumbs up.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;I have been listening to Johnny pray and whine for snow since July so I’m pleased to announce that he finally got his wish. And I don’t have to hear it anymore! We’re &lt;em&gt;BOTH&lt;/em&gt; happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Maiandra GD&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(P.S.&amp;nbsp;And 1.5 hrs later, we finally ate supper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-6704803737751837597?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6704803737751837597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=6704803737751837597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6704803737751837597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6704803737751837597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/img00408-20110126-1915jpg.html' title='FINALLY! Helga&apos;s Maiden Voyage'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TUHNgbz7CJI/AAAAAAAABVE/-4NnwhqLSS4/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA0MDgtMjAxMTAxMjYtMTkxNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-781139' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-8942479498326546902</id><published>2011-01-22T22:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:22:25.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back on my week through photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;It’s been a busy week and I’ve hardly had time to check in. I have been diligent in writing to Josh daily and making sure he always gets something during “mail call” that I’ve given up my blog time. I’m literally all talked out after I write him letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Josh is all settled back into his routine and learning how to shoot his weapon and rucking 6 miles with all of his gear on. He’s working hard and counting down the days to graduation. We all are!! I can’t wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Thought I’d share my Project 365 pics from this week with you….(starting with today and working backwards) in case you’re not bored enough, ha! My main goal is to simply capture "a moment" a "mood" or "feeling" or the "highlight" of my day; something that stands out to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I'm NOT afraid to use my cell phone because life happens and you take a capture when it happens with whatever means you have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Three of the following images were on my cell phones. Can you guess which ones they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Project 365&amp;nbsp;~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Photo captions in brackets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5379599766/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Jan 22 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 22" height="480" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5285/5379599766_07164661cd.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;{It's a frosty, windy &amp;amp; grey 22* outside, yet I stepped inside the grocery store, took of my gloves and was immediately greeted by the most magnificent yellow roses I'd ever seen. They warmed my heart ♥ even if the rest of me was still frozen}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Aren't they pretty?&amp;nbsp;I loved them so much I used the image to make&amp;nbsp;a new header for my blog!&amp;nbsp; Do you like it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5376808548/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Jan 21 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 21" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5290/5376808548_babfe1cbbe.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;{Lunch: I love my husband. I really, really do. But sometimes he makes something so, ummmm.... "creative" for lunch that literally makes me gag. Today he mixed a ton of mustard into a can of tuna, spread it on a slice of bread then heaped on a pile of macaroni &amp;amp; cheese. The smell was enough to make me hold my breath. I snapped the pic then ran. Just wanted you to know my husband a tad.....sorry if I grossed you out.}&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5376808630/" title="Jan 20 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 20" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5376808630_97c1173bdb.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Happy Birthday Army WIves Club of Washington D.C.!&amp;nbsp; We celebrated by having a luncheon and playing Bingo at the O'Club. No...I didn't win, but I sure had fun trying &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5370550902/" title="Jan 19 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 19" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5047/5370550902_13b53a1752.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;I posted this image&amp;nbsp;earlier this week: &amp;nbsp;{They didn't get to call home. I waited 3 days, phone in hand. UGH. I'm really missing my son today. I just want to hear his voice. Maybe next weekend.....shot this on my shiny black stove top. Natural light from the kitchen window.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5367736674/" title="Jan 18 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 18" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5202/5367736674_454e88800d.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;{Today, I awoke and&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;my entire world had been dipped in shellac.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5365484065/" title="Jan 17 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 17" height="480" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5365484065_bd0bdaf349.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;{Visited Quantico Marine Base today&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;OOH-RAH!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5366097832/" title="Jan 16 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 16" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5090/5366097832_42bba12245.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5365484065/" title="Jan 17 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;{Chicken dinner.....you'd better......Fear the Chihuahua!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Peanut was a bit confused as I was laying on my stomach with my lens resting on one side of the dish. I was all I could do to keep her from licking my lens.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She's such a dainty eater&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5358410161/" title="Jan 15 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 15" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5285/5358410161_c3463b41bf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The next two I forgot to add the date. DOH! ~ ﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;{Jan. 15 ~ Haven't spoken to my son at bootcamp in 2 weeks, but got a surprise text message from him tonight. Something so simple as being able to say "Goodnight" gave me joy &amp;amp; completely made my day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;xoxo I hope he gets to call home tomorrow.....}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5355226333/" title="Jan 14 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 14" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5355226333_df4d9cc114.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;{Jan 14 ~ For inspiration for today's P365 image I asked my husband to "pick a color, ANY color" and he yelled GREEN! The hunt was on (inside the house bc I'm a weather weanie). This is my favorite little metal box; a gift from my friend. I love dragonfly's....and it meets my husband's criteria&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt; }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Did you figure it out? Ok, fine. I'll tell ya: The roses, the bingo photo&amp;nbsp;and the statue at Quantico ~ yup, those were on my blackberry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Crazy, huh? I encourage you to capture your life, &lt;em&gt;your way&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; are the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; judge. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; are the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; person you need to please. Have fun and make memories! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I'll cya next week. Have a great, relaxing Sunday&amp;nbsp; ZZZzzzzzzzzz............nap, anyone? Yes, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-8942479498326546902?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8942479498326546902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=8942479498326546902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8942479498326546902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8942479498326546902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-back-on-my-week-through.html' title='A look back on my week through photographs'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5285/5379599766_07164661cd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-6186848176224250951</id><published>2011-01-19T14:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:44:31.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Not so Rosey Day ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't gotten to speak with Josh since he got back to his base. I'm so bummed. I just need to hear his voice. Even for 5 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not whining. I'm just &lt;em&gt;saying&lt;/em&gt;. That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5370550902/" title="Jan 19 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 19" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5047/5370550902_13b53a1752.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/sets/72157625720643674/with/5367736674/"&gt;Project 365&lt;/a&gt; image....I can't help it. I'm missing him so much today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took the photo for Josh, actually. &lt;em&gt;Ironically,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;to put in my daily letter to cheer him up and to remind him to remain strong and centered during his training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't get it. The other platoons got to phone home on&amp;nbsp;Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't get down often at all. Hardly &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the FINALITY of my son moving out - NO - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;moving AWAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - is sorta hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Really&lt;/u&gt; sorta hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not whining. Just saying....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I promised that I'd document my days/feelings/LIFE in my blog. Sorry&amp;nbsp; :o(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'll print out the picture and EAT IT! Take my own advice, haha! It will probably taste like chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/img025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/img025.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Brenda, you have to get used to this. Your "Mom job" is over. You got the "20 year pin!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Can I just take a moment to acknowledge my awesome tan? My &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; evidence that I didn't &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; look like a Costco sized container&amp;nbsp;of cottage cheese since moving to&amp;nbsp;the East Coast. The FREEZING East Coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/img028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/img028.jpg" width="446" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You have to admit, he was the &lt;em&gt;cutest&lt;/em&gt; kid!! Wasn't he? That round&amp;nbsp;button nose, oh my, I love this kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow's a new, exciting, beginning. A fresh start with a new attitude. I promise. I get to go play BINGO with the Army wives! Did I say Army. Oh &lt;em&gt;Maaaaann&lt;/em&gt;!!......&lt;em&gt;ughh&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-6186848176224250951?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6186848176224250951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=6186848176224250951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6186848176224250951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6186848176224250951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-so-rosey-day.html' title='A Not so Rosey Day ~'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5047/5370550902_13b53a1752_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4130396592420430104</id><published>2011-01-18T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:39:29.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BRRRrrrrrr!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being cold more than &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt;. I'd rather&amp;nbsp;fly &lt;em&gt;around the world&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;than be cold (I hate flying). I realize "hate" is a strong word and I don't use it often, but in this case....it applies. Sorry. But it does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Blog3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our grill cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{{I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;maaaay&lt;/em&gt; have mentioned moving to San Diego once &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;twice (or 6x)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;I peeked&amp;nbsp;outside this morning}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;had an ice storm over night&amp;nbsp;and there are&amp;nbsp;literally ice crystals laying on the surface of &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; in my world right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cold, cold&amp;nbsp;world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="421" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Blog1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add to that 1/2 inch of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Blog2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every branch, every old leaf, every stick and dormant blade of grass is&amp;nbsp;encased in ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Blog7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's magical and haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Blog6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breathtaking &amp;amp; surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Blog4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's as if the Earth&amp;nbsp;has been&amp;nbsp;dipped in shellac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Blog5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this amazing?&amp;nbsp; Are you cold yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Project365_Jan18.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/sets/72157625720643674/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Project 365&lt;/a&gt; photo. Pretty much sums up my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As, achem...."big boned" as I am ....my body chills so quickly, my spine actually starts to ache. But, admittedly, my little 10 minute field trip to my court yard was stunning and exhilarating. I was speechless (and that doesn't happen often, trust me). The only sound outside was the sound of my camera shutter firing and it seemed to echo down the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Johnny spent 1 1/2 hours mid morning&amp;nbsp;chipping ice off the front steps and (his) windshield. He actually went to work!!even&amp;nbsp;though all our schools are closed today. Do you think that qualifies him as a workaholic? Just asking. He'd have been faster going in on ice skates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me, on the other hand, will spend the day doing laundry and having a PJ Day. Coffee pot is on and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm staying put!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be pretending I live in San Diego.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4130396592420430104?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4130396592420430104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4130396592420430104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4130396592420430104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4130396592420430104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/brrrrrrrrr.html' title='BRRRrrrrrr!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-1334790420466957687</id><published>2011-01-14T13:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:48:06.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been SO busy!</title><content type='html'>I am all talked out. Seriously, I have &lt;em&gt;tons&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;~ and I do mean &lt;u&gt;TONS&lt;/u&gt; ~ of images on my camera still stuck in there from Christmas! And I will get them blogged......some day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue is that I'm writing Josh every day, trying hard to get him letters for "mail call," and I'm all talked out by the end of it.&amp;nbsp;Can you believe it? MEEEE??? Talked out, ha! I know, that's hilarious. But, for once in my life, it's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is golden, right? I'm trying to convince myself of that. Once boot camp is over I will pour&amp;nbsp;my lil 'ol chatter box self back into these spaces&amp;nbsp;again. Don't worry about me. I'm here! I'm well! I'm counting down the days to graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my Project 365 ~ the link is on the side of my blog in the Project 365 button----&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share two of my P365 images of my girls with you before I dart off on errands. Peanut &amp;amp; Piper make me&amp;nbsp;smile and laugh out loud&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; day and bring me so much&amp;nbsp;joy. Dogs do that so effortlessly, don't they? You dog people will understand..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5352978653/" title="Jan 13 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 13" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5352978653_38ebb693dd.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Peanut actually "smiles!" Yes, she &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;. I see it. You see it too, I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not crazy. Sometimes you can even see her little teeth and it cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5347370433/" title="Jan 11 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 11" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5123/5347370433_3378cb0fd3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sweet Piper, on the other hand, doesn't smile &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;. Ever. She has the cutest pouty face ever. She always looks like someone just stole her chewey. Awww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love her button nose&amp;nbsp; xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, if the weather doesn't clear up soon, my Project 365 pics are going to be of every part of my dogs and they are going to run away from home!! They&amp;nbsp;see me creeping up to them with my camera and I can almost here them saying, "UGH, sheesh...here 'she' comes again....quick, look like you're sleeping maybe she'll go away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't taken today's image and they are looking &lt;em&gt;darling&lt;/em&gt; laying side by side on their hot pad..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a wonderful weekend everyone&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-1334790420466957687?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1334790420466957687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=1334790420466957687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/1334790420466957687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/1334790420466957687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/been-so-busy.html' title='Been SO busy!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5352978653_38ebb693dd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4700533483385528489</id><published>2011-01-08T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T11:32:27.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the "Remote Start"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear God, save me. What the heck is that white stuff....What is its purpose and why are you doing this to me???&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;And why must I see my breath outside when I speak, it's not natural.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Why are there UGGS on my feet and not flip flops? I think I've gone to Hell and by the way:&amp;nbsp;Hell &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; frozen over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a &lt;em&gt;teensy bit&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;self absorbed today, I'll admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5336124548/" title="3/4 inches. That's plenty for me. by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="3/4 inches. That's plenty for me." height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5004/5336124548_f3d0340046.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 inches. That's plenty for me. I'm so over winter. And it's &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; January 8th. OMG...Johnny's outside clearing the drive and steps. He doesn't mind. Besides, if I'm out there with him&amp;nbsp;he has to hear me grumble and mention the always perfect weather in San Diego about 482 times so it's not worth it (we lived there when we were newlyweds for 18 perfect, glorious months). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every winter, ALL winter, I complain. Happily, though. Usually he gets smacked with a big snowball upside the head then I go in and make hot cocoa. I love him. He loves me.&amp;nbsp;It's the way we roll.&amp;nbsp;I hate being cold.&amp;nbsp;I mean....He hates to cook. So I cook! What's wrong with this picture?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why the best thing that's ever happened to me since we moved here 9 years ago&amp;nbsp;is the intallation of REMOTE STARTS in both of our cars. That's what we got each other for Christmas this year (&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Translation:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;He went out of town for a week and&amp;nbsp;I took both cars into the Toyota dealer&amp;nbsp;and had remote starts installed and then&amp;nbsp;wrapped the receipts up under the tree for him to open Dec. 25&lt;/em&gt;) and screamed&amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas Honey! Excited?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Josh. He knew about it so that makes him my accomplice. Does a good Mom blame her only child in matters of remote starts? He's not even here to defend himself....YES. She. Does. He could've stopped me. He has muscles. Really &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; muscles! But he didn't so we're in this together. Arms linked, undivided &amp;amp; broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now there is NO grumbling before&amp;nbsp;we head out on errands&amp;nbsp;because we use our key fob&amp;nbsp;and go &lt;em&gt;CLICK&lt;/em&gt; from our kitchen window and the car starts VA-ROOM!! and in 10-15 minutes when we leave the car is toasty warm. Nirvana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret to a happy marriage. &lt;a href="http://www.toyota.com/accessories/featured/remote-engine-starter.html"&gt;Remote Start!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy wife. Happy life. That's Johnny's motto! I love him. He loves me. That's the way we roll. Only now we roll around pre-heated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Toasty, warm, happy wife&amp;nbsp;in Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4700533483385528489?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4700533483385528489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4700533483385528489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4700533483385528489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4700533483385528489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/ode-to-remote-start.html' title='Ode to the &quot;Remote Start&quot;'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5004/5336124548_f3d0340046_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4218220352480486559</id><published>2011-01-07T16:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:36:38.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5334165196/" title="Jan 7 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 7" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5334165196_43af2eace8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 7, Project 365&lt;/u&gt; ~ Gloomy, dark, dreary day today. Headache....I rarely ever get them. Ouch. Staying in all day. Loved the lines in the window &amp;amp; the dragonfly makes me yearn for Spring. Guess I've got a long winter ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know what made me feel better and even smile a little, despite my headache? The next 3 pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="484" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/DSC_1420copy_crop.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Johnny took these pics of me and GI Josh right before we took our soldier&amp;nbsp;to the bus station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oooobviously&lt;/em&gt;, getting goodbye kisses from his Mama are something he &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; looks forward to. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="499" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/DSC_1421copy_crop.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And making a manly rough &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;tough&amp;nbsp;Rambo face makes getting "said kisses from Mama" more macho.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="516" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/DSC_1415copy_crop.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;What a cutie pie&amp;nbsp; :o)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;{{{proud Mama}}}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I have to put that&amp;nbsp;last one in a frame....and on my iPad. And on my iTouch. And on my blackberry....and in my&amp;nbsp;Facebook album. And on a billboard staple gun'd&amp;nbsp;to my garage door&amp;nbsp;and I'll give everyone a magnet......And.....what?!? I said I was proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Josh_goingbacktotraining-Page019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Josh_goingbacktotraining-Page019.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or I'll just make a scrapbook page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kid.&amp;nbsp;This is what happens when you're an only child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4218220352480486559?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4218220352480486559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4218220352480486559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4218220352480486559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4218220352480486559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-friday-day-7-project-365-gloomy.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5334165196_43af2eace8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-7525658790765618653</id><published>2011-01-06T18:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:24:26.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I met my girlfriends at Panera Bread today for lunch to launch&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;new "Movie Club." I've been wanting to start this club&amp;nbsp;for 3 years now and for&amp;nbsp;the most part me&amp;nbsp;and my girlfriends have&amp;nbsp;been going to shows about once a month anyway, but I wanted to make a concerted effort to &lt;em&gt;PLAN&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;a movie day.&amp;nbsp;I just needed to get out of this house and out of my own head.&amp;nbsp;So it was a good excuse and a good day to start. The beginning of the year....the beginning of a new social club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5330980343/" title="Jan 6 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 6" height="423" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5081/5330980343_1302980e76.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This counter is always so pretty. It reminds me of the bakery windows in Germany. And the smells.....oh,&amp;nbsp;I wish this pic could be a scratch and sniff&amp;nbsp; ;o)&amp;nbsp; You'd fall over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We had a yummy lunch together then walked across to the movie theater to see &lt;a href="http://www.kingsspeech.com/"&gt;The Kings Speech.&lt;/a&gt; The movie is the story of King George VI (Queen Elizabeth's Father) who had a&amp;nbsp;life long&amp;nbsp;speech impediment that he had to overcome after he became King of England&amp;nbsp;so that he could address the country. Great movie! I didn't think I'd like it as much as I did ~ 2 thumbs up! 5 stars! Go see this movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yay for our first Movie Club!&amp;nbsp;I'm excited to plan the next one in a month, hee-hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Other than that.......writing my letter to Josh. I'll&amp;nbsp;write him every day while he's in training. Again. Oh.. Don't get me started. Plastering a smile on my face....I'm trying. Movies help. My girlfriends help. And my hubby...he's just&amp;nbsp;so sweet,&amp;nbsp;loving, caring &amp;amp; gives good hugs. He gets it. Our nest is empty and he feels it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tons of laundry helps. Cooking helps. I'm making pasta carbonara tonight ~ CARBS help! So much for my new years diet plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-7525658790765618653?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7525658790765618653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=7525658790765618653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7525658790765618653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7525658790765618653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-met-my-girlfriends-at-panera-bread.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5081/5330980343_1302980e76_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-7726333967415090807</id><published>2011-01-05T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:19:30.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was good. I closed down the pity party and got on with LIFE!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which, for me, meant going grocery shopping,&amp;nbsp;doing 3 loads of laundry, cooking dinner and doing dishes, but, &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5329149168/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Jan 5 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 5" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5130/5329149168_138c3f3b7e.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Day 5 of Project 365: Poor little sad&amp;nbsp;unlit&amp;nbsp;half undecorated&amp;nbsp;Christmas tree...sooo pitiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I finish the kill. RAWR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! This "&lt;em&gt;getting on with life&lt;/em&gt;" stuff is F-U-N! Woo-hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Give me my Josh back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-7726333967415090807?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7726333967415090807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=7726333967415090807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7726333967415090807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7726333967415090807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5130/5329149168_138c3f3b7e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-2322665820821159701</id><published>2011-01-04T21:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:54:48.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><title type='text'>Empty Nest, take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Late last night we took G.I. Josh to the Greyhound bus station so that he could get back to his duty station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was ready and he was &lt;em&gt;not ready&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the same time. A mixed bag of emotions after being home for 18 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5325126653/" title="Jan 3 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 3" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5001/5325126653_885c512e1d.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never ready. I miss him so much I feel as if my heart is cracked open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5317055433/" title="FX PhotoStudio Image by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="FX PhotoStudio Image" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5242/5317055433_07a31e50f7.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got used to him being here again. His messy bedroom. His messy bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dirty dishes in the sink from his late nights when&amp;nbsp;I get up the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5317661638/" title="FX PhotoStudio Image by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="FX PhotoStudio Image" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5089/5317661638_20230c24f9.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His laugh. His bald head. His relationship with&amp;nbsp;Peanut (she loves him madly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His "I'm all grown up now" attitude while he ate Captain Crunch cereal and watched The Cartoon Network&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5325733690/" title="Jan 4 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 4" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5163/5325733690_5c8603b9b4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿I'll be back on track tomorrow, I'm sure of it, but today I just can't help myself. I'm deeply sad. I'm missing my boy so much. The goodbye last night was brutal.&amp;nbsp;So much harder than the first&amp;nbsp;time and&amp;nbsp;I felt miserable letting him&amp;nbsp;go. Why is that? I don't get it. I thought it was supposed to get easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was my pity party. One attendee, 2 chihuahuas, one couch,&amp;nbsp;the TV, a box of chocolates &amp;amp; my sweet tea. True story. Tomorrow is a new day; time&amp;nbsp;to get on with things and skip and dance through my life again. I feel&amp;nbsp;lucky that I have my husband&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; son,&amp;nbsp;lots of friends, family &amp;amp; health (and puppies!)&amp;nbsp;and that life is good. Tomorrow. Not today. Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on track tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-2322665820821159701?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2322665820821159701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=2322665820821159701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2322665820821159701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2322665820821159701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/late-last-night-we-took-g.html' title='Empty Nest, take 2'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5001/5325126653_885c512e1d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-2838790376174053900</id><published>2011-01-02T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:09:08.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Sunday! Hope your day is going well; mine started out by sleeping late. Very late. Very, very late. I can only say that I shouldn't have to sleep for the next 2 days that's how late I slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaannnnd...so late that I jumped out of bed&amp;nbsp;screaming OHMYGODI'MSOLATEJOHNNYWHYDIDYOULETMESLEEPSOLONG?! and bolted into the&amp;nbsp;shower. I had a lunch to attend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5316789301/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Jan 2 by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jan 2" height="423" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5048/5316789301_66ea89ecdf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend Pam invited some of her&amp;nbsp;friends over to her home&amp;nbsp;for a New Years luncheon. It was so nice just sitting around chatting, drinking mimosas and spending time with each other. What a way to start the new year&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was delicious!&amp;nbsp;Pam out did herself and made &lt;u&gt;2&lt;/u&gt; home made soups:&amp;nbsp;a clam chower (that everyone raved over ~ but, I'm not big into sea food so I didn't have any) and a&amp;nbsp;butternut squash soup that&amp;nbsp;made my eyes roll to the back of my head it was so scrumptious. To accompany the soups Pam&amp;nbsp;served a crunchy salad with candied almonds in it&amp;nbsp;and fresh rolls. For&amp;nbsp;dessert.....a fresh carrot cake. Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cake&amp;nbsp;looked &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;smelled&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;yummy, but again, I passed on it. If I don't stop &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;passing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I'm going to have to go buy a whole new wardrobe. Mainly pants! Soon. Yes, Sir. And I don't mean maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is going to be my &lt;u&gt;"NO"&lt;/u&gt; month.....except for&amp;nbsp;sweet tea. I'll &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; abandon my sweet tea. That's always a &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;because, as&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;you know, &lt;em&gt;sweet tea completes me&lt;/em&gt;. It's a life long love affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my last day with Josh. BOOOOOOO!!!! It's hard to think about even though he's ready and in a way, Johnny &amp;amp; I are ready too. We can't wait to hear all about his experiences and training and we're looking forward to visiting him too at some point. It's just hard.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now on to taking down the Christmas tree. I'm so over it. I'm ready to clean up the clutter and get my house back to normal. Wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY SUNDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-2838790376174053900?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2838790376174053900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=2838790376174053900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2838790376174053900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2838790376174053900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-sunday-hope-your-day-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5048/5316789301_66ea89ecdf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-7856020761968861112</id><published>2011-01-01T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:05:28.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;I am so behind on my blogging, it's not even funny. I had the most amazing fun yesterday. It was our 13th Family Anniversary on New Years Eve! John, Josh &amp;amp; I have always celebrated the day as when we became a &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;family&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;The 3 of us we went out with 2 other couples to one of our favorite restaurants (where there was a &lt;em&gt;5&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hour&lt;/em&gt; wait for a table by the way however, yours truly called ahead and we got a table&amp;nbsp;in 10 minutes tops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;After a wonderful 2 hour dinner, we released Josh into the wild, wild world&amp;nbsp;of 20-something's&amp;nbsp;taking on D.C.'s nightlife, complete with fireworks on the National Mall at midnight while&amp;nbsp;Johnny and I wiggled into our favorite comfy&amp;nbsp;pj's and hit the couch faster than you could pop a champagne bottle! Unfortunately, the bubbly didn't agree with me after a few sips (ok, so basically it was totally gross, I picked wrong...) so down the drain it went and I enjoyed my iced sweet&amp;nbsp;tea and watched&amp;nbsp;TV until the ball dropped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Project%20355%20-%20The%202011%20Edition/Jan1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Project%20355%20-%20The%202011%20Edition/Jan1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;BEDTIME for party animals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; ^ was my first photo upload for the new&amp;nbsp;Flickr group that I joined called Project 365: The 2011 Edition. The concept is pretty self explanatory ~ upload a pic a day for an entire year; the image pretty much summing up your day, or a thought, or an experience or just a simple scene....camera phone, point and shoot, big snazzy camera...whatever. Doesn't matter. It's YOUR project so it's totally up to you. I figured, I take many pics a day anyway so why not. Last year I only had 11 days where I didn't snap at least one pic on my cell phone so this should be easy....the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HARD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; part will be remembering to upload/post daily onto&amp;nbsp;the Flickr group! Wish me luck. Want to join me? There is a maximum membership of 2,011 (clever!) and so far we have 426 so c'mon! Go for it! We can keep each other inspired: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/the2011edition/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; is the link. Please? {{{Begging}}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a year 2010 was....one of the most eventful and "growth" years I've ever had. I loved it. Seriously, so much happened I'm glad I had this blog to sort it all out in my head. The most change came from Josh and I'm so pleased that everything worked out for him. He was my #1 focus and concern for the entire year. Sadly, he leaves in 2 days, back to his duty station &amp;amp; new home. But it's time to let him go ~ we raised a very independent child (at times, &lt;u&gt;TOO&lt;/u&gt; independent, ugh!) and he's going to be fine. I'm confident of that. I will still miss him tons though&amp;nbsp; :o(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Pocketbooth-10-12-30-08-32-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/Pocketbooth-10-12-30-08-32-31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;^ I love this man ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Even though he likes to creep&amp;nbsp;into the bedroom and scared the poo out of me! But he's usually bringing me coffee so I forgive him. Plus, I think he's cute so it's hard to be &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/utf-8BSU1HMDAzMTMtMjAxMTAxMDEtMTE0Mi5qcGc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/utf-8BSU1HMDAzMTMtMjAxMTAxMDEtMTE0Mi5qcGc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;So for New Year's day I made my boys a french toast casserole using my Panetonne bread. It's a "prepare&amp;nbsp;night before" casserole and all you do it pop it in the oven for 30 mins and Voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/utf-8BSU1HMDAzMTQtMjAxMTAxMDEtMTE0Ny5qcGc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/utf-8BSU1HMDAzMTQtMjAxMTAxMDEtMTE0Ny5qcGc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;A little bit of Mrs. Butterworth (my personal fav) and you've got a great start to a new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/CameraBag_Photo_1003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/CameraBag_Photo_1003.jpg" width="551" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our Christmas Day turkey ~ Johnny smoked it on the&amp;nbsp;grill and it was super yummy. (Yes, I'm addicted to my&amp;nbsp;iPod Touch apps; the 1970's and 1920's vintage camera settings are some of my fav's) Josh doesn't get it. He says, "Why would you want to go &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;backwards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in technology?!?" I donno know Joshie, I&amp;nbsp;just love it. Deal with it&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :o)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/2011/January/CameraBag_Photo_1000.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp; These two men...they are all&amp;nbsp;I need. They make me happy&amp;nbsp; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp; Wait....NO.....And my sweet, precious&amp;nbsp;puppies ~&amp;nbsp;They make my heart sing&amp;nbsp; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp; And....My friends &amp;amp; Family, I adore you! &amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp; (And sweet tea...sweet tea completes me)&amp;nbsp; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling 2011 is going to be the best yet! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;♥ Encourage one another ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-7856020761968861112?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7856020761968861112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=7856020761968861112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7856020761968861112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7856020761968861112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Project%20355%20-%20The%202011%20Edition/th_Jan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-6633957276131901258</id><published>2010-12-29T14:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:02:05.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree &amp; my new iPod Touch 4!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm loving having my Josh home! I've been so busy I can't even tell ya! I've baked so many ginger cookies I won't even &lt;i&gt;bother&lt;/i&gt; to tell ya....we've cooked and eaten so many yummies, I can't tall ya...and I've gained....never mind. I &lt;u&gt;WON'T&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;tell ya! Let's just say this...I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; restarting my gym membership &amp;amp; Zumba classes after&amp;nbsp;Josh leaves on the 3rd before &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waddle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; becomes my first, middle and last&amp;nbsp;name. &lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Waddle Waddle Waddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was digging in some old boxes and I found an old 8mm film&amp;nbsp;from &lt;em&gt;looooong&lt;/em&gt; ago of our Christmas tree highlighting&amp;nbsp;all of my&amp;nbsp;cherished &amp;amp; treasured&amp;nbsp;handmade ornaments that Josh made me long ago&amp;nbsp;and thought I'd share it with you.....it's to sweet! The creaking is my wood floors, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4kV5QOXEHL0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4kV5QOXEHL0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Cool, huh? I really only took that video about 15 minutes ago and loaded it directly to YouTube from my new iPod Touch 4 - which my sweetheart got for me and for Josh for Christmas. Yay! Great gift, Johnny! The&amp;nbsp;app is called Nexvio 8mm and it's only $1.99. It allows&amp;nbsp;you take old vintage video's&amp;nbsp;like the one above, or create a&amp;nbsp;1920's or 1970's style video. It&amp;nbsp;also has different color films;&amp;nbsp;black &amp;amp; white, sepia, sakura/pinkish, burned film, etc. Very fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Josh &amp;amp; I have been having so much fun with our iPod Touch's.&amp;nbsp;Mainly, Johnny&amp;nbsp;got them for us because of&amp;nbsp;the new feature &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Facetime"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that's already installed and he wanted us to stay more connected when Josh went back to his barracks soon. It's live face to face chat and I can't wait to use it when he's away...It's like Skype, but on our tiny hand held iPod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE&amp;nbsp; xoxo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Josh really likes&amp;nbsp;the fact that I "practice" and video call him when I'm in the living room and he's in the kitchen. Or when I'm in the basement and he's in his bedroom. Or when I'm in the kitchen and he's....you get the picture. And NO ~ he hasn't &lt;em&gt;blocked&lt;/em&gt; me yet. YET, being the operative word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/photo-17.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;My second favorite part; I get to have Facetime with my sister. I "phoned" her right afer I got my new Ipod and scared her half to death, we both screamed out loud, ha! I caught her leaving for work and she was in the most darling little Santa hat. She's so stinkin' cute!&amp;nbsp;It was great "seeing" her while we talked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/photo-18.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Blooop! Blooop! Can you hear me now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun rendering pics in&amp;nbsp;the &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/fx-photo-studio/id312506856?mt=8&amp;amp;ign-mpt=uo%3D2"&gt;PhotoStudio&lt;/a&gt; app! (only 99 cents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/photo-13.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera "flips" around so that you can either film/take pics in front of you or take a fabulous self portrait like the one above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yikes. Wear makeup&amp;nbsp;much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/photo-14.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is off limits when I have&amp;nbsp;a new gadget in my hands! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Caught ya swiggin down the spiked egg nog, Mister! Give me some.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(Insert&amp;nbsp;ad&amp;nbsp;for &lt;a href="http://www.christianbrothersbrandy.com/eggnog.html"&gt;Christian Brothers Brandy Egg Nog here&lt;/a&gt;. Oh my...it's simply&amp;nbsp;the best)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/photo-21.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My cute little stalker... Piper&amp;nbsp;was very interested in my new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/photo-20.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; interested.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/photo-19.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Peanut....not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/photo-11.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;See? I flipped it around for another self portrait. Josh, thrilled &lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/photo-12.jpg" width="300" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But he knows I &lt;u&gt;won't&lt;/u&gt; leave until I get a smile. So he gave in&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Did I tell you that you can get all of the apps ~ the same that you'd get on the iPhone 4. I play checkers&amp;nbsp;(and it beats me&amp;nbsp;every time), and all &lt;em&gt;kinds&lt;/em&gt; of games. It's very addicting. I can't praise it enough. In case you're wondering, I would get an iPhone, however where we live AT&amp;amp;T is not quite optimum so I will stick with Verizon until such time as they unlock the phones or let other servers support it. Ahhhh...so the iPod Touch is my next best thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to love this new little camera/toy/ipod/facetime/app/game playing toy. Thanks Johnny xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I just wanted to check in. I haven't even downloaded all of my pics from my camera I've been so busy.....but in the good I-don't-want-this-to-end kind of way.&amp;nbsp;I'm plugging through Josh's list of things he wanted me to cook&amp;nbsp;and tomorrow we'll go to&amp;nbsp;a movie together and&amp;nbsp;then we'll go to one of the restaurants on his list. The time is flying by! I'll check in again &lt;em&gt;sooooooon!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-6633957276131901258?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6633957276131901258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=6633957276131901258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6633957276131901258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6633957276131901258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree &amp; my new iPod Touch 4!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/th_photo-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-217249281094704766</id><published>2010-12-24T09:50:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:16:38.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TRS4tz3jkOI/AAAAAAAABUo/ie4O9muJkN4/s1600/SCAN049_edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TRS4tz3jkOI/AAAAAAAABUo/ie4O9muJkN4/s640/SCAN049_edit.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Merry★* 。 • ˚ ˚ •。★Christmas★ 。* 。*FROM MY HOUSE TO YOURS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;° 。 ° ˚* _Π_____*。*˚★ 。* 。*。 • ˚ ˚ •。★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;˚ ˛ •˛•*/______/~＼。˚ ˚ ˛★ 。* 。*★ 。* 。*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;˚ ˛ •˛• ｜ 田田｜門｜ ˚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And Happy New Year&amp;nbsp;to all of my Blogger friends ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have a blessed &amp;amp; joyous&amp;nbsp;2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-217249281094704766?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/217249281094704766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=217249281094704766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/217249281094704766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/217249281094704766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-from-my-house-to-yours.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TRS4tz3jkOI/AAAAAAAABUo/ie4O9muJkN4/s72-c/SCAN049_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-7460618184084420891</id><published>2010-12-18T18:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:41:19.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><title type='text'>Pinch me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If someone would've told me one year&amp;nbsp;ago that &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;THIS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would be the sight next to my front door, I would've told them&amp;nbsp;to put down the&amp;nbsp;vodka and find a good shrink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/utf-8BSU1HMDAyNzAtMjAxMDEyMTgtMTExMS5qcGc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/utf-8BSU1HMDAyNzAtMjAxMDEyMTgtMTExMS5qcGc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pinch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I walked in from going grocery shopping today and was a bit overwhelmed at the sight of his boots, his hat and his dog tags. He's in the Army. He's not &lt;em&gt;playing&lt;/em&gt; Army. He's &lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt; the Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Pinch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/utf-8BSU1HMDAyNjgtMjAxMDEyMTgtMDYwOC5qcGc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/utf-8BSU1HMDAyNjgtMjAxMDEyMTgtMDYwOC5qcGc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It was a long, 18 hour Greyhound journey from Georgia,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;he can handle it. He's Army Strong &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sorry for putting a &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after "Army Strong"....it's a Mom thing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And sorry for blinding you with my cell phone flash, Josh....that's&amp;nbsp;also a Mom thing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We're both running on about 3-4 hours of sleep and have had a &lt;em&gt;busy&lt;/em&gt; day together, but I couldn't be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That warrented another heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My boy just ate an entire batch of chocolate chip cookies and I baked him his favorite egg nog cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Johnny is in Illinois ~ his daughter Liz&amp;nbsp;graduated college today ~ YAY LIZ!! ~ he'll be home tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What a great day for our kiddo's. They're taking on the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We're going to order some pizza and I'm going to spend the evening listening to his boot camp tales. I feel like I can fully exhale again. It's a good feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I hope all of my friends who's boys came home yesterday&amp;nbsp;or who&amp;nbsp;are coming home today &amp;amp; tomorrow have a &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; reunion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;{{{HUGS}}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-7460618184084420891?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7460618184084420891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=7460618184084420891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7460618184084420891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7460618184084420891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/pinch-me.html' title='Pinch me......'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/th_utf-8BSU1HMDAyNzAtMjAxMDEyMTgtMTExMS5qcGc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-6664453387989846408</id><published>2010-12-17T08:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T09:03:41.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's gonna be a GOOD night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is my theme song today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAUSE &amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;I GOT A FEELIN'.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pxr8G9dqwDs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pxr8G9dqwDs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT TONIGHT'S GONNA BE A &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOOD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NIGHT!&amp;nbsp; A feelin'....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/utf-8Bam9zaCBhdCBib290IGNhbXBfZWRpdC5qcGc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/utf-8Bam9zaCBhdCBib290IGNhbXBfZWRpdC5qcGc.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp; Because my Soldier is&amp;nbsp;coming home &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/utf-8BSU1HMDAyNDktMjAxMDEyMTUtMTY0OC5qcGc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was his "wish list" for his homecoming treats&amp;nbsp;in a recent letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing missing is a big jar of Nutella. I'll get that on my way to the Greyhound station....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He also included a&amp;nbsp;list of his favorite meals&amp;nbsp;he'd like me to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got your back, Kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's going to be a VERY Merry (and&amp;nbsp;fattening)&amp;nbsp;Christmas in our home&amp;nbsp; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-6664453387989846408?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6664453387989846408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=6664453387989846408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6664453387989846408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6664453387989846408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/tonights-gonna-be-good-night.html' title='Tonight&apos;s gonna be a GOOD night!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/th_utf-8Bam9zaCBhdCBib290IGNhbXBfZWRpdC5qcGc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-3617159997633006442</id><published>2010-12-13T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:40:02.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Gram &amp; congratulations Liz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have some exciting updates in our family to share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/July%202010%20blog%20pics/DSC_0033copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="535" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/July%202010%20blog%20pics/DSC_0033copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; First of all, our Gram, who we all love and adore, celebrated another mile stone in her life recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMGP1224_1_95yrs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMGP1224_1_95yrs.jpg" width="551" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Gram&amp;nbsp;turned 95! And look at the beautiful cupcakes that my talented mother in law made&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I was blessed when I married into my husband's family and Gram adopted me as her own grand daughter. I was never close to my maternal or paternal grandparents and Gram has made up for that 100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMGP1227_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMGP1227_1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For the first 10 years of my marriage I recieved at least one hand written letter a week from Gram filled with stories, recipes, well wishes and tons of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/July%202010%20blog%20pics/Johnny_Liz_LemonandHoney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/July%202010%20blog%20pics/Johnny_Liz_LemonandHoney.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The second bit of great news concerns Johnny's daughter.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Liz&amp;nbsp;graduates college this Friday! YAY! WAY TO GO LIZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/July%202010%20blog%20pics/MyfavoritephotoofLiz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/July%202010%20blog%20pics/MyfavoritephotoofLiz.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;4 1/2 years of hard work &amp;amp; studying, pfew! She'll have her BS in English, minor in Marketing&amp;nbsp;and now the fun starts. Job hunting, interviews and getting herself established to go out and conquer the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I won't be at her graduation but Johnny will be flying in for the big event. Josh happens to be arriving here at home&amp;nbsp;on his&amp;nbsp;Greyhound bus on the same&amp;nbsp;day Liz graduates so I'll be here as his welcome committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending you all the best of wishes across the miles, Liz! Dad will take pictures so smile and say cheeeeeeze! I can't wait to&amp;nbsp;hear about your big day and your celebration dinner. I'll be with you all in spirit&amp;nbsp; xoxo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-3617159997633006442?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3617159997633006442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=3617159997633006442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3617159997633006442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3617159997633006442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-gram.html' title='Happy Birthday Gram &amp; congratulations Liz!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/July%202010%20blog%20pics/th_DSC_0033copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-6934413276656095244</id><published>2010-12-13T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:06:14.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee Club'/><title type='text'>Mt. Vernon Coffee Group Christmas party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I just wanted to give a quick&amp;nbsp;shout out to the Mt. Vernon Coffee Group who invited me to their annual Christmas party on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;THANK YOU LADIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These Navy wives have been meeting since the mid 1960's and have been a huge support structure for one another. I felt honored to be among them and their combined multitude of wisdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They followed their husbands around the globe, lived in countless homes, apartments &amp;amp; Navy base housing, supported their love's Navy career, raised dozens of children among them, yet&amp;nbsp;always made time once a month to get together for food, support, gab &amp;amp; coffee since their husbands retired and settled in the Capital area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/CoffeeGroupcollage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, 30 years later, many, if not most of them, are now widows.&amp;nbsp;Before lunch we made a very large circle in the kitchen and held hands for grace.&amp;nbsp;Several ladies spoke of how much the group meant to them, several thanked them for the well wishes and cards the group sent while they had surgery or their husbands were laid to rest. One lady said that the group's love and support carried her through the toughest years after husband passed away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I looked around the room and felt humbled. I have my Navy wives coffee group also and I'm invited to many of the other coffee group functions and for a second I thought how lucky am I? We will all grow older and have challenges, but I have my friends. I had a 30 year flash forward of my own life and I pray that, God willing, when I go through my tough times I will have my friends' love and support and I will, likewise, be a source of strength for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img height="335" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0960copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After a dear prayer led by the new group leader (Tina) said, "Next month we're meeting at Peggy's. She's down &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;out&amp;nbsp;and if she can't party we're taking the party to &lt;em&gt;HER!&lt;/em&gt;" Too cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Peggy was their group leader for 10 years. She just turned 90 and is recooperating from knee surgery. Peggy also has 3 "suiters" that come visit her. She likes to say that the love of her life was her husband and no one will every replace him. But, she will cry out of one eye and *wink* out of the other. Oh, Peggy, Peggy, Peggy&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then, all of sudden, the group bursted out in song. Really! They did! We're all holding hands in a big circle&amp;nbsp;there in the kitchen and they're sining&amp;nbsp;"We Wish You A Merry Christmas!" at the top of their lungs. I have to admit, I was taken by surprise and sorta stood there like a dummy for a few&amp;nbsp;seconds. I don't think I've done anything like that since my grade school Christmas pageants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then I thought&amp;nbsp;what the heck...if Tina can stand there in reindeer antlers then I&amp;nbsp;can sing. So I broke out my singing voice that I usually only set loose&amp;nbsp;when I'm driving or screetching&amp;nbsp;in the shower and went for it!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't sing well, but they didn't seem to care one bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm lucky that I get to spend &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;week with my girlfriends! ~ Tuesday I'll be with my Army wives friends at a luncheon, Wednesday&amp;nbsp;my Navy wives coffee group is&amp;nbsp;having our ornament exchange, Thursday I'll go to the White House tour with my friends followed by a Japanese-American military wives club luncheon and Friday I get to go on a Ft. Belvoir home tour with my friends and then......JOSH COMES HOME!!! That night will be uber special. Saturday night is a party at my girlfriends house......this will be a busy, but fun and loving week where I'm surrounded by the people I love and cherish in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll enjoy every second of it. Then next week I'll have time to clean my house and then drop face down in bed. Ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you to the Mt. Vernon wives for inviting me and showing me what's really important in life. I love my Military Family&amp;nbsp; xoxoxoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-6934413276656095244?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6934413276656095244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=6934413276656095244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6934413276656095244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6934413276656095244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/mt-vernon-coffee-group-christmas-party.html' title='Mt. Vernon Coffee Group Christmas party'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/th_CoffeeGroupcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-8996351411579679237</id><published>2010-12-13T10:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:53:23.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Narayanan Krishnan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My friend Tiffany posted&amp;nbsp;this video on Facebook today. I just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_3BEwpv0dM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_3BEwpv0dM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 minutes, 44 seconds. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;For me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this is the meaning of being human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This man is an angel in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-8996351411579679237?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8996351411579679237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=8996351411579679237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8996351411579679237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8996351411579679237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/narayanan-krishnan.html' title='Narayanan Krishnan'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-5447088380421152855</id><published>2010-12-12T11:52:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:07:08.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boot Camp'/><title type='text'>Josh leaves for boot camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ft. Benning's Facebook&amp;nbsp;status this morning:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Just a few more days until Christmas Exodus, who's excited out there? Get those decorations up and the refridgerator full, your Soldiers will be home soon soon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can I just say, I haven't been &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; excited for a Christmas in a &lt;em&gt;looooong&lt;/em&gt; time. I'm counting down the seconds til my boy steps off that Greyhound bus - thanks for putting up with me&amp;nbsp;friends! I'm just so {{{excited}}} my insides are buzzing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, Josh has&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;made it through the first half of his 14 week&amp;nbsp;training. Another half to go. I'm not sure if it will be easier or harder to put him back on that&amp;nbsp;bus headed back to Ft. Benning compared to the fist time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm ready to share that experience with you all now........up until today it was something I held close to my heart and couldn't really write about just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget that day, as long as I live. The drive up to Ft. Meade (where Josh shipped to boot camp)&amp;nbsp;seemed to take &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; It was really only an hour, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0002.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, the MEPS building ~ Josh had been up here several times for over-nighter's&amp;nbsp;for both the Marine Corps &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the Army for his in-processing. (Long story, but it's all in the blog if you want to go back to the beginning, ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="419" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0011copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my boy on the left in, naturally, his Gold's gym t-shirt. After shuffling everyone around a bunch to make sure all of the parents could squeeze in to get the best shot of our kid, we got to be present to the most important part of our children's military careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="406" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0019copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their swearing in ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpCufscINY8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpCufscINY8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(VIDEO) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are no words to describe how proud we were of him at this very moment so I won't even&amp;nbsp;try. I will let the video speak for itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0024blackwhite.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward the kids stood "at ease" and received instruction from the Army Captain that just swore them in. He gave them good advice and I couldn't help but notice that my son was actually taking it all to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0036copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next....more important issues needed to be dealt with.....CHOW! The kids were given a 6 inch sub, some chips and a soda which Josh had swallowed in about 3.5 mouthfulls then proceeded to raid John's wallet for vending machine money. The young lady next to him with pink sleeves was going into the Air Force. We got to know her family a little bit while we watched the kids eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0039copy.jpg" width="631" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My two favorite men&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; favorite part ~ ha! ~ all of us parental units got&amp;nbsp;to &lt;em&gt;torture&lt;/em&gt; our spawn one last time&amp;nbsp;with a&amp;nbsp;photo op. Everyone handed off their cameras and we got to go up&amp;nbsp;to the podium where they had just&amp;nbsp;done their swearing in and mess around&amp;nbsp;a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="431" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0042copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, &lt;em&gt;thrilled to death&lt;/em&gt;, to recieve kisses from his Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="417" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0051copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My two favorite men &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;having a good heart to heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then we had an hour of "fun family time" while&amp;nbsp;waiting for Josh's Captain to call them back for a boot camp&amp;nbsp;(travel) briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="408" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0056copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we made good use of our time&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0058copy.jpg" width="467" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was in no hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0060copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hour flew, the briefing came and went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/utf-8BSU1HMDAwOTUtMjAxMDExMDItMTI1OS5qcGc-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly we were told to line up; the kids would be shipping soon. We got our posters out of the car and put our screaming voices on....my heart was in my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gTZh5g3mua0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gTZh5g3mua0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(VIDEO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After nearly a&amp;nbsp;year of talking about &amp;amp; waiting for this moment,&amp;nbsp;it was over in a flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I LOVE YOU! I'll miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0066copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that the kids were on the bus getting ready to head for the airport to start their 14-wk training at Ft. Benning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0067copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our&amp;nbsp;boy's in the Army now!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0069copy-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0069copy-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes. I. Did. Hey, the other Mom's were doing it....and he doesn't look like he's going to kill me so I'm good-to-go! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Bye Joooooooosh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0071copy-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0071copy-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'll write to you every day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0073copy-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0073copy-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;And with that....POOF. He was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just stood there in front of the building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Numb. Proud. Crying. Numb. Proud. Stunned. Shocked. Proud. Crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I felt Johnny's arms around me. And he whispered, "Let's go get a Mojito at Mike's."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh, I love that man. He knows just want to say to me when I'm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And off we went to Mikes. It was the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; Mojito ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We toasted our boy's bright new&amp;nbsp;future&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-5447088380421152855?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5447088380421152855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=5447088380421152855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/5447088380421152855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/5447088380421152855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/josh-leaves-for-boot-camp.html' title='Josh leaves for boot camp!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/th_DSC_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-8767305760725056628</id><published>2010-12-11T10:41:00.050-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T12:04:04.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing my son every day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the site at my front door every day. My "outgoing" mail basket. It's been hanging there&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;empty&lt;/u&gt; for years now because we do all of our bills online and I was recently wondering why I still had it on my front door......Until Josh left for boot camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TQOt6MVrIUI/AAAAAAAABUg/KKoO6xoL_Sc/s1600/Letters+to+Josh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TQOt6MVrIUI/AAAAAAAABUg/KKoO6xoL_Sc/s640/Letters+to+Josh.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Now it's the &lt;em&gt;Josh Basket&lt;/em&gt;. I write my boy a letter&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;every single day&lt;/u&gt; and stick it in a&amp;nbsp;light blue envelope with snowmen on it. Why? Because they were the ones on sale so I bought 100 of them! That's why. Aaaannnnddd....so when he gets mail he'll know "Oh, there's another one from Mama."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;The corners of the envelope and label are&amp;nbsp;colored RED (for his specific platoon,&amp;nbsp;making it easier for the mail sorters) and&amp;nbsp;so that, in Josh's words "I get my&amp;nbsp;mail faster!!" and off they go. &lt;em&gt;Every day&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sure I've bored the snot&amp;nbsp;out of him by now.&amp;nbsp;I put everything and anything I can find in it. Facebook funnies, internet articles, entertainment happenings, Ft. Benning news (from their site) pictures, pictures and more pictures, jokes....the&amp;nbsp;poor kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a recent letter from Josh he wrote, "I stayed up 2 hours past lights out so that I could read all of my mail." Let me tell you something, one day to them is like 4-5 days to us and "mail call" is the most exciting part of their day, I've since learned. Chow &amp;amp; mail, those two become&amp;nbsp;their existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;All I know is that my OUT box is always full. And that's all that's important; that my son knows that &lt;em&gt;each and every day&lt;/em&gt; that I'm thinking of him. That's why it's been hard for me to update my blog and I'm sorry about that, but when I&amp;nbsp;come home &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; I want to do is make sure that my basket&amp;nbsp;has something in it&amp;nbsp;that Johnny can drop in&amp;nbsp;mailbox every morning on his way to work&amp;nbsp;that will be headed to Ft. Benning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is out there, lately in the bitter, icy cold, training hard, working tirelessly, getting up early, going to bed late, having good days and having bad days. But at the &lt;u&gt;end&lt;/u&gt; of his long days&amp;nbsp;I'm hoping &amp;amp; praying that there is a light blue&amp;nbsp;snowman envelope with painted red corners&amp;nbsp;sitting on his bunk that says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOUD AND CLEAR &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(even if it's filled with a bunch of junk and boring stories!)&amp;nbsp;that he is loved and cherished and thought of every day. And that the place he occupies in my heart will never waiver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;At the end of &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; day that is the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; thing that matters to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX days until he steps off that Greyhound bus and I'm counting down the seconds!!! I'm sure I'll have tons to share on the blog when he gets home. I can't wait to show you a recent pic - he said he's lost 19 pounds. I'm going to fatten him up the 2 weeks that I have him. Maybe I'll pop the tires of the bus taking him back to Ft. Benning after the new year, ha. &lt;em&gt;Juuuuuuuuuust&lt;/em&gt; kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Blog,&amp;nbsp;for taking a back seat to my son! But that's how I roll &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-8767305760725056628?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8767305760725056628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=8767305760725056628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8767305760725056628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8767305760725056628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/writing-my-son-every-day.html' title='Writing my son every day....'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TQOt6MVrIUI/AAAAAAAABUg/KKoO6xoL_Sc/s72-c/Letters+to+Josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4026959803952498650</id><published>2010-12-10T22:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:08:38.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TQL2QPsi_wI/AAAAAAAABUQ/kLsDNYr-6mM/s1600/Fresh%2BWreath%2B2010-742665.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549268449825586946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TQL2QPsi_wI/AAAAAAAABUQ/kLsDNYr-6mM/s640/Fresh%2BWreath%2B2010-742665.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632423; font-family: Adorable; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632423; font-family: Adorable; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I'm getting so excited to see my son. He comes home 1 week from today!! Josh won't let us decorate our tree until he comes home so the least we can do is put a fresh wreath on our front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632423; font-family: Adorable; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I'm counting down the days. The hours. The minutes. The seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4026959803952498650?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4026959803952498650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4026959803952498650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4026959803952498650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4026959803952498650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TQL2QPsi_wI/AAAAAAAABUQ/kLsDNYr-6mM/s72-c/Fresh%2BWreath%2B2010-742665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-3953922880881311349</id><published>2010-12-08T13:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T13:45:44.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomades Charm Bracelets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yesterday I went to my monthly NOSC board meeting (Naval Officers Spouses Club). I serve/volunteer on the board as the Coffee/Social Groups Chair and as the Facebook lady. That's the official term ~ Facebook Lady....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;After our meeting my two girl friends Pam &amp;amp; Lynn pulled me aside (Lynn made Josh's farewell cake for his party, remember &lt;a href="http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/party-party-par-tay.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;? And &lt;a href="http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/cake.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; is the post about &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; the cake).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway, they said, "Brenda we have a little something for you!"&amp;nbsp;and handed me a pretty black box.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0884copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely taken by surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0887copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very patriotic &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0888copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the little drawstring pouch and my heart started to beat really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0892copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was. My "starter bracelet"with a set of Army dog tags on it for my Josh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;They got it for me to remember my boy every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="424" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0902copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the dog tags.....they had his name engraved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(I cut out his last name for his privacy, but you still get the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0903copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that at this point, right outside of the board room ~ I went into the &lt;b&gt;UGLY CRY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I really did. The whole body shaking, crying, makeup &amp;amp; snot &lt;i&gt;everywhere&lt;/i&gt; ugly cry.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Which made Lynn &amp;amp; Pam go into the ugly cry too and now they're mad at me because we had to go to lunch all swollen and poofy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I was also &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;speechless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Pam said, "Let's mark &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; date in the history books." Everyone knows I don't have many moments in life....&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;....where I'm at a loss for words. It was how I was born. I can't help it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nomades Jewelry - website: &lt;a href="http://nomadescollection.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- is a company that supports our troops and they also know that women who love their soldiers/military men&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;who love jewelry WILL buy their bracelets, ha! Smart company.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I happen to be a woman who loves my military men (one Navy &amp;amp; one freshly Army) and I loooooove jewelry! Johnny said, "Oh man they saw &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; coming!" CHA-ching!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="172" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/MOS20Charm-Infantry20Front20View-2-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do is "create your story" depending on what your spouse/child does and the bases you/they aer assigned to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Other charms on my wish list include those pictured above ~ the "Support our troops" ribbon, Japan &amp;amp; San Diego (the mission), Infantry for my Josh, and I just like the tank for no reason other than it's adorable!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="215" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/babyfeetboyfrontview2-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered the Infantry and the Ft. Benning charm (green parachute) to add....and someday. SOME DAY.....I'll get to add one of these cute grandchild (engraveable on the back). I can't wait to be a grandma! Let's get him through basic training first. A girlfriend would help too. Oh, and a wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="205" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/spacers.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all of the services. And the house is engraveable for your first duty station's address. Look at the "spacers." I love the ones that have rhinestones on them. They keep the charms in place so they don't all fall to one end of the bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="325" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/29651_1468824606452_1408685864_31248042_490201_n-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end you have "your story." Is this not the &lt;i&gt;best gift ever&lt;/i&gt;? I was stunned. I saw Josh's little dog tags and was &lt;i&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/i&gt;. My girlfriends are awesome. What a way to brighten my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="325" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/NavyDogtagFrontView-4-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Johnny said to order the USN anchor and to go ahead and make HIM a set of engraved dog tags (along with San Diego, Japan the Pentagon charm for Washington D.C. ~ our duty stations together as a married couple).&amp;nbsp;Oh my, I just found out that they are launching a Naval Academy charm......&amp;nbsp; ;o)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Then it's up to Josh to fill up the rest of it ~ I already have Ft. Benning &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Infantry on order! &amp;nbsp;:o)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My bracelet is going to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;beautiful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and full of love and support for the most important 2 men in my life. I'll be able to look at it every day and think of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 31px;"&gt;♥ &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks to my &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt; girlfriends who I love, cherish and adore &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;P.S. **I know you can purchase online, however why not support another military spouse/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nomades consultant?**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;My personal consultant is Christy Dewitt and you can contact her at cdewitt66@yahoo.com &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-3953922880881311349?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3953922880881311349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=3953922880881311349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3953922880881311349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3953922880881311349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/nomades-charm-bracelets.html' title='Nomades Charm Bracelets!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/th_DSC_0884copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-3469651792183879489</id><published>2010-12-08T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:49:47.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Pam sent this video to me today, knowing how much I love and adore our furry friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iti5QWFCU3c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iti5QWFCU3c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too cute! Happy Holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-3469651792183879489?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3469651792183879489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=3469651792183879489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3469651792183879489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3469651792183879489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-friend-pam-sent-this-video-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-337630430796652522</id><published>2010-12-06T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:41:38.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;I was doing just fine. &lt;em&gt;Perfect&lt;/em&gt; really. For an entire month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;I've been minding my thoughts, making sure they're&amp;nbsp;positive,&amp;nbsp;doing my daily chores, volunteering, having lunch with my girlfriends, chatting with my sister every day, playing with the puplets,&amp;nbsp;loving my hubby, cooking, enjoying life and have been writing a letter and sending it to Ft. Benning&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;day&lt;/em&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;And then it happend. Out of the blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0874copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0874copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;I sat down to send my Christmas cards today and I saw his name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;My boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/MAY%20blog%20pics/DSC_0044copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/MAY%20blog%20pics/DSC_0044copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it had to come eventually. The deep sadness. The heart ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess it's because it's the last year I'll sign his name on our Christmas card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;John, Brenda &amp;amp; Joshua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;I"ve done that for 13 years. I love it.&amp;nbsp;Next year he'll write his own cards. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/MAY%20blog%20pics/DSC_0031copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/MAY%20blog%20pics/DSC_0031copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also&amp;nbsp;the last time my Minnie Mouse gets a mention in my annual Christmas&amp;nbsp;letter. I can't believe she's been gone for 2 1/2 months already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my silly little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/DSCN1981copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/DSCN1981copy.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I miss my boy today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was doing just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-337630430796652522?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/337630430796652522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=337630430796652522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/337630430796652522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/337630430796652522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-doing-just-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/th_DSC_0874copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-8897611962544625326</id><published>2010-12-06T07:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:04:45.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this today from my "Brave Girls Club" via and email ~ it was so sweet I had to share:&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Dear brave brave girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget that since the very beginning of time, and forever more, there has never been and never will be another person with your exact personality, your talents, your relationships and your influence on the people around YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is so important -- the world is a better place because you are here. There are so many important things that will never be done unless YOU do them. YOU CAN DO IT! &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="465" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/MAY%20blog%20pics/DSCF1669copy2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just need to hear that, you know? It's a simple reminder that it is &lt;em&gt;IMPOSSIBLE&lt;/em&gt; to compare yourself to others. No matter what. We are all unique and special, individually&amp;nbsp;crafted by hand. There never was, and there never&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;anyone like &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt; again. Can I get an Amen!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to get that in my in box....Thank you Brave Girls Club. Check them out &lt;a href="http://bravegirlsclub.com/blog/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, you won't be disappointed. Join their club and we can do this journey together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-8897611962544625326?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8897611962544625326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=8897611962544625326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8897611962544625326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8897611962544625326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-this-today-from-my-brave-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/MAY%20blog%20pics/th_DSCF1669copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-3610555697842156125</id><published>2010-12-05T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:03:27.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hanukkah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;To all of our dear Jewish friends!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Put on your yalmulka, here comes Hanukkah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so much fun-akkah to celebrate Hanukkah, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanukkah is the festival of lights, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of one day of presents, we have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eight crazy nights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quick - name that song!) Oh man, gotta love Adam Sandler, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="573" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0838.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not Jewish, but one of Johnny's Naval Academy classmates and his wife, who just returned&amp;nbsp;to our area from a tour in&amp;nbsp;San Diego, are Jewish&amp;nbsp;and they&amp;nbsp;invited us over to their home to be part of their family's&amp;nbsp;festivities on Saturday night to celebrate Hanukkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="382" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0829copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia is the most amazing cook. She's over there shredding about a thousand potatoes and&amp;nbsp;onions to make home made latkes. They were served with apple sauce and sour cream. I wish I could do a scratch-n-sniff blog because you'd&amp;nbsp;just fall over the aroma&amp;nbsp;was so awesome.&amp;nbsp;She mixes in some sweet potato, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="416" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0826copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was so festive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0842copy.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I was supposed to or not, but I kept walking around&amp;nbsp;eating up those cute little&amp;nbsp;coins that were all over the place...I couldn't help myself. They were Bavarian chocolate! Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0827copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry...but you can see that Felicia really knows how to set up a party. This was just the hors d'oevres section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="361" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0833copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweets. Come to Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0834copy.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she did all this herself. No ordering out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0836copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny hit the coffee bar. There was tea and hot cocoa too&amp;nbsp; ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="389" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0846copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed cabbage leaves (meatloaf filling), beef brisket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0847copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic&amp;nbsp;green beans and my favorite NOODLE KUGEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that I've had Felicia's noodle kugel before and loved it so much that last year at Hanukkah (even though we're not even Jewish!) I made my own Kugel to celebrate and can I also just say....&lt;em&gt;It Sucked&lt;/em&gt;. Big Time. Oh. Yes. It. Did. Johnny &amp;amp; Josh wouldn't even eat it and that's saying a lot. I mean, Johnny used to live on a Navy ship and can eat anything but wouldn't eat my kugel. My son loves &lt;em&gt;Military MRE's&lt;/em&gt; and wouldn't touch my kugel. That's telling you how horrible it was. Boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was so &lt;strong&gt;{{{happy}}}&lt;/strong&gt; to get Felicia's&amp;nbsp;Kugel last night. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, who could forget? The best soup of all?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0851copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matzah ball soup! Mazel tov!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="422" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0850copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry again, sorry. I had to have my Fstop so low just&amp;nbsp;to get enough light in my camera. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that&amp;nbsp;plate&amp;nbsp;looks like it belongs to a piggy then it's Johnny's....however if&amp;nbsp;it looks like it belongs to&amp;nbsp;someone who is truly&amp;nbsp;enjoying&amp;nbsp;being at a Hanukkah party and wants to partake fully in the experience with &lt;em&gt;no reserve&lt;/em&gt; and just enjoy life (Le Chaim!) then it's mine. You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="412" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0856copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joyful guardian of the menorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="452" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0859copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my new friend Kim. We are both&amp;nbsp;part of the &lt;u&gt;Army&lt;/u&gt; wives club&amp;nbsp;- I'm a &lt;em&gt;Navy&lt;/em&gt; wife and she's an &lt;em&gt;Air Force&lt;/em&gt; wife, haha. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0864copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&amp;nbsp;dinner&amp;nbsp;the kids came over&amp;nbsp;and lit the candles (day 5) and sang the traditional songs and said&amp;nbsp;prayers in Hebrew. It was so beautiful. We felt honored to be included in their special night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="424" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/DSC_0860copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Gentile 1 and Hungry Gentile 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we can throw down that Matzah ball soup &amp;amp; red wine&amp;nbsp;just like the next guy so we fit in&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;just fine&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun evening, Felicia really out did herself. And I'm so glad they're back in town so I have another Navy wife buddy to hang with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hanukkah! &lt;br /&gt;Le Cheim! To life!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-3610555697842156125?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3610555697842156125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=3610555697842156125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3610555697842156125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3610555697842156125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-hanukkah.html' title='Happy Hanukkah!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/December%202010/th_DSC_0838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-9042081471687385134</id><published>2010-11-30T19:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:00:08.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Bunch at Normandie Farm</title><content type='html'>Today I went with my Navy wives friends to our monthly "Lunch Bunch" outing. As implied, every month on the last Tuesday of the month, our group leader Betty picks a restaurant in VA, MD or D.C.&amp;nbsp;that she may have either&amp;nbsp;read about in the newspaper, gotten a&amp;nbsp;recommendation from&amp;nbsp;someone,&amp;nbsp;looked good in the Zagat ratings or a place that may have just opened up and she&amp;nbsp;makes reservations for us. There's usually between 10-15 ladies and they're a lot of fun. Navy wives always are, aren't they?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month we went to &lt;a href="http://www.popovers.com/component/option,com_frontpage/Itemid,1/"&gt;Normandie Farm&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Potomac Maryland (an hour drive - thank you Debbie for driving!). The restaurant&amp;nbsp;has &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; an interesting history. This is straight from their website: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The land where Normandie Farm Restaurant is located was originally the "Myers Farm." A country club was under construction on the site in the late 1920's but work was halted due to economic conditions of the time and the bank foreclosed on the project. In the spring of 1931, Marjory Hendricks, returning from cooking school in Normandy, France, passed by the property one afternoon and noticed a sign reading "For sale by mortgage holders." Within 45 minutes she had negotiated the purchase of what is known to this day as Normandie Farm Restaurant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0731_edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this pic just as they opened at 11:30&amp;nbsp;and they seated us (see our group at&amp;nbsp;that round table?) right away.&amp;nbsp;After noon,&amp;nbsp;the place really filled up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I had thought to take a picture of the walls when we first walked in, they were lined with photographs from 1931 and throughout history and to be honest, the only thing that has changed is that they've updated the tables/furniture over the years, but they have left the original Pensylvania Dutch decor and feel of the restaurant in tact. It's so friendly and warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="424" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0738edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very upscale. I don't know what I expected. Well....Yes, I did. The place is called "Farm" so naturally I expected to order chicken dumpling soup and a&amp;nbsp;huge slice of apple pie, yum! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;No! We were given&amp;nbsp;a wine list &amp;amp; a beautiful menu which included filet tips with mushrooms and&amp;nbsp;sundried tomatoes&amp;nbsp;(that's what I ate), stuffed cod with crab imperial, shrimp with roasted beets, escargot, chicken waldorf salad....and other delicious choices, including eggs benadict. Go figure. I was really taken aback. In a good way.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;They even serve an elegant afternoon tea! I have some ideas brewing...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0737edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normadie Farm's claim to fame is their "popovers." We each got one (those golden brown, crispy delacacies on our bread plates). Mine looked like a pig head and Nani's looked like a duck. Sorry. It's the way my mind works. Anyway, they were served with butter and fresh blackberry jam. The popovers were a huge hit at our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="418" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0733edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was decorated for Christmas and felt wonderfully festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="405" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0745_edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOSC Lunch Bunch"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I took the photo so I'm not in it and that's okay by me! Normandie Farm is&amp;nbsp;definitely a place I will return to with Johnny while they are decorated for the Holidays. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/NormandieFarm_edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="364" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/NormandieFarm_edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shelly just emailed this pic to all of us taken at the table.&amp;nbsp;You'd think I could've taken off my&amp;nbsp;scarf&amp;nbsp;and stayed awhile. Although it IS a great way to hid a double chin. Wish I could get away with this look in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My diet starts tomorrow&amp;nbsp; ;o)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Or the next day....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-9042081471687385134?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/9042081471687385134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=9042081471687385134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/9042081471687385134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/9042081471687385134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/lunch-bunch-at-normandie-farm.html' title='Lunch Bunch at Normandie Farm'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/th_DSC_0731_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-6120235131890395589</id><published>2010-11-26T15:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:32:07.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy (day after) Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got a surprise phone call from Josh around 2pm, what a treat! We got to chat for a long time and hear all of his funny Army stories. I'll have to do a blog post about that soon, he has us in stitches. He's doing well and (GUESS WHAT?!?) he told us that he earned his leave for Christmas! Wa-hoo! My boy will be home on the evening of the 17th. I'm so excited. I nearly fell over when he asked me to wait to put the tree and decorations up, that he wanted to help. What did the Drill Sergeant &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to him? Whatever it is...keep it up DS. I'm liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our Thanksgiving couldn't have gotten any better after our phone&amp;nbsp;call, that made our day. I sure hope everyone had as delightful of a time as Johnny &amp;amp; I&amp;nbsp;did. We received a dinner&amp;nbsp;invitation from my "East Coast Mom" (Mama Kay)&amp;nbsp;I've talked about her so many times, her poor ears never stop ringing. Her son &amp;amp; daughter in law &amp;amp; our next door neighbors and their mother in law would also be there. I volunteered to make&amp;nbsp;green bean casserole and my special sweet potato casserole. Everyone pitched in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/Blogframe2_Ourspecialguest-pink.jpg" width="555" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, how could I forget our special 4-legged guest KAYLA. She's Kay's "grand dog" as she likes to call her, ha. She's a rescue husky mix and is gorgeous and a complete sweetheart. She stayed very close to the table, praying we'd all drop something on the floor. (She did get a little turkey of her own, we're not haters).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/Blogframe6_Dishes-pink.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kay set a &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; table, complete with crystal, Thanksgiving china (with hand painted turkeys on it)&amp;nbsp;and antique 12-apostle silver coffee spoons. Each of us had a different one. Don't ask me which apostle&amp;nbsp;I had, I missed that lesson in Catechism, but I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/Blogframe1_Tablesetting-pink.jpg" width="591" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kay created a warm and inviting setting for all of us.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="431" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/Blogframe3_Thefood-pink.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard, Kay's husband, smoked a turkey on the grill. I can honestly say, I have never had a &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; turkey in all of my life. He soaked hickory&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; mesquite&amp;nbsp;chips and put those at the bottom of his grill and the result was simply amazing. Kay made home made cranberry sauce w/mint. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/Blogframe4_Johnny-pink.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;"You Know Who" was in heeeeeeaven!&amp;nbsp;He and food are besties. He wouldn't stop grinning. He'll never eat &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; food again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Until tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/Blogframe5_Themeal-pink.jpg" width="611" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful, cozy, candle lit dinner with close friends. I missed Josh very much and thought of him all through dinner, but this experience was so special that I'm glad we were with Mama Kay &amp;amp; Richard for our first Thanksgiving as "Empty Nesters." In fact, our whole table was The Empty Nesters Club. Ha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="488" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/Blogframe7_Dessert-pink.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohhhh.....desserts.......Kay's daugher in law made the pie from her bridal cook book (we went to their wedding a year ago in Gettysburg, PA). It had whiskey in it, yum! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Johnny &amp;amp; I brought a fabulous bottle of dessert wine to have with our pumpkin pie. Everyone drank some and it was gone in a snap. I will definitely be getting more for Christmas dinner and I will share it with you all. It tastes like pumpkin pie and was the perfect complement with our treats.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And how adorable are those cookies? They came from the local&amp;nbsp;Swiss Bakery.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/Blogframe8_MyPlate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/Blogframe8_MyPlate.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things about THIS PLATE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I felt it needed its own frame because of its awesomeness. &lt;br /&gt;2. I will not confirm &lt;em&gt;whose&lt;/em&gt; plate this is. She will remain anonymous. Oh. Or he!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Don't judge me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. It's&amp;nbsp;the reason this anonymous&amp;nbsp;person's&amp;nbsp;middle section resembles the &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; of a jelly donut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Let's face it, it's the reason this anonymous&amp;nbsp;person's back side resembles the &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; of a jelly donut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. It was heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. She almost licked the plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. Oops. Or &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;, I'm not tellin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. It's the reason why she/he is having a bowl of vegetarian lentil soup for supper out of guilt. With &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; bread. And &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; seconds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. Because she/he is doing it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;all over again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Christmas Day! (With Josh! And she/he is&amp;nbsp;counting down the days......hours.......minutes........)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-6120235131890395589?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6120235131890395589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=6120235131890395589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6120235131890395589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6120235131890395589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/th_Blogframe2_Ourspecialguest-pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4885334372882642100</id><published>2010-11-24T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:49:51.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;~ Closed for Thanksgiving ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TO3qlMgHDdI/AAAAAAAABT0/_G188cNYYHU/s1600/gobble+gobble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="498" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TO3qlMgHDdI/AAAAAAAABT0/_G188cNYYHU/s640/gobble+gobble.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope your belly is as full as mine is&amp;nbsp; ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4885334372882642100?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4885334372882642100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4885334372882642100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4885334372882642100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4885334372882642100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/closed-for-thanksgiving-hope-your-belly.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TO3qlMgHDdI/AAAAAAAABT0/_G188cNYYHU/s72-c/gobble+gobble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-573800668625993573</id><published>2010-11-24T12:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:13:10.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;I heard back from my photograpy&amp;nbsp;instructor and she gave me a&amp;nbsp;thumbs up for "rocking my first week!" Woo-Hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing I got "docked" for was the tiny&amp;nbsp;clip of my girls' ears....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5196191762/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="My girls by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="My girls" height="420" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5196191762_a0c8b5789f.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See it? (whoopsie!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer. Oh well. Let me give you some of the back story on this photo. I was&amp;nbsp;simply&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thrilled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I got both of my girls&amp;nbsp;(a) in the same frame (b) both looking at me - saying the word "do you wanna treat?" did it, by the way...go figure.&amp;nbsp;(c) they are both on the same focal plane (d) which means thank God they are &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; in focus, and&amp;nbsp;(e) their tongues were not &lt;em&gt;UP&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Johnny's nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the out takes of "Photography assignment gone bad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/corinanielsen-blogwear-frames1-set5_blogpink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/corinanielsen-blogwear-frames1-set5_blogpink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Aaahhh,&amp;nbsp;life with Chihuahuas &amp;amp; the most patient man on the planet. I wouldn't give it up for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, Y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Johnny &amp;amp; I&amp;nbsp;will be having a delicious&amp;nbsp;turkey dinner with&amp;nbsp;my East Coast Mom, Dad,&amp;nbsp;neighbors&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; friends being ever so thankful for our health, well being&amp;nbsp;and for our boy's safety. I'm overwhelmed with grattitude for my little&amp;nbsp;family, as well as extended family in Texas,&amp;nbsp;Illinois &amp;amp; San Diego, our&amp;nbsp;dear friends&amp;nbsp;locally and all over the globe&amp;nbsp;and for the pure&amp;nbsp;joy you bring to&amp;nbsp;our lives. Love you guys&amp;nbsp;mucho gusto. XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;See you Monday&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-573800668625993573?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/573800668625993573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=573800668625993573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/573800668625993573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/573800668625993573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-heard-back-from-my-photograpy-and-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5196191762_a0c8b5789f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4325049283319968488</id><published>2010-11-23T10:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:50:53.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><title type='text'>Party, party, Par-tay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe I'm so behind in my blog!! Part&amp;nbsp;of me was avoiding any pics of my Josh leaving until I could do it without, well....for about&amp;nbsp;2 weeks any time I came across the images I&amp;nbsp;boo-hoo'd and tears&amp;nbsp;on a computer don't mix. But I'm ready! No crying allowed! I'm &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My boy's been gone 3 weeks as of today,&amp;nbsp;we've been getting letters from him and some calls, even our first photo of him in uniform! We're so happy for him. And I'm ready to blog! Woo-hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;***Can you believe all I had with me was my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blackberry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to snap pictures on? I was simply too wound up to think straight. Forgive the dark pics please!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On October 30, we had a small farewell party for Josh at our neighborhood community (pool) center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00086-20101030-1634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00086-20101030-1634.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was easier to have it here since there was plenty of parking and some of Josh's friends (ok, &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; of Josh's friends, including himself) partake in the tobacco products. See&amp;nbsp;see those benches? &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; the smoking section. They spent a lot of time outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Insert a&amp;nbsp;prayer from Mom &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;-here-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;not being able to smoke at&amp;nbsp;at boot&amp;nbsp;camp means that Josh quits for good. Fingers crossed X I worry about my boys health).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00085-20101030-1633.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the party was the day before Halloween so I was able to get this uber scary door decoration. Oooohhhhh!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A reaper, you ask? Oh yes. A GRIM REAPER. Josh loves reapers &amp;amp; we have had our&amp;nbsp;reaper "issues." &lt;em&gt;Plenty&lt;/em&gt; of them to be honest; one being on his arm and was what kept him from getting a waiver into the&amp;nbsp;Marine Corps....see a&amp;nbsp;pic &lt;a href="http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/10/josh-turned-20well-ok-back-in-may.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I won't mention what's on his rib cage.....nope.&amp;nbsp;I just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to buy the door hanging &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Josh loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00070-20101030-1616.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the camouflage&amp;nbsp;table cloths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00074-20101030-1618.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Army confetti, little trucks &amp;amp; tanks, whistles, Army men, granades and all sorts of party favors for the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00073-20101030-1617.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they made cute center pieces!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00069-20101030-1615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00069-20101030-1615.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Gold &amp;amp; black ballooons (Army colors!) and USA table covers. On the walls were some great Army decals that I found at a party store.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00072-20101030-1616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00072-20101030-1616.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;(That we cut out way past midnight the night before I have to add) And I have to add that because we are not "after midnight" kind of people. We're old and moldy and like (no, &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;our sleep. But &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; for our boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00082-20101030-1624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00082-20101030-1624.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I found these banners,&amp;nbsp;Army canteens and a blow up machine gun. It &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; an Army party afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00075-20101030-1618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00075-20101030-1618.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;This was my favorite part....this is the BOYS POSTER WALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00078-20101030-1619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00078-20101030-1619.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother in law &amp;amp; sister made this poster, isn't it awesome? (The inside scoop behind this poster&amp;nbsp;---&amp;gt; heard&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt; on the blog for&amp;nbsp;the very first time,&amp;nbsp;folks:&amp;nbsp;is that my brother in law&amp;nbsp;was incredibly, lets say...&lt;u&gt;protective&lt;/u&gt; of this "said board" and&amp;nbsp;was the master mind and creator of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; design.....but&amp;nbsp;DID, however,&amp;nbsp;allow my sister to&amp;nbsp;sign it. With gloves on. She was extremely&amp;nbsp;honored).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00077-20101030-1619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00077-20101030-1619.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;gorgeous&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; poster &amp;amp; Josh loved it! We found little Army parachute men (from the Toy Story movie&amp;nbsp;collection at Toys R Us, lol) since Josh is going to Airborne school after basic training (then off to Ranger school). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;He's a glutton for punishment.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00076-20101030-1618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00076-20101030-1618.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is the GIRLS POSTER WALL (was I &lt;em&gt;drunk&lt;/em&gt; when I glued feathers to my poster?)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00079-20101030-1622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00079-20101030-1622.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Would you look at what my 6 year old niece Madison made for Josh? It's adorable!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00080-20101030-1623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00080-20101030-1623.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is the two of them "acting gangsta" at a pizza parlor back in March. My sister wasn't allowed to touch this poster either. Poor girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00084-20101030-1631copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....Josh &amp;amp; Rodge showed up for about 10 minutes to bring the stereo and to&amp;nbsp;"help decorate" and &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is what they accomplished. Then {{{POOF}}} they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00081-20101030-1623.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honey was putting together wine glasses (we went through all 40 of them!) and getting all of the beer, wine and drinks chilled.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0275copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon our guests started to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="415" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0276copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theres Mama Kay (My East Coast Mom) in the white blouse along with some of our friends &amp;amp; neighbors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="422" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0278copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Johnny telling his mesmerising sea stories&amp;nbsp; ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0284_edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful friends Tammy &amp;amp; Patty that I met ions ago in Japan who drove (Patty) over and hour &amp;amp; (Tammy) over 3 hours to come to the party, and I appreciate it so very much. It meant the world to me xoxo I could do a whole blog on these two and what their friendship means to me. Hey...now there's an idea....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0280copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In all of my craziness &amp;amp; fury I didn't take any pics of the food we had catered. Oh my God was it delicious! We used &lt;a href="http://redhotandblue.com/"&gt;Red, Hot &amp;amp; Blue&lt;/a&gt; and everyone ate like there was no tomorrow. It's the best BBQ around, recipes straight from Memphis. If you've never been --&amp;gt; Go, ya'll. Go &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="418" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0285copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In more of my craziness &amp;amp; fury I forgot to take pics of all of Josh's friends. Of course, like I said earlier, most of them were outside smoking&amp;nbsp;every 20 minutes and had I gone out there I would've suffocated&amp;nbsp;to death, making this blog post impossible. So I'm happy I stayed inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;(((Just imagine all of the pics of Josh's friends HERE)))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Sorry, Josh!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0283copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found one! Only one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="412" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0281copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, here's another...my boy is having some more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0265cakeedit-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this before but I love it. He's so happy! About to dig into the gorgeous cake that my caterer friend Lynn made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0259cakeedit-1.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It deserves a second look. I posted a full blog about it &lt;a href="http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/cake.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="431" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0270cakeedit-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hired help. Serve that cake, Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="437" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0271copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one! Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="414" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0274cakeedit-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Josh &amp;amp; Brandon doing whatever it is they are doing. Josh looks like a drill sergeant to me. Did I mention that he &amp;amp; Rodge shaved his head the day before? Well, they did. The things boys do when they're bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="421" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0272copy2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my fav's and probably the only pic I took of Josh and a few of his friends. Rodge is 2nd from the left, I adopted him when the boys were in the 8th grade &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Not &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt;, but he's been my boy for a long time, it's hard to know anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/Josh_friendsphoto.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I printed this 4x6 photo (that's&amp;nbsp;Josh's recruiter, bottom left)&amp;nbsp;and put it in a letter to Josh. I'm thinking it may cheer him up to remember he has friends at home supporting &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;rooting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00092-20101031-2335.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party everyone signed a photo mat for Josh. I'm going to put his first official Army photo in uniform (Private Josh!)&amp;nbsp;in it and have it framed for him.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The party was fun -- our friends went home early'ish and the kids got to dance and eat more and have a good time visiting. We kicked them all&amp;nbsp;out at 1am and Johnny and I were there til 2am cleaning up. Did I mention that we are not "after midnight kinda folks?"&amp;nbsp;It was completely worth it, though. Anything for our boy&amp;nbsp; :o)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Josh stayed at Rodge's house that night and all was well.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The next day Josh "recovered" and more friends stopped by to raid the refrigerator of all the left over BBQ and cake. Happy kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0298copy-1.jpg" width="413" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 1st my boy (&lt;em&gt;my only child&lt;/em&gt;, sniff)&amp;nbsp;got his things together and waited unpatiently for Sgt. Nurse, his Army recruiter&amp;nbsp;to come pick him up for his overnight stay at Ft. Meade. He would be shipping the next day. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;As I watched him wiggle and nervously check the clock every 3.5 seconds and looking out the window, I couldn't help but think that he looked much like his first day of kindergarten sitting there with his brand new backpack waiting for the bus. He didn't have much hair back then either.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;SNIFF.&amp;nbsp; DRIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0303copy-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Nurse arrived&amp;nbsp;and I begain screaming "THEY'RE TAKING MY BABY!!!!!" and called 9-1-1.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;No, I didn't. I quietly took pictures, smiled a lot, stood brave, waved like a goober and told Sgt. Nurse to take care of my boy. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0308.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly hugged Josh and told him we'd see him in the morning at Ft. Meade to see him off. I wouldn't miss it for the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0309.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......And off they went.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0310.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched as Josh literally left home. For good. I know he'll &lt;em&gt;visit&lt;/em&gt; a lot, God willing. But that was it. Short and bittersweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{{{{POOF}}}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe I'm not "over it" completely and I'm not sure I ever really will be. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be, though?&amp;nbsp;When you have a child you love them their whole lives then you set them free....but, they remain embedded&amp;nbsp;in your heart forever and occupy a permanent space that no other can fill. Ever. And so I'll always miss him. That's my prerogative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;so &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; for Josh, and I mean that sincerely. All I want for him is to find a place in this crazy world&amp;nbsp;where he &lt;strong&gt;belongs&lt;/strong&gt;. A place where he can be successful and make a&amp;nbsp;difference, be independent,&amp;nbsp;be an honorable man, find a beautiful &amp;amp; loving partner to&amp;nbsp;share his life with,&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;at peace&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;have pure joy in his life. That's not asking for too much, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh!! And I want grandchildren. &lt;em&gt;Lots and lo&lt;/em&gt;ts of grandchildren!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But let's get him through boot camp first, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lied. I need a&amp;nbsp;tissue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(Videos of his swearing in and departure&amp;nbsp;from Ft. Meade coming soon - I can only take so&amp;nbsp;much for one&amp;nbsp;day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4325049283319968488?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4325049283319968488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4325049283319968488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4325049283319968488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4325049283319968488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/party-party-par-tay.html' title='Party, party, Par-tay!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/th_IMG00086-20101030-1634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-3796390951738991602</id><published>2010-11-22T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:19:13.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophia'/><title type='text'>Miss Sophia's Christmas card shoot - sneak peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Last Saturday I had the pleasure of photographing the little princess Sophia for her family's&amp;nbsp;Christmas card. What an amazing learning experience that was and I'll forever be grateful to her parents for letting me have some time behind the lens to capture their pretty girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here is a sneek peak of some of the images:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/PTM_AtticTreasures8-Horz-Collage.jpg" width="471" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Is she just not the cutest little thing you've ever seen?! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sophia&amp;nbsp;was having so much fun&amp;nbsp;picking&amp;nbsp;little red berries so they became part of the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/PTM_AtticTreasures3-Vertical4Up.jpg" width="445" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her silver dress just sparkled. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had so many issues with lighting, let me tell you. Sun flares galore from behind that tree (but it kind of&amp;nbsp;adds a dreamy effect, don't you think?) and shadows from the sun through the trees on their faces was a fight&amp;nbsp;in an of itself...I could go on and on. I learned SO much that day. Mainly, I am not fast enough for a 2 year old. I wasn't prepared to set my shutter speed as if I were photographing a NASCAR event. Lesson learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end I think we got some cute pictures&amp;nbsp;and we ordered the 5x7 Christmas card, yay! I might have permission to post that after Christmas, but not yet...we don't want family to see it just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, don't you just love these beautiful blog frames? They were designed by Annie Manning from &lt;strong&gt;Paint the Moon Photography&lt;/strong&gt;. She's a delight and very helpful if you have problems&amp;nbsp; ---&amp;gt; (I have &lt;u&gt;been&lt;/u&gt; her problem on more than&amp;nbsp;a &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; occasions, ha, but&amp;nbsp;she emails me right away and provides great customer service. Check out her website, blog&amp;nbsp;and gorgeous (photoshop &amp;amp; elements)&amp;nbsp;textures and actions &lt;a href="http://paintthemoon.net/blog/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for the experience Lori &amp;amp; Al! With a cutie patootie&amp;nbsp;like Sophia, every picture is adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-3796390951738991602?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3796390951738991602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=3796390951738991602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3796390951738991602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3796390951738991602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/miss-sophias-christmas-card-shoot-sneak.html' title='Miss Sophia&apos;s Christmas card shoot - sneak peek'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/th_PTM_AtticTreasures8-Horz-Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-6416156658210533946</id><published>2010-11-21T18:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:01:29.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RYC 101'/><title type='text'>Rock Your Camera 101, week 1 photo assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Warning: Boring photograhy class blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; This may put most of you to sleep. Proceed with caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I was &lt;em&gt;THRILLED&lt;/em&gt; to have finally gotten into a 5-wk. online photography class (in my forum &lt;a href="http://www.clickinmoms.com/"&gt;Clickin Moms&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;called Rock Your Camera 101 that I've been unsuccessful at getting into&amp;nbsp;for the past 7 months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw&amp;nbsp;a Facebook announcement&amp;nbsp;that there were a few spots left and nearly chipped my teeth getting to my wallet to sign up and pay. After I was registered&amp;nbsp;I happy-danced&amp;nbsp;around the&amp;nbsp;house like a fool celebrating......then I realized......wow, you dumb arse....it's the holidays. &lt;em&gt;No wonder there were spots left&lt;/em&gt;. Everyone else will be immersed in cornucopias, turkeys, wreaths and jingle bells these next few weeks and&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; will be turning in assignments. (dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{{smacking&amp;nbsp;myself in the forehead}}}&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stood up straight and tall, wiped away the sweat from&amp;nbsp;my brow, put on my rose colored glasses and declared loudly to myself, "Well, that's okay! I'll just take pics of cornucopias, turkeys, wreaths and jingle bells and make them my photography &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;assignments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. WOO-HOO! You go girl!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to practice in my manual camera settings as much as I can, nail my white balance, ISO settings, shutter speeds and fstops &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;learn to capture children....in focus&amp;nbsp;(which, I've recently learned the hard way is the exact same as shooting a NASCAR race.&amp;nbsp;A little kid = race car. Same&amp;nbsp;thing. Enough said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm starting with RYC 101. Then I pray that I get into 201. (Probably &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt; Thanksgiving) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first assignment is simply dealing with lighting. Our cameras had to be&amp;nbsp;set in&amp;nbsp;"auto white balance" because that's next week's assignment. All images are&amp;nbsp;straight out of the camera (SOOC), absolutely NO editing allowed, no cropping either. Everything as taken in manual mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to turn in 4 images: Outside, Window light, Inside low light &amp;amp; Image of choice. It was fun! I had several "Ah-ha!" moments&amp;nbsp;learning how to meter my light&amp;nbsp;and then make everything balance to "0" and then&amp;nbsp;click away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5196348966/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Garden statue by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Garden statue" height="424" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/5196348966_e1c9737554.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside - Garden statue&amp;nbsp; ISO 640&amp;nbsp; SS 1/500&amp;nbsp; fstop 2.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5196191762/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="My girls by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="My girls" height="424" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5196191762_a0c8b5789f.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window light (I took this literally) - My girls&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ISO 500&amp;nbsp; SS 1/160&amp;nbsp; fstop 2.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5196347948/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="My dragonfly collection by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="My dragonfly collection" height="424" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/5196347948_3dc5141c89.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside low light - My dragonfly collection&amp;nbsp; ISO 3200&amp;nbsp; SS 1/125&amp;nbsp; fstop 2.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5196190510/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="GO NAVY! by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="GO NAVY!" height="424" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4089/5196190510_2a5c0589d6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of choice - GO NAVY! Ornament in the gift shop Temptations that I volunteer in. I worked on Friday and yes, I bought it&amp;nbsp; :o)&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to work on my indoor, low light images and nail the focus.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISO 250&amp;nbsp; SS 1/100&amp;nbsp; fstop 1.8 (that's why the lighting works, I opened up to 1.8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help myself! While supper was baking I had to go in and do some post processing on my Christmas ornament. It needed a bit of lightening &amp;amp; sharpening and that brought out the soft pink hues. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5196279291/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Navy ornament, full edit  by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Navy ornament, full edit " height="412" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5196279291_a741038502.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brendajorgensen/5196316763/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Before/After by Brenda Jorgensen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Before/After" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5001/5196316763_d458e654d3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before/After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm really getting into the&amp;nbsp;holiday spirit. See? This photo class is going to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear next week is going to be a doooozie. Mainly composition &amp;amp; white balance, but&amp;nbsp;we'll have two weeks to finish. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-6416156658210533946?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6416156658210533946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=6416156658210533946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6416156658210533946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/6416156658210533946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/rock-your-camera-101-week-1-photo.html' title='Rock Your Camera 101, week 1 photo assignment'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/5196348966_e1c9737554_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-7021894304218261715</id><published>2010-11-19T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:28:38.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Cake"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was wading through all of the images from Josh's farewll party and decided that the cake needed a post all it's own. It was SO CUTE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="443" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0269cakeedit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my girlfriend Lynn. She owns a catering company called "&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Springfield-VA/A-Bit-More-Sweets-Specialties/149916378386530?v=wall"&gt;A Bit More Sweets &amp;amp; Specialties&lt;/a&gt;" (go to the link to "like" her facebook page). Lynn&amp;nbsp;generously squeezed out some time between all of her farmers markets and jobs to&amp;nbsp;make Josh's cake. Lynn also did my 40th birthday high tea in&amp;nbsp;my home...oh man, I have to dig out those pics and show you what this lady is capable of. You'll love it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0259cakeedit.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I told her was "make some kind of Army cake" and she ran with it. She created the camouflage&amp;nbsp;fondant pattern herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="412" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0260cakeedit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ARMY STRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The cake was well protected. Just &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; and steal a piece! C'mon, I dare ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="415" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0261cakeedit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with a little Army Ranger and his get uber cool&amp;nbsp;jeep. (Josh has a slot for Ranger training).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0265cakeedit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bald&amp;nbsp;boy was ready to dig in. Anyone know how to remove a balloon string from his cute face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0268cakeedit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost too cute to cut into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="431" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0270cakeedit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, he got over it. You can't keep a boy from his cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="414" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0274cakeedit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;This? ...... I'm not really sure what's going here with Josh and Brandon, ha! But I &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; say, without a doubt,&amp;nbsp;that everyone loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0297cakeedit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn sliced fresh bananas into the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="417" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0295cakeedit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she made a delicious banana cream filling. The mix of the chocolate, vanilla, bananas.....oh. Heart be still. It's making my mouth water right now just typing about it. It was truly remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0296cakeedit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, this is all that was left of the wreckage we made of it. By&amp;nbsp;evening, after Josh's friends had popped in twice to storm the refrigerator of left over BBQ, there was hardly &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;any&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; left at all!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(And I kept the little Army Ranger in my memory box. Too cute!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-7021894304218261715?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7021894304218261715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=7021894304218261715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7021894304218261715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7021894304218261715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/cake.html' title='&quot;The Cake&quot;'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/th_DSC_0269cakeedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-1349842117143332258</id><published>2010-11-17T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T14:47:14.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry! No electricity!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post Josh&amp;#39;s farewell party today, but we are having a bad wind storm and the electricity keeps popping off and on. Now its been of for about 45 minutes....I&amp;#39;m happy I have my blackberry. &lt;p&gt;I give up, lol! I don&amp;#39;t want to start my uploads then lose everything at the last minute so I&amp;#39;m going to wait until tomorrow. &lt;p&gt;The good news is...if there&amp;#39;s no electricity, there&amp;#39;s no working stove. No working stove...no cooking!! Yay!! Sorry. Was that too much excitement? Hey, I&amp;#39;m no dummy. If Dominion Power wants to give me a night off, I&amp;#39;ll take it! &lt;p&gt;Hope everyone is having a good day   :o)&lt;br&gt;Sent from Brenda&amp;#39;s BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-1349842117143332258?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1349842117143332258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=1349842117143332258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/1349842117143332258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/1349842117143332258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry-no-electricity.html' title='Sorry! No electricity!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4024312339699561516</id><published>2010-11-16T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:50:29.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh's farewll party ~ Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my gosh, today marks 2 weeks that Josh has been off to boot camp!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll admit, the first week was tough. But now I'm getting&amp;nbsp;used to it and I'm able to look at his farewell photos &amp;amp; videos without bursting into tears and&amp;nbsp;screaming, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They've taken my baby!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like some deranged freak who just escaped&amp;nbsp;from her straight jacket. What? I'm not a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to state&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;for the record&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; world (meaning....the now 9 people who read my blog) that I am married to the &lt;em&gt;MOST&lt;/em&gt; patient man on the planet. Honestly, I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Johnny&amp;nbsp;simply wiped&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;spurting blood off&amp;nbsp;that shot out of his ears from my&amp;nbsp;shrieking, kept&amp;nbsp;listening to me, giving me hugs and supporting me during&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;panic, whining, utter dispair, thrashing&amp;nbsp;and pure hysteria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that was just in the parking lot waving goodbye to Josh on the bus. Hmmm....come to think of it, I haven't seen Johnny&amp;nbsp;since. But he &lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt; patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So in the days leading up to the farewell party I was on Johnny constantly to &lt;em&gt;make his farewell&amp;nbsp;poster&lt;/em&gt;. We bought poster boards at Michaels like proud parents sending their child off to boot camp so that we could do our rightful duty and embarrass the hell out of our boy&amp;nbsp;one last time.&amp;nbsp; {{high five}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="424" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00047-20101029-2046.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, being the ultra crafty, talented, artsy&amp;nbsp;chick that I am (&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;) bought everything in sight&amp;nbsp;to help me put together my masterpiece. I'm telling you, this project brought&amp;nbsp;sweat to my brow since&amp;nbsp;I can't even make a&amp;nbsp;stick figure look good. I have NO artistic gene in my body. Thank God for Michaels. And my 40% coupons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00043-20101029-1958.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I DO have are photos. Uuhhh...approximately 8,999,085,000 of them just on my hard drive from 2010 alone. Plus,&amp;nbsp;I stole a bunch of pics&amp;nbsp;straight off of Josh's facebook page so that I could do&amp;nbsp;a "memory lane" kinda theme. I used my handy-dandy little 4x6 printer and got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="464" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0235copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are poofy pom-pom&amp;nbsp;bows in their hair. See? Me = Artistic. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0243copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic of Josh from Halloween last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0242copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0240copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee-hee. He's bald now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0239copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found all of these little Army stickers and jazzed up the pics&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0238copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a little Army Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0237copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My hero&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0236copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef cake, haha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;For several &lt;em&gt;painstaking&lt;/em&gt; hours I printed, cut, glued, hit the vodka, taped, sweated, stickered, glittered, trembled,&amp;nbsp;pom-pomed on my little poster that could. Then I &lt;u&gt;prayed&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;that everything would still be on the posterboard in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="483" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00046-20101029-2046.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, 90 minutes before bedtime Johnny hopped&amp;nbsp;on his computer and got to work. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm all: "What?!? Where is your poster board? Where are &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; scissors? Glue? Tired, swollen eyes? Sweaty arm pits? Raw hands?!?!? &lt;em&gt;Bags under your eyes&lt;/em&gt;?!?!?!?!?!?!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00048-20101029-2132.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: Yeah, uuuhhh, right, honey....I'll just do my magic on the laptop,&amp;nbsp;print it out real fast on the plotter in the morning, tape&amp;nbsp;it to the poster board&amp;nbsp;then head over to the club house to decorate.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me: Whaaaaaa????&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me again: HUH? What do you mean "&lt;em&gt;the plotter&lt;/em&gt;?" What's &lt;em&gt;a plotter&lt;/em&gt; and ....what? We were supposed to sit here all night and make posters together, you know...have a fun, romantic,&amp;nbsp;bonding, couples craft night!&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Johnny: I don't do crafts.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0249copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made little Joshie's too.....only he did it in 30 seconds, not 23 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="391" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0248copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we can't tell that's &lt;u&gt;fake&lt;/u&gt;. Sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0247copy.jpg" width="441" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.....OK, that one &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="463" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0246copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one too. &lt;em&gt;Dang&amp;nbsp;it!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Note to self: Take a&amp;nbsp;Powerpoint class. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Another note to self: Before boot camp graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="492" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0254copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the 3D stickers he added at the end, too cute! Yes, I'm a Johnny&amp;nbsp;fan. I can't stay ticked very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="464" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00049-20101029-2133.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's ready for &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;u&gt;The Plotter&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; Ooooohhhhhh-Aaaahhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00059-20101030-1155.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job honey! I'll reschedule our craft night for another time. It'll be F-U-N!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So Johnny's poster looked amazing in the end; so professional, clean, awesome &amp;amp; very&amp;nbsp;"Military."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00058-20101029-2243.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine&amp;nbsp;looked like the&amp;nbsp;craft store&amp;nbsp;threw up on it. But that's okay, it came from my big, proud Mommy heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/IMG00015-20101026-1515.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while Johnny was out printing his poster on &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;u&gt;The Plotter&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Ooooohhhhhh-Aaaahhhhhhhh) I was out buying everything I could get my hands on that had an Army/Military or American Hero theme.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Decorating is&amp;nbsp;going to be a blast!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And Johnny is going to help me!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;u&gt;The Plotter&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Ooooohhhhhh-Aaaahhhhhhhh) won't be able to help him this time!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;{{{Evil laugh}}}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~ I'll post the&amp;nbsp;party tomorrow (wait until you see my sister and brother in law's &amp;amp; Madison's poster-too adorable!) ~ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~ Thanks for stopping by ~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4024312339699561516?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4024312339699561516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4024312339699561516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4024312339699561516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4024312339699561516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/joshs-farewll-party-pt-1.html' title='Josh&apos;s farewll party ~ Pt. 1'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/th_IMG00047-20101029-2046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-8378792228060610903</id><published>2010-11-15T09:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:25:22.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Dear Mr. Drill Sergeant, Sir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;My son has been gone for 2 weeks and I just got to the bottom of the dirty, smelly pile of clothes he so generously left behind as well as found the bathroom floor again after removing 83 raunchy towels from the floor. And&amp;nbsp;I only gagged twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Do me a favor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motifake.com/drill-sergeant-army-drill-sergeant-demotivational-poster-95209.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="DRILL SERGEANT demotivational poster"&gt;&lt;img height="553" src="http://www.motifake.com/image/demotivational-poster/1003/drill-sergeant-army-drill-sergeant-demotivational-poster-1269295344.jpg" title="army drill sergeant " width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind {{big grin}}... I think you will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~In appreciation, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-8378792228060610903?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8378792228060610903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=8378792228060610903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8378792228060610903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8378792228060610903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-5559998447827290914</id><published>2010-11-12T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:44:47.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Embassy of the Kingdom of Bahrain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today the Army Wives group that I joined&amp;nbsp;(I love them!) went on a field trip to the Bahrain Embassy in downtown D.C. Yesterday was Veteran's Day so many of our hubbies were off today as well,&amp;nbsp;and a few of them joined us on the tour. What a treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0019copy-1.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course they found each other like magnets, realized they had each&amp;nbsp;served in the U.S. Navy (and why were their Navy wives in the Army wives club anyway?)&amp;nbsp;Who cares? It allowed them to tag along today and that's all that's important. They&amp;nbsp;stood around and "talked ship" for ahile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="445" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0005copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny's been to Bahrain, in the Middle East, but I didn't know much about the country and I found it fascinating. I love to learn about&amp;nbsp;how other people live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0007copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a long and colorful history based on being a trading hub in the Persian Gulf. I also found out that they are known for their pearls. In fact, Bahrain is called "The Pearl of the Gulf." Mr. Cartier himself used to go to Bahrain and hand pick his pearls for his jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Question: Johnny's been to Bahrain.....and I do not have any Bahrainian pearls.....what's up with that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0002copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Johnny was reliving&amp;nbsp;his Navy career&amp;nbsp;with his new found&amp;nbsp;friends, I went around and snapped some shots of the Embassy. They were setting up a traditional lunch for us in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0003copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we would hear the Ambassador speak later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0009copy.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man was looking for me. We wanted to sit down but the couches seemed to missing something........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0010copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGS! The couches&amp;nbsp;were &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; low to the ground, as in &lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;/strong&gt; the ground. I was afraid if I sat down I'd never get up again. I'd still&amp;nbsp;be there right now asking someone to please bring me my night gown and a hot cocoa. And my Chihuahuas. And my iPad. And the clicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0024copy.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually asked an embassy cultural assistant to show us how to sit. I sounds crazy, but we didn't know what to do with our &lt;em&gt;legs. &lt;/em&gt;When I attempted&amp;nbsp;to sit down&amp;nbsp;(Pam has the pic on &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; camera and I hope to God that image never surfaces because I made a complete fool of myself getting down on those couches)&amp;nbsp;my hip locked up so badly&amp;nbsp;I was writhing in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="429" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0020copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our sitting lesson&amp;nbsp;Pam &amp;amp; Lois&amp;nbsp;showed me&amp;nbsp;how&amp;nbsp;proper ladies sit. Good job Girls! No, I will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be joining you. Thanks, though. My hip will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="499" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0031copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the nice gentleman&amp;nbsp;explained this traditional game to us that was unlike anything I was familiar with. Everything was so interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="420" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0014copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was beginning to smell heavenly. That is the King of Bahrain on the wall, by the way. Their country is a constitutional monarchy run on the English model, except that the King of Bahrain is actually &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; ruler of his country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0017copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The embassy was so generous to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0060copy-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told us last week, after our tour was set up, that they'd like to treat us to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="420" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0042copy-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big surprise! They served warm pita bread with fresh &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hummus"&gt;hummus&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baba_ghanoush"&gt;Baba ghanoush,&lt;/a&gt; stuffed grape leaves and salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="418" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0050copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was some sort of chicken rice dish that had raisins and cashews on top. It was amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="419" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0056copy-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falafel"&gt;Falafel&lt;/a&gt;? It's a patty made with chickpeas or fava beans, served with a yogurt sauce. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0053copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also curried vegetables and samosas (little potato &amp;amp; pea filled fried pastry pockets). I spy a Johnny coming down the line......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0055copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my Johnny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0063copy.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, give him food and he's happy. I caught him in the middle of a bite. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0065copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a blurry pic of my food that was very close on my lap. But you get the picture. We tasted &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I've always been shy like that. I know, I eat like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="436" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0070copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we enjoyed coffee and a creme caramel ~ much like a flan. Heart. Be. Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0012copy.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamad_ibn_Isa_Al_Khalifa"&gt;Hamad ibn Isa Al Khalifa&lt;/a&gt; has reigned since 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="437" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0041copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my only picture of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Houda_Nonoo"&gt;Ambassador Houda Nonoo&lt;/a&gt; speaking to us. I was trying not to stand and/or be disruptive, and I didn't have a zoom lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="394" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0076copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny stood behind the man taking our group picture and took this for me. The Ambassador is in the front row, middle. I'm in the back row, left. &lt;em&gt;Where's Waldo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I handed my camera over to Pam and asked her to take a picture of me and Johnny outside of the Embassy on our way out and this is what she took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0081copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like my boots in this picture, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's try again, Miss Pam, only this time look in the view finder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0085copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0085copy.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;There ya go! Pfew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0079copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&amp;nbsp;a fun field trip! Afterwards Johnny &amp;amp; I jumped into our brand new Mercedes....&lt;em&gt;what?&lt;/em&gt; We didn't &lt;em&gt;tell&lt;/em&gt; you? It was an&amp;nbsp;early Christmas present! And it came with Diplomat plates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Maybe we just walked&amp;nbsp;the 4 blocks back to the station&amp;nbsp;and took&amp;nbsp;the Metro&amp;nbsp;home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-5559998447827290914?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5559998447827290914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=5559998447827290914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/5559998447827290914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/5559998447827290914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-to-embassy-of-kingdom-of.html' title='Welcome to the Embassy of the Kingdom of Bahrain'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/th_DSC_0019copy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-3081397336685158989</id><published>2010-11-11T17:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:10:12.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;~ Happy Veteran's Day ~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/FramedweddingpicforVeteransDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/FramedweddingpicforVeteransDay.jpg" width="477" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;To the sweet veteran sitting in his US Naval Academy bathrobe on the couch, looking adorable with his scrufffy face and coffee mug ~ I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/FramedJoshpicforVeteransDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="445" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/FramedJoshpicforVeteransDay.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;To my boy marching around Ft. Benning somewhere ~ I love with all of my heart and I&amp;nbsp;miss you terribly....and....I&amp;nbsp;thank you, Son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNxptdrtFMI/AAAAAAAABTs/5y0XvCdm8Qk/s1600/Military-Hero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNxptdrtFMI/AAAAAAAABTs/5y0XvCdm8Qk/s1600/Military-Hero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNxtoo6q5wI/AAAAAAAABTw/uJYgSIWQPJE/s1600/John%2527s+Retirement+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNxtoo6q5wI/AAAAAAAABTw/uJYgSIWQPJE/s640/John%2527s+Retirement+4.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~ Johnny's last day in uniform ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To ALL of you in uniform, God bless you. We are the land of the free because of the brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-3081397336685158989?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3081397336685158989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=3081397336685158989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3081397336685158989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/3081397336685158989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-veterans-day-to-sweet-veteran.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/th_FramedweddingpicforVeteransDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-273103151166821166</id><published>2010-11-10T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:15:29.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I have tried a hundred times to blog Josh's farewell party and seeing him off for boot camp, but every time I start I miss him so much I can't continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked one week since he shipped. I've been lucky to have received 2 phone calls and 2 letters and even one cell phone picture. I am about ready to blog everything, but I'll keep it simple or I'll lose it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your patience! I'm trying. I really am ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-273103151166821166?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/273103151166821166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=273103151166821166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/273103151166821166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/273103151166821166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-345375402493284795</id><published>2010-11-05T14:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:03:21.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of boot camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just finished my first letter to Josh. I don't have an address yet, but when I do I'll have several envelopes to put in the out box right away. Also, I'll pass it on to you too, if you want to write to a young man serving his country, I know he'd appreciate getting letters during the old fashioned "mail call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My boy's only been gone for 3 days and I'm ready to have him come back home. I know..."But Brenda, he &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to go out &amp;amp; make his way, become a man, realize his dreams, earn his living, train, be successful &amp;amp; independent....you raised him to be that way..." I hear that every day from my girlfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/img009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/img009.jpg" width="419" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cowboy Josh training for boot camp at 2 years old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Listen, trust me, there is no one on this planet more proud of him than I am, I will bet my&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;LIFE&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;on it, but it's harder than I thought it would be. I'm not whining, I'm just &lt;i&gt;feeling&lt;/i&gt;. I know this is part of the process of letting him go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just&amp;nbsp;want him to come home for 5 minutes, OK, maybe 20 minutes,&amp;nbsp;have a cup of coffee with me, tell me all about boot camp (all 3 days of it) and then I can take him back to the airport. What? Is that too much to ask? I will tell you one thing for certain. As God is my witness, I will move mountains to be able to see my son. No one will come between us when I get a chance for a visit so step back people! Mama bear is growling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: xx-large;"&gt;RAAAAAWWWRRRRR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/img024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/img024.jpg" width="601" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Where in the &lt;i&gt;world&lt;/i&gt; did all of the years go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rest assured, I will have to be on &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;life support&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for me to not be able to spend time with my child -------&amp;gt; when he, and some day his wife&amp;nbsp;invites me to visit. Until the day I die, I promise you that. I just had to put that out there in the universe as my daily&amp;nbsp;affirmation. Thanks for listening&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Josh today, that's all. I'll be fine later, I'm sure of it. Josh &amp;amp; I have been used to having our little chats every day or just short text messages passed back and forth. I've become accustomed to the close contact we've had for years...even if we just texted "Goodnight ~ I love you" there wasn't a day we didn't have some kind of connection. Not to mention the days we were trying to choke each other to death, ha! I pick up my phone 50x a day and want to shoot off a "HI Son! What's going on??" It's so unnatural, the silence is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;deafening.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0298copy.jpg" width="413" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I get so emotional when I look at this photo. Josh was waiting for his recruiter to pick him up to take him up to Ft. Meade to ship to boot camp (we met him up there the next morning). He was so anxious and must've looked out the window 500x looking for the van. I had flashbacks of his first day of Kindergarten. I kn&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ow....I'm a big dork. But I couldn't help it. The days dragged, but the years flew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/DSC_0303copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally,&amp;nbsp;Josh's&amp;nbsp;awesome recuiter, Sgt. Nurse arrived to take him to Ft. Meade. Sgt. you'd better take care of my boy or I'll hunt you down. I can do some damage. Maybe not with my right arm, but the left one is super strong! You should be very, very &lt;i&gt;scaaaaared&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Bye Josh! Be good. Be safe! I looooove you!"&amp;nbsp; HOOO-AH!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/utf-8BSU1HMDAwODctMjAxMDEwMzAtMTc0NC5qcGc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I'm really missing&amp;nbsp;the goof ball&amp;nbsp;today, can you tell?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-345375402493284795?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/345375402493284795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=345375402493284795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/345375402493284795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/345375402493284795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-of-boot-camp.html' title='Day 3 of boot camp'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/November%202010/th_DSC_0298copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4964311359662815173</id><published>2010-11-03T20:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:56:12.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boot Camp'/><title type='text'>I got my phone call!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was such a wonderful, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day and I can't wait to share everything with you - tomorrow. I downloaded most of the pics so&amp;nbsp;I'll&amp;nbsp;post very soon, I promise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been so worried all day because after Josh&amp;nbsp;got on his bus to head to the airport the Army&amp;nbsp;Captain assured all of us parents that we would be getting our one phone call&amp;nbsp;as soon as our recruit (I love the sound of that) was safely ensconced at their bases with Mother Army. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had both of my phones by my bed all night and the lap on until about 3am. No call came.&amp;nbsp;All day.....no call.&amp;nbsp;I came up with a thousand horrible scenarios, because that's what I do, most of them ending with CSI coming to my front door. Johnny's eyes rolled a lot tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But guess what????!!!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNH-9cKiZgI/AAAAAAAABTI/SbPaUbbB6aU/s1600/Army+Mom6.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNH-9cKiZgI/AAAAAAAABTI/SbPaUbbB6aU/s1600/Army+Mom6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I just got my phone call!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Josh sounded so good and no, I didn't cry (until we hung up). They gave him a 3 minute call and Johnny and I both got to listen to him tell us about his first day at boot camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First of all, they didn't even get to the base until nearly 1:30am (he'd been up since 4am), they had to do a briefing, some inprocessing and turn in everything they arrived with, including the clothes on their backs. They were issued uniforms already as well as PT gear, which he was wearing today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNIBw5kf2nI/AAAAAAAABTM/wRBHaeqHHf4/s1600/Army+Mom4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNIBw5kf2nI/AAAAAAAABTM/wRBHaeqHHf4/s1600/Army+Mom4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He said that they got to sleep 1 1/2 hours on the hard floor and then they had to get up and have breakfast. Then came a medical physical; he got 8 shots and had a ton of blood drawn. He laughed when I asked him if they were feeding him. They do NOT go hungry at boot camp so I feel good about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He said the first week is orientation and inprocessing stuff. He starts boot camp after the 1st week. He will have a dental cleaning and eye exam tomorrow as well as some classes. They have to learn how to make a bed to Army regulations, he has to learn how to wear his uniform correctly, etc., all before his boot camp indoctrination ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNIDh8Jv-_I/AAAAAAAABTQ/fuwCtEgnC-Y/s1600/Army+Mom.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNIDh8Jv-_I/AAAAAAAABTQ/fuwCtEgnC-Y/s1600/Army+Mom.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aaaaahhhh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can rest easy. I will finally&amp;nbsp;sleep tonight, even if my boy can't. He was happy I could hear it in his voice, though several times he mentioned how&amp;nbsp;ehausted he was. He&amp;nbsp;told me he'd write letters and I told him I'd be anxiously checking the mailbox every day and of course we both told him how proud we were of him and that we missed him so much already and that we've thought of him ALL day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be able to post some pics of his party and of him shipping. Just wait til you see the grin on his face! What a little cutie. He's in the Army now! Hoooah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4964311359662815173?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4964311359662815173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4964311359662815173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4964311359662815173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4964311359662815173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-got-my-phone-call.html' title='I got my phone call!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/TNH-9cKiZgI/AAAAAAAABTI/SbPaUbbB6aU/s72-c/Army+Mom6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-2194359023690650179</id><published>2010-11-01T15:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:53:08.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillwood Museum Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Oct.28&amp;nbsp;my Navy Wives Club went on a field trip to NW Washington, DC to tour &lt;a href="http://www.hillwoodmuseum.org/"&gt;Hillwood Museum &amp;amp; Gardens&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0179copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="401" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0179copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Founded by American collector and heiress to the Post cereal empire Marjorie Merriweather Post, Hillwood Estate, Museum &amp;amp; Gardens is one of the premier art collector's museums in the United States. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0146copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing was absolutely &lt;em&gt;perfect;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Autumn&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;in Northern VA is my favorite time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0151copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire estate was bursting with mums and gorgeous foliage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="406" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0159copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The estate employees had a pumpkin carving competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0152copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marjorie Merriweather Post was a perfectionist, as evident in all of her garden designs. She hired a curator to design in the interior of her home because she knew from day 1 that it would be a museum some day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0154copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I couldn't take any images past this door. They actually took my camera and gave me a check tag number. DOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0145copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even snapping this image of Miss Pam making her grand entrance into the visitor center lobby I was told to put my camera away. &lt;em&gt;Geeeeze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were shell shocked after seeing 1.5 hours of a docent led tour of all of the incredible collections Marjorie had assembled inside her mansion. The textiles, the furniture, the jewels, the dishes/porcelain, Fabergé eggs, religious icons, books....there was NO end to what this woman collected. It was simply astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0214copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to clear our heads with a long walk through the gardens. This little fountain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0213copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....carried its water along this channel and to this beautiful fountain. The windows&amp;nbsp;upstairs&amp;nbsp;(with the bay window) were Marjorie's bedroom. She looked out onto a pristine garden every day and knew that one day she wanted to be buried in her rose garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0207copy.jpg" width="444" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her final resting place with a beautiful headstone that is art in and of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0200copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the entire estate grounds is the Japanese garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0197copy.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Janelle, Debbie and Mama Kay (at the very top).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0195copy.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the waterfall was completely serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0192copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Fall colors were simply breath taking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0190copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish these images captured sound also. You'd fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0189copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Debbie striking a pose&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="419" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0188copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Kay, my East Coast Mommy, always looking so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0184copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather happened to be about 75* - a total fluke for this time of year. We got lucky! Here are a few more garden shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0182copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0180copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0168copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I stumbled onto the dearest part of the garden. The pet cemetary. But not in a scary way at all. No Stephen King gore here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0170copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must've been 15-17 little headstones, each for a beloved family dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0171copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely moved; touched in a way I didn't expect. So sweet and tastefully done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0167copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little house on the grounds, called the Dacha, where there was a photography exhibit going on with images of Marjorie's step daughter's memories of living in Russia for 2 years. Her dad, Marjorie's 2nd husband, was an ambassador and that is where many of the collections came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="418" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0155copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After touring we worked up an appetite and luckily there is a little cafe on the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0156copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend Pam &amp;amp; I went over to get a table reserved&amp;nbsp;for the rest of the gals so we could eat. Lunch was delicious! (I do have a picture of it, but I don't want to risk being called a &lt;em&gt;total loser&lt;/em&gt; so I'll spare you. This time.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="421" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/DSC_0150_closecrop.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at these cute gals? And do you see what I mean about Fall popping all over the place and &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; weather?!? It was a fun day with the ladies, like always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait until next month when we get to go do Thanksgiving dessert tasting! We all make a treat, bring it along with the recipe and set ourselves up for a 3-day sugar high, woo-hoo! I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-2194359023690650179?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2194359023690650179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=2194359023690650179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2194359023690650179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2194359023690650179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hillwood-museum-tour.html' title='Hillwood Museum Tour'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/th_DSC_0179copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-7898417068160533561</id><published>2010-10-31T14:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:51:44.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night was Josh's farewell party.&amp;nbsp; It's so surreal;&amp;nbsp;the night was fabulous and flew by so quickly. Everyone had fun and no one wanted to go home. We kicked them out at 1am so we could clean up the club house (which Johnny and I completed at 2am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/Josh_Cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/Josh_Cake.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy had a great time and he and his friends thanked us several times for putting it all together. Johnny gave a nice toast and to our surprise and delight, so did Josh's best friend Rodge. I could cry just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way....the darling poster in the background was made by my niece Madison all by herself! Too cute!&amp;nbsp; (Josh loved it, Sweetheart, great job!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's bald. He's exhausted. He's anxious. But he's ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaves tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more&amp;nbsp;pics from the party this week, I just wanted to check in with everyone and let you know things went very,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt; well.&amp;nbsp;My friend Tammy&amp;nbsp;drove up from Norfolk (3 hrs) and my other friend Patty came from Maryland with her husband (1 hour), my friend Lynn made Josh the most awesome and delicious Army cake!! As well as&amp;nbsp;my local&amp;nbsp;friends, my East Coast Mom, our neighbors, J's friends.....it was a perfect night and it all meant the world to our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to share more very soon. I have to get through Josh&amp;nbsp;leaving first so next time you hear from me Johnny and I will be&amp;nbsp;official &lt;strong&gt;EMPTY NESTERS&lt;/strong&gt;. Huh?&amp;nbsp;I still can't believe the date is&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;. GAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say this all feels &lt;em&gt;surreal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go take a nap. My&amp;nbsp;inner party animal is catching up to my&amp;nbsp;outer old lady, haha. My body isn't snapping back as fast as it used to.&amp;nbsp;How pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for your well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-7898417068160533561?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7898417068160533561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=7898417068160533561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7898417068160533561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7898417068160533561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-night-was-joshs-farewell-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/th_Josh_Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-2928062643116107689</id><published>2010-10-29T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:10:57.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO Internet. Boooo!</title><content type='html'>During one of the busiest weeks of my life (or in the past month), our internet router decides to fall over, put its belly up in the air, and go dark. No more pretty flashing red lights above my living room hutch telling me that I can log on and see what the rest of the word is doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a lonely existence for the past 24 hours. I feel disconnected.....haha. Punny. *Snort* it's affecting my mind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell party plans are complete; I'm leaving shortly to go pick up the pool club house key and then we can decorate! Food is ordered. Beer &amp;amp; wine purchased. Cake designed and dropping off little green Army men later this afternoon. My sister mailed me her 2 (darling!!) poster boards that her family decorated. Johnny &amp;amp; I will decorate ours tonight...It's ON, baby! It's ON! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh leaves on Monday to&amp;nbsp;start his&amp;nbsp;in-processing at Ft. Meade. We get to go up Tuesday morning for pictures, hugs, tears, kicks in the rear, pinches and to wave bye-bye to the bus that will take the boy that I've devoted my entire adult life to away to Army boot camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all ready now. Its been a long year and we're prepared. Johnny &amp;amp; I are already getting giddy about all of the duty stations we'll get to go visit him at. (Please go to Italy, Josh!) (Or Germany) (Or France) (Or Japan!!) (Hawaii????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or best yet! Ft. Belvoir, Virginia!! YES!!!! We'll be neighbors &amp;nbsp;:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll have plenty of pics to share so when you can't fall asleep you can look at my blog entries and you'll be out in 2 1/2 minutes flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to serve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-2928062643116107689?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2928062643116107689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=2928062643116107689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2928062643116107689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/2928062643116107689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-internet-boooo.html' title='NO Internet. Boooo!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-8502830308062788028</id><published>2010-10-27T11:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:33:53.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Blog It Boards from MCP Actions</title><content type='html'>I was having a little bit of fun with my cruise pictures (as evident by the slide show I created). I headed over to visit Jodi at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mcpactions.com/"&gt;MCP Actions&lt;/a&gt; for a little more help. Jodi has the coolest "Blog It Boards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/Blogitboard1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our images from Port Canaveral, Florida, one of our port calls. Josh decided we'd go on an airboat ride to go look for 'gators. &lt;em&gt;Big surprise.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(We even got to eat some 'gator!) And do you know what? It tastes like chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not really. It was chewy and tough. I didn't care for it much&amp;nbsp; :o(&lt;br /&gt;Any-hooo ~ Jodi's Blog It Boards build&amp;nbsp;themselves automatically&amp;nbsp;in Photoshop. I run CS5 and it was super easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/Blogitboard2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded the FREE (try me) Blog It Board; you can find it &lt;a href="http://www.mcpactions.com/actions/blog-it-board-actions/tryme-blog-it-board.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Jodi gives you &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;template&amp;nbsp;to practice on&amp;nbsp;so that's why all of mine are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/Blogitboard3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the hang of it pretty quickly. I'm trying to decide which of &lt;a href="http://www.mcpactions.com/actions/blog-it-board-actions.html"&gt;THESE&lt;/a&gt; Blog It Board sets I might add to my photoshop actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/Blogitboard4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities are endless. When you&amp;nbsp;buy a set you'll have different sizes and configurations to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/Blogitboard5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "prompt" pops up and says "now pick your picture for the top, now pick your picture for the right".....etc. If I can do it, anyone can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/Blogitboard6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem I had (seen in this blog it board, bottom middle pic) is that if I stretched the pic out to fit the square, either Johnny or myself would have been cut from the image.&amp;nbsp;That's why there is white above and below (and I couldn't fill it in with, say, black, to make it look better). But they are still fun, easy to use and great for blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go over and download the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mcpactions.com/actions/blog-it-board-actions/tryme-blog-it-board.html"&gt;FREE&lt;/a&gt; photoshop Blog It Board at MCP Actions &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;give it a try. I just wanted to share her freebie with you all ~ when I find something fun I have to pass it along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-8502830308062788028?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8502830308062788028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=8502830308062788028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8502830308062788028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8502830308062788028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/10/magic-blog-it-boards-from-mcp-actions.html' title='Magic Blog It Boards from MCP Actions'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/th_Blogitboard1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-976869768312610930</id><published>2010-10-26T14:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:39:29.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><title type='text'>Josh turned 20.....well, OK, back in May.</title><content type='html'>My baby turned 20 in May. Is it still okay to call him my baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, you know what? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yes, it is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He's my &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; child and let me tell you something, even though he was only 6 pounds, 15 ounces, pushing him out of my body gives me &lt;em&gt;LIFE LONG&lt;/em&gt; rights to call him my baby.&amp;nbsp;Raising him through his terrible two's that lasted&amp;nbsp;to his teen years gives&amp;nbsp;me the right to call him &lt;em&gt;my baby&lt;/em&gt;. Then raising him through his teen years gives me&amp;nbsp;rights throughout eternity and &lt;em&gt;beyond&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Josh&amp;nbsp;will always be &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;baby&lt;/span&gt;. You wanna make something of it? You wanna piece of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what blogging does? It gives me clarity. And a spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....the day before his birthday I begged and pleaded&amp;nbsp;Josh to give me 20 minutes so that I could take his&amp;nbsp;20-year portraits - something, &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; to capture him at this moment in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyes rolling, grunts and a few "Hurry Up Mom's" he gave me about 8 minutes flat&amp;nbsp;and even (not really by choice) wore a nice-ish shirt ~ by that I mean, nothing stained with last night's supper, nothing&amp;nbsp;torn or with cut off sleeves, or anything printed with the words US ARMY or GOLD'S GYM&amp;nbsp;on the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0035copy_clearwatermark.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/DSC_0035copy_clearwatermark.jpg" width="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wasn't very smart and used the back courtyard that was very shady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0014BubbleTea_texture_clearwatermark.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/DSC_0014BubbleTea_texture_clearwatermark.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows were a nightmare.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0042WhiteMocha_clearwatermark.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="412" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/DSC_0042WhiteMocha_clearwatermark.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I'd be pushing it if I asked him to relocate to the front yard or, &lt;em&gt;God forbid&lt;/em&gt;, across the street, where the&amp;nbsp;lighting was fabulous but &lt;em&gt;where people would see us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(scream!!)&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a rule:&amp;nbsp;photographs ARE light. Period. First and foremost, lighting has to be great. And it wasn't. My second&amp;nbsp;(amature) mistake.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=utf-8BSU1HMDA1OTgtMjAxMDA5MTMtMjIwMC5qcGc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/utf-8BSU1HMDA1OTgtMjAxMDA5MTMtMjIwMC5qcGc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's my handsome boy and&amp;nbsp;I love the way they came out anyway. Besides, they're for &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; kitchen wall so who cares?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/DSC_0050.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way inside Josh grabbed his favorite girl, Peanut, and looked so cute I snapped this pic. Again, the shadows and lighting were horrible. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0050copy2_WM.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/DSC_0050copy2_WM.jpg" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best with the tools &amp;amp; actions I have and fixed it somewhat. I'm more pleased with Peanut's face than I am with Josh's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's better than it was, even&amp;nbsp;though it's blown out in some areas now. My third mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that I practice constantly so in a year I hope I can take that same image and &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0010blackwhite2_GalleryFrame_WM.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="444" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/DSC_0010blackwhite2_GalleryFrame_WM.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;picture is still worth a thousand words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a smiling 20 year old,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; see Josh&amp;nbsp;impatiently groaning, "Are we done here? Can I scoot now? HUUUUUURRRYYY UP MOM!! Take the picture already!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And behind the camera I'm screaming, "Just sit still and smile, dag-GONE-it! (Or was it Dad-GUM-it?) I'm still learning all of these stupid buttons! Oh my God you are so antsy, what are you? Like FOUR years old or something?!? Stop being so ruuuuuude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother/Son &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. All in one shot. Can't you see it?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-976869768312610930?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/976869768312610930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=976869768312610930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/976869768312610930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/976869768312610930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/10/josh-turned-20well-ok-back-in-may.html' title='Josh turned 20.....well, OK, back in May.'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/September%202010/th_DSC_0035copy_clearwatermark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-8872874677122657939</id><published>2010-10-25T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:07:35.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The link got fixed! I know, I know, you've seen the pics 183 times already, booooring.....Anyways, I liked the music so I had to repost it.&amp;nbsp;The nice man at TripWow.com emailed me 2x today working out the bugs in the HTML code and I really appreciated how much assistance he gave me ~ especially since this slide show was &lt;i&gt;FREE&lt;/i&gt; to make, by the way! Head on over and make your own. It's fun &amp;nbsp;:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on your speakers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: #000 url(http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-00ad-9a6e-5f06/e/44cc636010/bg)0 0 no-repeat; border: none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 680px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="http://images.travelpod.com/bin/tripwow/flash/" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="xmlPath=http%3A%2F%2Ftripwow.tripadvisor.com%2Ftripwow%2Fta-00ad-9a6e-5f06%2Fapxml%3Fed%3D44cc636010%26ref%3D" height="425" name="TripWow" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://images.travelpod.com/bin/tripwow/flash/tripwow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="680" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: #fff; border: none; color: #999999; font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 9px; margin: 0; padding: 0; text-align: justify; width: 680px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-00ad-9a6e-5f06" style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Cruisin' to The Bahamas, Mon! Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;: John, Brenda &amp;amp; Josh’s trip from &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g60811-Baltimore_Maryland-Vacations.html" style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g28941-Maryland-Vacations.html" style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Maryland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g191-United_States-Vacations.html" style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt; to 3 cities &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g147416-Nassau_New_Providence_Island_Bahamas-Vacations.html" style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Nassau&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g147420-Freeport_Grand_Bahama_Island_Bahamas-Vacations.html" style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Freeport&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g34574-Port_Canaveral_Florida-Vacations.html" style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Port Canaveral&lt;/a&gt; was created by &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/" style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;TripAdvisor&lt;/a&gt;. See another &lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/slideshow/united-states.html" style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;United States slideshow&lt;/a&gt;. Create your own stunning &lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/" style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;free slideshow&lt;/a&gt; from your travel photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-8872874677122657939?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8872874677122657939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=8872874677122657939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8872874677122657939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/8872874677122657939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/10/link-got-fixed-now-that-you-are-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-7696135838192364258</id><published>2010-10-25T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:36:53.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Give me one minute&amp;nbsp;to whine. I need just one second and this blog is my place to put my feelings and achy brakey heartfelt junk,&amp;nbsp;right? Ok, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;OH MY GOD JOSH LEAVES ONE WEEK FROM TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow. Where has the time gone? Please. Someone stop the clock. In a way, this has been the longest freaking year EVER. But now it's flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I'll admit it, I was sort of testing Josh, much to my husbands dismay. We went out to dinner and I looked at Josh&amp;nbsp;and said, "So, you're really gonna do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cut to: In my &lt;em&gt;head&lt;/em&gt; I imagined my boy&amp;nbsp;saying, "No, Mom. I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; go. I'm your only child and I know how much you love me and are so proud of me so I just can't do it. I don't want you to be all alone. I want to go back to school and move to Fairfax or Burke and be close by. Some day I'll marry and have your grand babies and we'll&amp;nbsp;do Sunday family dinners and you can play with the kids and my doberman and we'll go on our summer cruises together." Cue: The hugs &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;the tears and the angels singing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/img024-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/img024-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SCREEEEEEEETTTCCCHHHHH.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smack. Back to reality. And reality really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he didn't even hesitate one second and replied, "I'm s&lt;em&gt;oooooo&lt;/em&gt; ready!! Let's &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; this! I'm getting really pumped up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/DSCN1984copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...you're &lt;strong&gt;positive&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're sure? Like, 100 &lt;em&gt;percent&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/JoshandhisPeanut.jpg" width="462" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&amp;nbsp; *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yuppers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. Go then. See if I care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/DSC_0169sharpened.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know. But what-ev's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll miss you, though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/DSCN1980copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes. My boy is leaving in one week. My one minute is up. I'm done whining. Time to walk the girls now. With tissue. Thanks for listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-7696135838192364258?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7696135838192364258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=7696135838192364258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7696135838192364258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/7696135838192364258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-me-one-minute-whine.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-5954695080428004437</id><published>2010-10-25T10:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:15:26.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nassau, Capital of the Grand Bahamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night I put together a slide show with all of our off ship adventure pictures in it (here's the link to that if you want to give it a shot: &lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-00ad-9a6e-5f06?lb"&gt;http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-00ad-9a6e-5f06?lb&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;) but some of you said it didn't work or it took too long to load. Bummer. Some of the slides went too fast too, but I loved the music! Made me get up and boogie!&amp;nbsp;Yup, it did. Scary, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to just plop some of the pics up anyway. (I was trying to avoid posting 64 pics and boring everyone to &lt;em&gt;TEARS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I'll just post our day in Nassau, Bahamas. I'll do Port Canaveral and a few more random ship pics (including our professional session) in another post. There are only &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; many tears.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/115.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ship pulled directly up to that pier, side by side with the gorgeous Norwegian Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/117copy.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny &amp;amp; I&amp;nbsp;tried our&amp;nbsp;legs&amp;nbsp;on land for the first time in 3 days (felt strange!) &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Josh went off with a friend he met on board, armed with plenty of cab money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 20, what do you expect? For him to hang out with the old parents for the day? (Yes, that's what I wanted.&amp;nbsp;I'm just posturing so that I won't look like I haven't cut the apron strings&amp;nbsp;yet. Just go with it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for the record&amp;nbsp;~&amp;nbsp;I have&amp;nbsp;been smacked REAL hard&amp;nbsp;with a&amp;nbsp;reality&amp;nbsp;this year&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;when you raise a child to be&amp;nbsp;independent, what you end up with&amp;nbsp;is &lt;em&gt;an independent child&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Wow. Funny how that works. Yikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's why &lt;u&gt;one week from today&lt;/u&gt; he'll be&amp;nbsp;headed to Ft. Meade&amp;nbsp;to begin his life's new adventures! (And I'll be trying to hold him down to tie him back onto my apron!!) He's stronger though, I'm sure he'll win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BACK TO THE BAHAMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/122.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny and I decided to lick our rejected parental wounds by spending the day in &lt;a href="http://www.atlantis.com/"&gt;Atlantis&lt;/a&gt; ~ an all-inclusive resort that is &lt;em&gt;out of this world&lt;/em&gt; beautiful. We were healed in about 3 1/2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/IMG00740-20101007-1552.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a postcard I snapped to show the layout. Our ship was docked in the channel that runs behind the hotel; it was a 10 minute, at most, cab ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/195.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time shares galore. I don't even want to know who much they cost, but &lt;u&gt;total heaven&lt;/u&gt; if you're blessed enough to be able to live here for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/194.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can even accomodate you if you own your own&amp;nbsp;yacht. Parking is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/193.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The views&amp;nbsp;will cost ya though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="474" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/170.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can stay in the Atlantis Hotel. The lobby was gorgeous! I have a complete series of photographs of just the archetecture and decor, but, like I said, you only have so many tears, so I'll spare you. This time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/166.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire first floor is an aquarium. That's right. I said AQUARIUM. See it? It is, afterall, the lost city of Atlantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/188.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the staff wore colorful, fun uniforms. Felt like we were in The Bahamas, Mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="487" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/192copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was shopping in the beautiful hotel, too. I just took a "random" shot of something stunning. &lt;em&gt;Totally&lt;/em&gt; random. YUP. (Hello Santa? Are you there? Tap, tap, tap...is this thing on?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/189.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the&amp;nbsp;King &amp;amp; Queen of Atlantis. Let us show you around our land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/186.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can learn to&amp;nbsp;scuba dive with our professional &amp;amp; super friendly&amp;nbsp;staff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/184.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wander the grounds at your leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="473" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/185.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that arch? That is &lt;u&gt;The Bridge Suite&lt;/u&gt;. You can rent it but it is &lt;strong&gt;booked solid for the next year&lt;/strong&gt;. Full balconies, front and back, with &lt;em&gt;spectacular&lt;/em&gt; views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="379" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/RoyalTowers_Atlantis.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly decorated and will satisfy&amp;nbsp;every&amp;nbsp;need you will&amp;nbsp;have. A FULL&amp;nbsp;staff always at your service and&amp;nbsp;has it's own private entrance. Let us drop you into the lap of luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="284" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/RoyalTowers_ammenities_Atlantis.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for only $25,000 per night, with a 7 night &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;minimum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. And did I mention that we are fully booked for the next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/181copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mr. Perfect&amp;nbsp;is happy because we have a lovely, teensy, weensy little cabin (with balcony!!) waiting for us at the ship. And that's fine by me&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/171.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we went, there were walls of aquariums. It was stunning. I regret not sitting down for lunch and just observing, but we were too busy wanting to see the whole resort before we had to get back to the ship. Didn't want to miss our boat! That would be a &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/132copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tunnels were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/176copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were jokingly "looking for Nemo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/178.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were delighted when we found him! Back with his Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/158.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tank was filled with blue &amp;amp; gold fish. And you know what that means....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh-Oh, here it comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO NAVY! WOO-HOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/124copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Johnny was beginning to behave strangely and showing ungodly amounts of affection in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/127copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And making gooooogley eyes at strange women. Love. It can never be. Poor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/161.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to the beaches&amp;nbsp;to get some fresh air and to mend Johnny's heart.&amp;nbsp;I admired the scenery and beautiful turquoise waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/162.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny admired the....other sites. He thought the beaches were lovely, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/150copy.jpg" width="471" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got to "people&amp;nbsp;watch" for ahwile. That's why he's so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="476" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/145copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he remained with his bride in those smokin'&amp;nbsp;hot bermuda shorts and she fell head over heels with him in&amp;nbsp;his Dilbert t-shirt and Navy ball cap. So, as the story&amp;nbsp;goes,&amp;nbsp;the King &amp;amp; Queen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/151copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommited their love and devotion in&amp;nbsp;the sands of the Bahamas for ever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="494" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/Handprintblogpic-Page003.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/142copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they reigned their&amp;nbsp;Kingdom of Atlantis&amp;nbsp;happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they had to dash&amp;nbsp;back to the ship before it sailed away without them leaving them homeless and with their&amp;nbsp;son screaming, "Woo-hoo! I have the whole room &amp;amp; your credit cards&amp;nbsp;to myself!" at the top of his lungs, waving&amp;nbsp;from the balcony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/203copy.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thought made then&amp;nbsp;dart &lt;em&gt;faster&lt;/em&gt; ~ To&amp;nbsp;reign their dinner table on the cruise ship and watched &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; sunset out of the window over the land that they loved&amp;nbsp;for 6 hours and can't wait to go back to some day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-5954695080428004437?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5954695080428004437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=5954695080428004437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/5954695080428004437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/5954695080428004437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/10/nassau-capital-of-grand-bahamas.html' title='Nassau, Capital of the Grand Bahamas'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/th_115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-4925005766634776479</id><published>2010-10-16T10:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:18:26.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little look around the Carnival Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We love cruising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We're&amp;nbsp;addicted! We're&amp;nbsp;hooked! We're&amp;nbsp;saving $$ for the next one! And the next one!.....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/263.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room was down there on the right somewhere. On November 7&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;ship&amp;nbsp;goes into dry dock (in Nassau, Bahamas) for 2 weeks where they will replace all of the carpeting, paint, and refurbish the entire Carnival Pride to the tune of 25 million dollars. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/001copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our home-sweet-home for a week at sea.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/002copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was "cozy" but we had plenty of room as our luggage all went under the bed and there were 3 full size&amp;nbsp;closets with shelves plus 3 small dressers (believe it or not) so we unpacked and did just fine! This is the last time Josh shared a room with us. Next time, you're on your own, buddy!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/008copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from our bed and boy did we ever love it. We had the door open during the mornings for breakfast&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;enjoyed hearing the ocean.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/010copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two levels below us were the life capsules. Don't think we didn't know which one was ours because that's the first thing you do before you pull out of port ~ a ship wide drill. We all mustered on our assigned decks next to the life boats. Everyone! Every waiter, cabin attendant, ships dancer, cruise director, cook, doctor, bar tender...even the Captain!&amp;nbsp;That made me feel safe knowing &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; had a "job" to do if there were an emergency. Good job crew! Time for a Mai-Thai.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/297copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of crew....this is Maung (sporting Josh's Oakley's). He was our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;most excellent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cabin attendant from Burma, and we &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; him!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/014copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to deal with this every day and didn't jump ship so I figured he's seen worse. Poor guy. We did tip him well...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="479" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/049copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd come to our room at night after our stage show or dancing and find these cute, cuddly creatures laying on our beds, each holding 3 chocolates. So cute!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/048copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say we tipped him well? Maunge was a trooper and made our cruise a very happy one.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/293copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny on our deck as we were pulling back into Baltimore Harbor. We spent lots of time out on our deck eating, drinking our coffee, watching as the ship pulled in and out of ports...We don't think we can ever go without a deck again. Johnny felt like he was on watch on the USS Hewitt again! He loved it!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/086copy.jpg" width="482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our favorite thing to do was watch the sunsets together&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/030copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main atrium bar. Sorry the pics are horrible. My little point and shoot is great outdoors, but indoors?...Not so much.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/031copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the elevators that go up 11 decks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/027copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down into the atrium again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/032copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking up (are you sea sick yet? Good!). See up there at the top? Those are acrylic ~ completely clear ~ stairs that go up to the 12th deck, a specialty restaurant called "David's." It's an upscale steakhouse that we had reservations to for a celebration dinner for Josh on our last night at sea. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I was completely &lt;em&gt;obsessed&lt;/em&gt; with those stairs! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scary&lt;/em&gt; stairs....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/026copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day with all of the lights on they weren't too scary....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/288copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at night.....oooohhhh, another story. See? It looked as if you were floating 12 stories above the atrium (waaaay down there below us) and it was a wicked feeling.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/285copy.jpg" width="472" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Obsessed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/047copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Disco! Josh and I boogied down here one night. Well....&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; boogied &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; night, Josh boogied with all of the young people on the ship &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; night. That boy&amp;nbsp;crawled in bed between 2-3:30am every morning. The club didn't open until 10:30pm so that weeded out most of the old folks, ha. He made some fun friends to hang out with on the trip. We ended up eating dinner every night with the parents of one of the boys; nice people everywhere!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/044.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real crappy picture of a real handsome man. It's in the theater, but none of my pics came out and they didn't allow any images to be taken during the shows for security reasons. Oh well. Isn't he adorable? The shows were great, by the way. Very broadway inspired. We went to one comedy night also, but for the most part, Josh is the night owl in &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; family so we let him roll with it and we'd&amp;nbsp;crash by 11:30, ha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/015.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the buffet style eateries on board ~ The Mermaid Grill. You did not go hungry. Ever. There were 4 buffets, the main dining room (where we had dinner every night), David's steakhouse, a 24 hour pizza parlor, midnight snack bar....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="473" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/067copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why they have a gym on board. Do you see me on that treadmill?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I didn't think so.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/066copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me running on that track?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I didn't think so.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/065copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me playing putt-putt?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I didn't think so....and I'm still ticked about that. I had a "date" to play with Josh, but the kid never showed up which is why all I have is this dumb picture.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Geeze. He's&amp;nbsp;a cruise ship with &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of those young people, tons of hot girls, 4 pools, 3 hot&amp;nbsp;tubs, a gym, buffets, drink-of-the-day specials, a casino, lounging decks and comedy shows going on and he didn't want to play putt-putt on the old people's deck with his &lt;em&gt;mother&lt;/em&gt;?!? I just don't get it....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/051copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I forgot~the slide!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/053copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ok. I'll just hang with my handsome hubby&amp;nbsp;over there and go sit some place quiet and read and drink my &lt;em&gt;drinkie&lt;/em&gt;. Do you see he packed his ipad and keyboard? He was a very happy man.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/062copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the hot tub that I&amp;nbsp;plopped my butt into&amp;nbsp;for 2 hours.&amp;nbsp;I was a prune when I met Johnny for happy hour, ha! He didn't mind so much, he was drinking his margarita and loving ships life. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="473" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/057copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny&amp;nbsp;misses being at&amp;nbsp;sea sometimes, but he&amp;nbsp;said he didn't miss the responsibility &amp;amp; stress which is why we're hooked on cruising! He gets the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; of both worlds. We're already looking for our next cruise.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/061copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a glimpse of David's steak house ~ all set up for the cooking demonstration that I took from the master chef on board.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/075copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a demonstration of Beef Stroganoff while his sous chefs showed us how to garnish properly.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/069copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned how to carve watermelons.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Seriously. If you think for one minute this is going to pop up on my Thanksgiving table you've got another thing coming. Just be happy with your sprig of parsley, ok?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/294copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing our suitcases, getting ready to debark. What a sad, sad&amp;nbsp;day. We&amp;nbsp;weren't ready to go.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/024copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a wonderful&amp;nbsp;time with my family, it went by way too quickly. I knew as soon as the cruise was over it was going to be crunch time before Josh ships off to boot camp.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="482" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/050copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a constant state of holding my breath and begging time to slow down. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/Signatureformyblognobutterfly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186906679369874540-4925005766634776479?l=brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4925005766634776479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1186906679369874540&amp;postID=4925005766634776479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4925005766634776479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186906679369874540/posts/default/4925005766634776479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasrosecoloredglasses.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-look-around-carnival-pride.html' title='A little look around the Carnival Pride'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168259008458366555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a96wamNvT1k/S0j52AXBGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dsLjq1OpNtg/S220/DSCF0422+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/th_263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186906679369874540.post-3150946984472727699</id><published>2010-10-13T16:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T17:17:14.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're BAAAA-aaaaaaack!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh my gosh, where do I begin?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We had SOOOO much fun on our cruise, I was not ready to come home. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="391" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/IMG00682-20101003-1400copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sailed out of Baltimore so we were able to make the hour drive and leave the car on the pier (secured, paid parking, of course!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/IMG00745-20101007-1651copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sailed on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carnival.com/cms/fun/ships/carnival_pride/default.aspx?shipCode=PR"&gt;Carnival Pride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The ship was absolutely beautiful. Our room was perfect, spacious for the 3 of us&amp;nbsp;with an extended balcony where we enjoyed our breakfast &amp;amp; coffee every morning&amp;nbsp;and evening sunsets. I miss it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my sweetheart in Nassau, the capital of the Bahamas all gangsta in his Dilbert t-shirt. Oh yeah, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Johnny spent most of the time on the cruise ship&amp;nbsp;like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/021copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely &lt;em&gt;giddy&lt;/em&gt; with his "man food" and stowing away in secret corners reading on his&amp;nbsp;ipad. (But he did meet me every day at 4pm in the Atrium Bar for Happy Hour)&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I spend most of my time on the cruise ship like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="468" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/082copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee-hee. Uh-uh, don't you dare judge me. They were &lt;em&gt;gooooood!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh yeah, and I did a lot of this:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/244copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;AAAaaaaahhhhhhhh.........go away. I can't &lt;em&gt;heeeeeeeeaaaaaarrrrrr&lt;/em&gt; you!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab118/bsjorgensen/October%202010/IMG00683-20101003-1639copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have to tell you what Josh spent a lot of his time on the cruise ship doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Uh. &lt;em&gt;Really?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the 4-1-1: He's 2 weeks away from going into the U.S. Army, so heck yeah we enjoyed a drink&amp;nbsp;or two or 27 or....never mind. We were in the Bahamas Mon! We were celebrating Josh's new future. We are so proud of him xoxoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt
