<?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-2918596097017001678</id><updated>2012-02-17T22:23:44.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>View from my Treehouse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-2976345818481704771</id><published>2011-04-14T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:31:06.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Sickness and in Health</title><content type='html'>It's been a yucky week. What I thought was allergies has turned into a full blown chest cold, &lt;em&gt;with &lt;/em&gt;allergies. Add in menopausal issues and a soon to be full moon and I am one ugly person. Kinda makes The Bride of Frankenstein look like Shirley Temple if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick all by myself this time and I think it's made everything worse. Nestor and I tend to catch colds or the flu within a day or two of each other. We like it that way. We know people that want to be sick alone, to be babied and be cared for by their loved ones. I guess we're strange. No, we don't like to be sick, but if we've got the same thing at about the same time we can play off each other's strengths - like who goes to the store to get the ginger ale and saltines, or who makes the scrambled eggs for supper. We know what the next symptoms are and can be at the ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick by myself means there is no commiseration in the moaning and groaning. He's been a prince braving the cold medicine aisle at Wal-Mart, trying to figure out what to make for supper, taking care of all the household stuff while I doze in the rocker. He's spoiling me more than I already am, but it's not right being sick without him. I am so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2918596097017001678-2976345818481704771?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2976345818481704771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=2976345818481704771' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2976345818481704771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2976345818481704771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='In Sickness and in Health'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7393790893487031878</id><published>2011-03-24T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:53:28.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A week ago my Mom turned 70. She and Dad came down from NC for a visit and to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9T3vJdanISM/TYt3_fqyRvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BMYVI_WttfU/s1600/P3180014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9T3vJdanISM/TYt3_fqyRvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BMYVI_WttfU/s320/P3180014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They made it down in time for lunch, so I made chicken salad with all the fixings, chips and sweet tea. Mom didn't want any fuss, but who am I to listen to my mother? Matching plates, napkins and party hats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Gn0Fw5VxbFk/TYt4wke7E1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/YaLwSQZsjTA/s1600/P3180016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Gn0Fw5VxbFk/TYt4wke7E1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/YaLwSQZsjTA/s320/P3180016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, she's not gonna be happy about this pic, but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Mom and I headed out for some shopping at Publix. There are no Publix stores in NC, so whenever they come to visit, or even if I am headed up there, a stop is a necessity. We did make a detour by the new Babyland General Hospital where I got her a birthday sticker. Yep, I made her walk around wearing it, too! It was quickly peeled off as soon as we got into the car. There was a bit of a minor protest, but I think she had a good time. Publix is exhausting when you are with someone who doesn't get to go often! While we didn't hit every aisle we spent time in a good many of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gwW0_yNdbPI/TYuM4DrzoUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/oLFYovjgars/s1600/P3190017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gwW0_yNdbPI/TYuM4DrzoUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/oLFYovjgars/s320/P3190017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We came home and Paula's mom, Chris, stopped by with our order from the organic foods vendor. Great box of goodies, we ordered again this week! Paula came by for dinner and more festivities. Justin had to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zmjfTSLdhug/TYuNKwn0hGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RZC51r436_4/s1600/P3190018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zmjfTSLdhug/TYuNKwn0hGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RZC51r436_4/s320/P3190018.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the pretty flowers? They were from Justin and Paula for Mom. They rode home to NC strapped in a seatbelt on the back seat. Last I heard they are still fresh and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had supper, taco salad per Mom's request, then a gluten free cake and lemon and raspberry sorbet. We didn't sing, we are so bad we make dogs in the neighborhood howl, but I did get party blower thingies. Dad and Paula had a great time annoying Mom with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-truQ_c-uaNo/TYuNopazh3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/dZgjShtty1Y/s1600/P3190020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-truQ_c-uaNo/TYuNopazh3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/dZgjShtty1Y/s320/P3190020.JPG" width="320" /&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;We went outside and waited for the super-moon rise. It was overcast, so only a few glimpses were to be had. Oh well, lively conversation and general merriment was better than any moon!&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;We got up early on Sunday morning for ﻿computer lessons. Mom is new to the computer world, and I've been trying to help her learn via the telephone. It was so much easier in person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5QU-VZbQluQ/TYuu0gQutVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WU1RmdxSVtA/s1600/P3190021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5QU-VZbQluQ/TYuu0gQutVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WU1RmdxSVtA/s320/P3190021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a great weekend and I hope Mom had a memorable 70th. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7393790893487031878?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7393790893487031878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7393790893487031878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7393790893487031878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7393790893487031878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/week-ago-my-mom-turned-70.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9T3vJdanISM/TYt3_fqyRvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BMYVI_WttfU/s72-c/P3180014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3184785531320396243</id><published>2011-03-22T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:31:00.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How does time fly!</title><content type='html'>A while back I wrote of my zinnias, and how a cute little guy sat down right in the middle of the flower bed. I can't look at zinnias without thinking of my buddy Andrew. Time has flown! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we go from this cute little guy winning the Peanut King crown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-G5DY-fZmj_g/TYiwh1p2q9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/NcWqIUUBEe8/s1600/Andrew+as+Peanut+King+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-G5DY-fZmj_g/TYiwh1p2q9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/NcWqIUUBEe8/s320/Andrew+as+Peanut+King+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vQWR0ro3ldg/TYiwqF66Q1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/A2gAbHFqHzk/s1600/Andrew+as+Peanut+King+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vQWR0ro3ldg/TYiwqF66Q1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/A2gAbHFqHzk/s320/Andrew+as+Peanut+King+%25283%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To this? &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-259wURtJs-I/TYiw-zExfPI/AAAAAAAAAXw/j5W--P0zQSk/s1600/2011-03-15%252520Drew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-259wURtJs-I/TYiw-zExfPI/AAAAAAAAAXw/j5W--P0zQSk/s320/2011-03-15%252520Drew.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not old enough for this to have happened! Learner's permit will become a driver's license. Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one smart kid. He was skipped a grade and is now a sophomore at 15. I found out today he was accepted into dual enrollment at a local college. He plays guitar at weddings, and is the most humble polite kid I know. His Mom and Dad did a great job. Congratulations to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3184785531320396243?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3184785531320396243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3184785531320396243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3184785531320396243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3184785531320396243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-does-time-fly.html' title='How does time fly!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-G5DY-fZmj_g/TYiwh1p2q9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/NcWqIUUBEe8/s72-c/Andrew+as+Peanut+King+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3668660033593235895</id><published>2011-03-22T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:18:25.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I started this one a week ago!</title><content type='html'>Whew! Yep, I've been gone 2 weeks - ish. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I've had homework, mid terms and now final exams. I've discovered in one of my classes that my type-A, perfectionist tendencies don't mean a thing. Spelling and the fact that some people use words they can't read, nor do they know the meaning of, gets the same grade. Grrr As for math, I'm finally re-grasping all that stuff we learned in middle and high school. There have been moments where the light bulb has flashed on because I recognized a problem, but just as quickly the light was extinguished as I had no clue what I was doing to solve it. I took half of that final last week and have the 2nd half tomorrow. Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3668660033593235895?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3668660033593235895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3668660033593235895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3668660033593235895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3668660033593235895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-started-this-one-week-ago.html' title='I started this one a week ago!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-6977004710298314909</id><published>2011-02-28T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T12:15:27.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come, sit a spell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o2QM5nhEQqI/TWvMTEvHwkI/AAAAAAAAAXY/c1nOO3NvfvI/s1600/P2260001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o2QM5nhEQqI/TWvMTEvHwkI/AAAAAAAAAXY/c1nOO3NvfvI/s320/P2260001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent much of Sunday curled up right here, with a book and a glass of tea. Not much reading happened as I was zoned out watching the mountain and looking at all the new growth in the yard. Welcome spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X9KVZV9mD2s/TWvNsSJqF-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rUZyaDERH54/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X9KVZV9mD2s/TWvNsSJqF-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rUZyaDERH54/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The crocus are blooming in the side yard. A previous owner just randomly dropped a handfull of bulbs in a hole, and we get to enjoy them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1UpB0G96OXo/TWvOMsUTccI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6XL066-tw2s/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1UpB0G96OXo/TWvOMsUTccI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6XL066-tw2s/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daffodils, of course.&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;More stuff will be blooming soon, too. The treehouse isn't ready for it's close up, but will be soon. It's too early for the hammock and the deck really needs a pressure wash and restain. I'll post before and afters when we finally get it done. Hubby is building a bench for me in the side yard, under an old oak tree. We have plans for the hill in front of our house, for a small raised bed, sitting area and the fire pit. Plenty of areas for you to come and sit a spell.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-6977004710298314909?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6977004710298314909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=6977004710298314909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/6977004710298314909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/6977004710298314909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/come-sit-spell.html' title='Come, sit a spell'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o2QM5nhEQqI/TWvMTEvHwkI/AAAAAAAAAXY/c1nOO3NvfvI/s72-c/P2260001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-9107250317086689449</id><published>2011-02-25T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:00:34.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea at 3</title><content type='html'>Chris and I had tea today, at 3. Lemon Zinger for me and something licorice for her. A nice bowl of trail mix was shared, along with great conversation. I didn't know how much I needed all of it. Thanks, Chris!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="300" id="il_fi" src="http://amanzitea.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/tea_hottea1.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-9107250317086689449?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9107250317086689449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=9107250317086689449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/9107250317086689449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/9107250317086689449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/tea-at-3.html' title='Tea at 3'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7359266822316406309</id><published>2011-02-23T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:03:03.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrels</title><content type='html'>Ok, let me put it right out there. They are nothing but rats with long tails. I really can't understand how something that cute can be so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgU9d5lspe4/TWU8oLUfDKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p5ttkxqrWYA/s1600/grey-squirrel-eating2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgU9d5lspe4/TWU8oLUfDKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p5ttkxqrWYA/s320/grey-squirrel-eating2.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They terrorize the birds at the feeders, fight with the cat at the screen door and chew through plastic paint buckets to get to the bird seed. We are thinking about getting a paintball gun and..... you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby just ran through the house, and out the back door. He grabbed the mop on the way out and commenced wailing away at the little so-and-so on the bird feeder. He actually made contact! But....... squirrel idiot looked at him, shook his tail and went right back to the feeder! It's gonna be a looonnng spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7359266822316406309?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7359266822316406309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7359266822316406309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7359266822316406309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7359266822316406309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/squirrels.html' title='Squirrels'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgU9d5lspe4/TWU8oLUfDKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p5ttkxqrWYA/s72-c/grey-squirrel-eating2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-8113362243417933343</id><published>2011-02-21T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:59:24.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>I need to stop watching the Food Network. No, really. It's got me craving things I haven't had in forever and the show The Best Thing I Ever Ate is bringing back food memories like mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a neighborhood that would now be called "ethnically diverse". There were Polish families, Hispanic families, Italian families, Russian families, Jewish families&amp;nbsp;and of course Melting Pot families. Everyone had a veggie garden, so zucchini and tomatoes were prevelant. Some of us had fruit trees and grape arbors as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were invited to dinner you never knew what you might be eating. There was true peasant Italian food, kielbasa and pierogies, beans and rice, fish done many different ways and cuts of meat that you loved until you found out what it was. There were small bakeries, the Chinese place, the pizza place and the greasy spoon. Fast food was such a treat that it almost didn't exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't get me started on the Church potluck suppers. Jello salads, potato salad, fried chicken, the current popular casserole and the dessert table! Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't be a picky eater. If you were invited to dinner, you ate what was served. It was rude to leave something on your plate, and word would get back to your mom, and you know what that would mean! Yes, I have a few foods that I do not like, but if one was on the table, you ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to &lt;em&gt;cook &lt;/em&gt;these memories, I just want to eat those foods again. Living where we do, there isn't a lot of food diversity. When we go out of area I pick up things that we love that we can't get here. Scrapple, true Virginia ham, Lebanon bologna, potato rolls and real Penn Dutch pretzels. Fresh mozzarella and antipasto from Paesano's, salt bagels from that place in Fort Myers, and all the fresh produce from the Farmers Market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food diversity. I'm so lucky to have tried so many things. Yep, food is love and it's shared. Experiences, great conversation, the simple act of breaking bread together. I don't think you can get anything better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-8113362243417933343?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8113362243417933343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=8113362243417933343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8113362243417933343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8113362243417933343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7650246558409604991</id><published>2011-02-21T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T01:01:57.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>It's been a blah weekend. I've read a few books, soaked up some sun in the treehouse and generally just lazed around. I did nothing of any consequence all weekend, and I'm tired from it. Why is it when you do nothing to exert yourself that you feel more tired than you do when you've spent the day working in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, I've done a lot. Homework is caught up, worked some crossword puzzles on line and we did the taxes. Physically, I worked in the house, and did the personal stairmaster, but little else. I'm still "off my feed" from this crud so meals are just food. I'm feeling better, the exercise is doing me some good, but I still feel blah. Hopefully this will change soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to this week: visiting with Justin on Tuesday, tea with Chris sometime this week and library time on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7650246558409604991?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7650246558409604991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7650246558409604991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7650246558409604991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7650246558409604991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-226261121037420522</id><published>2011-02-19T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:34:18.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So pretty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_9aHJ4q-dk/TV8me3nkCtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VevIbIe_4UU/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_9aHJ4q-dk/TV8me3nkCtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VevIbIe_4UU/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We've had some unseasonably warm days this week. I am not complaining at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to school yesterday and came across some daffodils in bloom. They were so pretty and boy I needed the hint that spring is coming, but it's too early! We have new growth on the roses, and all of our flowering trees have set their buds. I know that they know when it's time, but I worry. I want to enjoy spring, drawn out and pretty for weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-226261121037420522?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/226261121037420522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=226261121037420522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/226261121037420522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/226261121037420522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-pretty.html' title='So pretty!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_9aHJ4q-dk/TV8me3nkCtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VevIbIe_4UU/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-248171845809605563</id><published>2011-02-17T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:45:24.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just have to take a step back and see where you need to go. I'm making personal changes, some things I should have taken care of long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 50 comes speeding toward me I've become more happy with who I am, how I do things and the people I spend time with. I've allowed some toxic people and things to hold sway over me and I've cut the cord on a lot of them. I am getting healthier for me, that is both in body and mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've let some "friendships" drop, when I realized I was doing all the work. I know whom I can call at 2 am and they will be here for me, no questions asked. We may not talk every day or even once a week, but I know you are there. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dropped a few blogs that I had been in the habit of reading. I just didn't like what they had become, or that which was written was no longer relevant. I feel lighter for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making dietary changes. It's hard! I don't beat myself up when I make a choice that I know could be better. I'm still gonna live life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is an awesome year for me. I turn 50, Nestor and I celebrate our 30th anniversary, Colleen will be having a baby girl, Wendy turns 40, Mom turns 70, Topher graduates high school&amp;nbsp;and Justin and Paula will be celebrating one year of married bliss.&amp;nbsp; All of this is the result of changes, big and small. I can't hardly wait for what happens next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-248171845809605563?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/248171845809605563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=248171845809605563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/248171845809605563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/248171845809605563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1575475933130484597</id><published>2011-02-16T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:36:17.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>I was too tired to write last night. Woke up yesterday with ENERGY! Yippeee! It didn't last long, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to go out to Gainesville for printer ink and some groceries so I put together my list and coupons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house about 9:30 and headed for Target. I learned something new while I was there, too. A few weeks ago I received a $2.00 off coupon from Target&amp;nbsp;for Spots cat food. $2.00 off is a big deal! They usually have the best price, so I figured I would stop there in my ring around Gainesville. I had a couple of other cat food coupons as well, and figured I would stock up if they had the flavor Spot likes. There was only 1 bag, so I went ahead and got it.&amp;nbsp;Since it was the day after Valentine's Day I checked around for clearance items I can use year round. Their stuff was only 30% off and I found nothing I wanted to spend any cash on, so I went to check out with my&amp;nbsp; bag of cat food. I handed the checker my coupon, not realizing I had given her&amp;nbsp;2 until she was scanning them. The machine took both of them! I asked her about it, and she told me that with a Target coupon you can combine 1 other manufacturers coupon as well. I got $4.00 off 1 bag of cat food! $2.00 for a $6.00 bag of cat food made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Officemax for ink. Why does that stuff have to be so expensive???!!! No sale items, but lots of pretty stuff to organize with. Thankfully I have a husband that takes care of all of that. I just hand him the stuff and he files it. I'm lucky. I organize by pile. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was Publix. There was some sales to be had, but I wasn't there for stock up, just sale items. Between coupons and specials I got $76 worth of food for $37. Not bad, not bad at all! I think I stayed so close to my budget because of the cold/flu bug we are getting over. I actually went to Publix and didn't get a sub. Anyone that knows me well knows I must be feeling pretty bad for that to happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy I started with is almost gone. I'm parking further out in the parking lots, though not as far as Justin does. I swear that boy just likes the hike to look at all the pretty cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next&amp;nbsp;stop is Kroger. This store has doubled in size in the last few years. I had my list, my coupons and almost zero energy and about that much tolerance. They have switched the store around so much I can never find anything the first pass through. I finished my list, added a few things that were on such good sale that I couldn't leave them behind, and went to check out. Can someone please tell me why they have just 2 cashiers on at 1 in the afternoon? Of course one is 10 items or less and has no one in line. Grrr. I like to play the "see how much I have saved game" at Kroger. Ring everything up, hand over the key ring card, then hand over the coupons.Initial ring up was $129.85 and I payed...$76.34!!! Double coupons, and coupons I had forgotten that I had loaded onto the card made it super good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last stop when I got into town, Wal-mart. I don't like to do a lot of grocery type shopping there, but some things are worth making the stop. I picked up what I needed, spent another $25, and headed home. I had to unload the car, put the cold stuff away and go to class. I think I did great budget wise, $230.00 worth of groceries for $185. I've done better, but I'm pretty proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't exercise in the traditional sense, but I walked 2 laps around the interior of each store, before filling my cart. I figured it balanced out. I didn't get any candy or junk food to eat in the car on the way home, either. I did get some "house" treats, though. Sometimes ya just gotta have a stash of m&amp;amp;m's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was class. Many people were out last week with the same crud, so most of us were surprised that we were having a mid-term test! Thankfully the teacher took pity on us and made it open book! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, put on the sweats and fell asleep while reading. It was a good tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1575475933130484597?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1575475933130484597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1575475933130484597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1575475933130484597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1575475933130484597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-8299828516431983394</id><published>2011-02-14T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:48:11.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again!</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful day! Much needed warm, sunny, maybe spring will arrive eventually day! It was close to 70 degrees and I was able to open the back door for some fresh air. We've been battling the crud for over a week here and are finally on the mend. I would like to thank the nice person that shared it with us for being so giving. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a burst of energy this morning, after a week of no house cleaning. I swept up piles of dead lady bugs, dusted and vacumed. Opened all the blinds and curtains and cleaned the bathroom. I ran all the blankets through the wash and ran the diswasher. Then I ran out of steam. I took my self out to the treehouse and had a nap in the sun. Solar batteries were recharged! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 2 trips down and up the basement steps, 3 trips up and down the steps to the loft and 3 laps around the driveway and up the hill. Yes, I got winded, but I lived. Gonna do that each day for a few and then add another rep of each. Tomorrow I add the Dancing with the Stars cardio workout, just the warm up kicks my rear! Free exercise! I had a large bowl of air popped popcorn for lunch, a skinny cow ice cream for a snack and supper was 2 lightly sauteed chicken tenders and green beans and potatoes cooked together. I am not going to make this blog into a diet and exercise tome, but I wanted to share how I am starting this weight loss thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go back to class. I missed all of my classes last week due to the crud. I'm ahead on homework, but will have to take a couple of tests. I am pretty sure I will be all right, except for ratios and fractions. Going to study a bit more for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed, Spot and Nestor will just have to move over! Hope you had a great Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-8299828516431983394?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8299828516431983394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=8299828516431983394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8299828516431983394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8299828516431983394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/again.html' title='Again!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-5011838852803177944</id><published>2011-02-13T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T12:05:34.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know.</title><content type='html'>Hello again. Yes, I've gone missing once again. I'm back for now, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had an awful lot of time to think lately. I've been laid off for months now, and the job market is slim pickings. I think I'm going back to the BP, at leat that's where we left it. Things have changed there, and what was once wanted has changed back to what is easy. I certainly like being a paid employee rather than a business owner right now. Yes, we still have our painting business, but home improvement is way down the list for most people and we need the somewhat steady income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started school, again. I think it's what I want, but I still haven't settled on wht to do with it. Right now my major is Commercial Photography, it's kinda where I wound up when the computer classes weren't what I was expecting, nor were they well taught. My classmates and I spent a lot of time teaching each other, and that's not what&amp;nbsp;I was paying tuition for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started something I have started and stopped many times over my adult life. I need to stay focused and not beat myself up. I am tired of feeling the way I do, which is lethargic and fat. So, I've started some walking and hauling myself up the loft stairs at least 3 times a day. My caloric intake has decreased as well. I've got a few goals, but simply having more energy and stamina are first up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where this blog will go now. Right now this blog writer has a date with the treehouse and a couple of seed catalogs. After a week of the crud, I need to bake myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-5011838852803177944?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5011838852803177944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=5011838852803177944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5011838852803177944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5011838852803177944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-2062999803861342499</id><published>2010-08-06T08:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:14:01.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/TFv682bS5OI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3XXje2Mc4fc/s1600/Zach+and+Cindy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/TFv682bS5OI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3XXje2Mc4fc/s320/Zach+and+Cindy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This guy turns 14 today. Wherever did the time go?&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I get to see Zach and his Mom and Dad next week! We've had a lot to celebrate in the last year, a Bar Mitzvah and a wedding. I'm remembering Justin was 14 when Zach was born and how this floppy newborn was thrust into his arms, the first baby he ever held. Zach, you've turned out well. You should thank your parents.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-2062999803861342499?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2062999803861342499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=2062999803861342499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2062999803861342499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2062999803861342499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/TFv682bS5OI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3XXje2Mc4fc/s72-c/Zach+and+Cindy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3973325044921417891</id><published>2010-08-01T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:49:39.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback and sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/TFXU2DKnU5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/d-SGGmTAiZw/s1600/3rd+Bday+U+Chris(4).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/TFXU2DKnU5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/d-SGGmTAiZw/s320/3rd+Bday+U+Chris(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture goes back 25 years. It's Justin and my ex-brother-in-law Chris. Chris is Dad to Colleen, Brittany and CJ, grand dad to Robby and Ryan. Chris has had health problems for the entire 25+ years I have known him, and today he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Of course his kids are devastated, as well as the rest of his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/TFXWPeeP-0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/jRKDKLN2XGI/s1600/A+Winnie,+JB,+U+Chris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/TFXWPeeP-0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/jRKDKLN2XGI/s320/A+Winnie,+JB,+U+Chris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Winnie, Justin and Chris about 15 years later. Justin had flown up from Florida to spend a week with them at Ocean City, MD. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting spot in which I sit. I am saddened by the news, yet feel somewhat detached. He has given me 3 of the most precious people in my life, yet I've had no contact with him in years. It's hard, especially, because we are the same age. His life is now in the hands of God. All I can do is pray for him to have as painless of a journey as possible, and that his children, sisters, brothers, parents and friends have the strength to&amp;nbsp;help him on his final journey. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3973325044921417891?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3973325044921417891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3973325044921417891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3973325044921417891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3973325044921417891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/flashback-and-sadness.html' title='Flashback and sadness'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/TFXU2DKnU5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/d-SGGmTAiZw/s72-c/3rd+Bday+U+Chris(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-4813783546384900607</id><published>2010-07-29T23:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:16:10.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow. I knew I hadn't been here in a while, but this has been way too long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading a few blogs and like how a number of them have a daily theme. I'm going to attempt to try to do just that here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I've been away, I've taken 2 quarters of college classes. I had completely forgotten how to study. Let's just leave it to say 30 years away is a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin and Paula got married in a simple ceremony on the beach at Tybee Island, GA. After their honeymoon in Belize they hosted a wonderful reception at Unicoi State Park. It was a wonderful time, with many frends and family coming from near and far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499531624177664098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/TFJC39ojAGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/6UsXC3rFgkA/s320/IMG_2966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still working in Helen. Nothing much has changed there. SSDD if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back tomorrow and I'll be starting with Flashback Friday. Let's see how long I can keep this going. Thanks for your patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-4813783546384900607?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4813783546384900607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=4813783546384900607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4813783546384900607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4813783546384900607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/TFJC39ojAGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/6UsXC3rFgkA/s72-c/IMG_2966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-830521686656829204</id><published>2009-11-29T18:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:10:37.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SxL_AedUxJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bXo2aMCs3ps/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409666486066529426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SxL_AedUxJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bXo2aMCs3ps/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanksgiving has come around again. It's been a year of ups, downs and a bit of sideways, but the picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-830521686656829204?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/830521686656829204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=830521686656829204' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/830521686656829204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/830521686656829204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-has-come-around-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SxL_AedUxJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bXo2aMCs3ps/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7902804280080771740</id><published>2009-10-01T20:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:27:04.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These two look innocent, don't they? Don't let those faces fool you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387789602390156434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SsVGGP8CJJI/AAAAAAAAATo/Wbwm-PtdrvA/s200/DSC_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I knew something was up, but wasn't figuring on it being so big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've wanted one of these for a very long time, figuring I'd never get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SsVGGsDT_SI/AAAAAAAAATw/EQdZVdORbtM/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387789609936878882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SsVGGsDT_SI/AAAAAAAAATw/EQdZVdORbtM/s200/DSC_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, it's a Kitchenaid stand mixer. Not just any Kitchenaid Stand mixer. It's the Professional 600 6 quart 500 Watt Stand Mixer! In Pistachio! The colorI have wanted since I can't remember when!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387789616452977618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SsVGHEU3w9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/mLtn3VWzysw/s200/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I need to name her. I need to find recipes. I need to remember how to breathe. I can't wait to crank her up! Thanks Honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7902804280080771740?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7902804280080771740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7902804280080771740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7902804280080771740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7902804280080771740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/secret.html' title='A Secret'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SsVGGP8CJJI/AAAAAAAAATo/Wbwm-PtdrvA/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1469854830762588428</id><published>2009-08-13T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:14:18.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>View from my beach chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got away to Ocean City MD for a week. I ate crab, crab, more crab and lots more crab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am such a Maryland Girl! We visited with family, ate great food - notice a theme here - and sat on the beach. Just what we needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31fc19ea41f4197" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D031fc19ea41f4197%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331823262%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2955CC9C09685646C571D34A983E213CE491B4AE.3153649FB3249F9282D9149F00EC03E998B95BA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31fc19ea41f4197%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3i0KeIxCDYgkpzBOrl8OU59436w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D031fc19ea41f4197%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331823262%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2955CC9C09685646C571D34A983E213CE491B4AE.3153649FB3249F9282D9149F00EC03E998B95BA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31fc19ea41f4197%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3i0KeIxCDYgkpzBOrl8OU59436w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1469854830762588428?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=31fc19ea41f4197&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1469854830762588428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1469854830762588428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1469854830762588428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1469854830762588428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/view-from-my-beach-chair.html' title='View from my beach chair'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3818265539513766523</id><published>2009-07-19T15:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:22:45.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, again</title><content type='html'>So where haveI been? Working for the most part. Summer season is short, so we are working longer hours. I wish I would have had more time to spend here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360266740736728146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SmN-M2b0HFI/AAAAAAAAATg/Mz6t7i7fb3c/s200/DSC_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have been home I've been scanning pictures and slides into the computer. I've found some gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SmN8Q4jGI9I/AAAAAAAAATY/f5eSqsu-pyw/s1600-h/Dad+and+Pop+Pop+Meyers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360264611000361938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SmN8Q4jGI9I/AAAAAAAAATY/f5eSqsu-pyw/s200/Dad+and+Pop+Pop+Meyers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Dad and my Grandfather Meyers after going fishing at Fairview Beach in VA. It's a slide I had to be a bit creative with, but I think it turned out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SmN8QnF6vcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8rPYZXBz2aI/s1600-h/Pop+%26+Grammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SmN8QSnIZhI/AAAAAAAAATI/78QWLUIOy9k/s1600-h/Blizzard+of+87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360264600816739858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SmN8QSnIZhI/AAAAAAAAATI/78QWLUIOy9k/s200/Blizzard+of+87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My main project has been scanning Justin's life in pictures. It wound up being 12 full discs. That's him cleaning off the car after the Blizzard of '87.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SmN8QZzJ2fI/AAAAAAAAATA/q624G8FGKEE/s1600-h/Cavaliers+19+July+IrmoColumbia+SC+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360264602746214898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SmN8QZzJ2fI/AAAAAAAAATA/q624G8FGKEE/s200/Cavaliers+19+July+IrmoColumbia+SC+(13).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 10 years later, when Justin was a member of the Cavaliers. Love the tans on my 2 guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been enjoying my trip down memory lane. I've still got boxes of photos and papers that need to be entered. I have laughed, cried and totally enjoyed myself. I'll write again, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3818265539513766523?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3818265539513766523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3818265539513766523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3818265539513766523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3818265539513766523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-again.html' title='Hello, again'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SmN-M2b0HFI/AAAAAAAAATg/Mz6t7i7fb3c/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7656718521604260389</id><published>2009-06-17T07:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:37:27.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/06/17/funny-pictures-my-otter-half/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_4324369" title="funny-pictures-otter-has-an-other-half" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/funny-pictures-otter-has-an-other-half.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7656718521604260389?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7656718521604260389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7656718521604260389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7656718521604260389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7656718521604260389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-more-lolcats-and-funny-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7109996665153266720</id><published>2009-05-29T08:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:57:18.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Here's some new pics of the treehouse and the house decorated in it's patriotic finery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_W_QRBa6I/AAAAAAAAASk/Ety0PU-NIFc/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341224065271163810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_W_QRBa6I/AAAAAAAAASk/Ety0PU-NIFc/s200/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanna come take a nap in the hammock?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_W_DY-1yI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZPh151-BYkI/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341224061814888226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_W_DY-1yI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZPh151-BYkI/s200/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little garden on the back deck. Peppers, tomatoes and some herbs. Sounds like a salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_W-9-rbwI/AAAAAAAAASU/6iGG_fKQ0xw/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341224060362387202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_W-9-rbwI/AAAAAAAAASU/6iGG_fKQ0xw/s200/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front porch view. Yep, the propane tank is still where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_WH_qGogI/AAAAAAAAASM/Lf5BBV4M9gM/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341223115920155138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_WH_qGogI/AAAAAAAAASM/Lf5BBV4M9gM/s200/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rocker in a sunbeam. Can life get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_WHhMBrSI/AAAAAAAAASE/GfZbqoNdZDs/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341223107740937506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_WHhMBrSI/AAAAAAAAASE/GfZbqoNdZDs/s200/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front of the house. For some reason people slow down when they drive by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_WHZdURJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rZIV1v-FhZI/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341223105665975442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_WHZdURJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rZIV1v-FhZI/s200/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just like the angle of this shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A quick catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The kids got moved, Justin and the Dads moved all the heavy stuff. I arrived in time to bring supper - I think I got the best end of it all. Paula was happy everything fit and the multiple mice found under the dryer were only cat toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We're seeing sunshine after an extended period of rain. Makes me not want to be at work. Hmmm is that any different from the other days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 weeks until I get one of the bestest birthday presents I've had in a long time. Nestor's sister will be coming down for my b-day weekend. She must really love me, as she has to leave her house at 3:30 am to make a 5:30 flight. I can't hardly wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Found a must make adult libation recipe. Bourbon Cherry Lemonade. I'll be testing it this weekend. If it's good I'll share the recipe. Can't see how it would be bad.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Work calls. I have been doing web stuff and now have to go back and do real work. Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_WGhYgx8I/AAAAAAAAARs/4ODWsMT774A/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7109996665153266720?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7109996665153266720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7109996665153266720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7109996665153266720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7109996665153266720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sh_W_QRBa6I/AAAAAAAAASk/Ety0PU-NIFc/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3915781896132250618</id><published>2009-05-17T19:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:14:10.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>"So," you may ask, "where have I been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short answer is I've just not written, because some of what I may have said would have been hurtful, far more than the original hurt. I am truly thankful for the opportunity to "edit posts". I've always found it easier to write rather than confront, so the writing part has been cathartic. I've not yet confronted the person or the problem, and probably never will, as I am a coward at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, that's why I haven't written. Now onto what's been happening otherwise. Spring has arrived in the mountains! We've not had a problem with pollen this year, as we are making up for the drought years all in one season! Everything has turned green, and if it's not a plant, then it's the stuff that shouldn't be. The decks, bird bath and driveway need washing and bleached, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336937885884606738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShCcuxx56RI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6rvhK6ZQg28/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I've had a wonderful visit with a lifelong friend. It was one of those things where the planets aligned and we got to spend a weekend together. We celebrated Christmases and birthdays past. She is a talented needlewoman and I was blessed with some pieces she made especially for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336939644372006834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShCeVIp-N7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dS5O8CKgkUI/s320/BFF.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336939647975169122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShCeVWFCHGI/AAAAAAAAARE/SEQl21kfsgw/s320/Deb%27s+work.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a 3rd piece but the pic looks awful, my fault. Years ago I chose the Christmas scene, long before we moved into our cabin. The pic in the first one was taken at her wedding, 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same weekend that Deb and Jason were here, my middle brother, Kevin, was in the hospital with a brain aneurysm over the optic nerve. There was a bit of miscommunication between his significant other and my parents. Anyone that knows me will understand when I say I took matters into my own hands, found contacts through friends and hospitals and got directly to the hospital and the nurses involved. Middle man was effectively eliminated. Kevin is better, out of the hospital and recovering. I don't do drama any more than I do shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest brother, Kirk, has found a permanent job. He's given up travelling nursing, and found a job in a hospital near our parents in NC. Like many people, there was an extended period of time off prior to finding the new job. Mom and Dad have been hosting him for the last few months, and I am sure all are celebrating the new job! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J &amp;amp; P are in Vegas this week. She has a trade show and he has some vacation time. They've found a new place to live in Dahlonega, so when they get back, it's all packing and moving. It's a cute little house with a pretty view and a pond on the property. Lots of wildlife visit the area and P will have plenty of gardening opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy with work. We've had a media familiarization group come through, and just participated in National Tourism Week. We have revamped the shop and made changes to the snake room as well as the viewing gallery, with more decorating to come. We've designed new t-shirts using pictures of our bears. I'll be working on revamping our website, working with tour groups and doing most anything that needs to be done. We've got a new keeper for the bears and she is teaching me a lot about animal behavior. I'm tired, but having a blast! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am waiting by the phone for news on our niece, Colleen. She is pregnant, a few days shy of 34 weeks, with some high blood pressure and is having strong contractions. She is in the hospital waiting for her dr to arrive. We're all praying baby Ryan will hang out in Mom a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that just about catches me up. I promise more pics of the treehouse, when it becomes a little drier out there. Thanks for your patience with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3915781896132250618?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3915781896132250618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3915781896132250618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3915781896132250618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3915781896132250618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShCcuxx56RI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6rvhK6ZQg28/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-4348098898397752088</id><published>2009-05-14T20:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:19:40.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring, some more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sgy04O8lL0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/mUfRX5EZm_s/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335838536705060674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sgy04O8lL0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/mUfRX5EZm_s/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sgy0O1SsIpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hF7hNwunbvk/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sgy0OgOiMfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/uPqvLG0V498/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335837819789259250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sgy0OgOiMfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/uPqvLG0V498/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sgy0OtgMCMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/yv8rZf5OXL8/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335837823352965314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sgy0OtgMCMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/yv8rZf5OXL8/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby was helpful with the pics for this post. They were taken May 1st, from his perspective on the hammock. I'll have him take more tomorrow, if it doesn't rain - again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-4348098898397752088?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4348098898397752088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=4348098898397752088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4348098898397752088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4348098898397752088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-some-more.html' title='Spring, some more'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sgy04O8lL0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/mUfRX5EZm_s/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-224784624012291530</id><published>2009-05-03T18:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:05:30.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humphrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eHI0Cz3JjbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eHI0Cz3JjbM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one of my all time favorites. I know you'll be walking around singing "put it in the bag bump bump". Updated Treehouse pics and a catch up ramble are coming soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-224784624012291530?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/224784624012291530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=224784624012291530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/224784624012291530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/224784624012291530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-one-of-my-all-time-favorites.html' title='Humphrey'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1633546520663732308</id><published>2009-04-25T07:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:58:48.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/04/24/funny-pictures-are-particularly-fine-this-year/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_3807142" title="funny-pictures-your-garden-has-nice-cattails" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/funny-pictures-your-garden-has-nice-cattails.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1633546520663732308?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1633546520663732308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1633546520663732308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1633546520663732308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1633546520663732308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-more-lolcats-and-funny-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-773538080162366060</id><published>2009-04-07T08:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:33:34.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh Spring in the Georgia mountains!</title><content type='html'>These pictures were taken yesterday morning. We've got lots of leaves budding, azalea ready to bloom and a few blooms on the dogwood. I LOVE watching spring unfurl her leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to see what we woke up to this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdtDjONCTiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ubVsoGC7yqo/s1600-h/P4060005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321921657055628834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdtDjONCTiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ubVsoGC7yqo/s320/P4060005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdtDi2ZDFCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RkRE66Z7Eu0/s1600-h/P4060003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321921650663560226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdtDi2ZDFCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RkRE66Z7Eu0/s320/P4060003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdtDiTnXDHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fg-M7aeEcJ0/s1600-h/P4060002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321921641328348274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdtDiTnXDHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fg-M7aeEcJ0/s320/P4060002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdtDiM9AasI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wx-QRlUHjs8/s1600-h/P4060001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321921639540091586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdtDiM9AasI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wx-QRlUHjs8/s320/P4060001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb86724b2cd8f074" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb86724b2cd8f074%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331823262%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C9761E8635B99B41478F0516B0975BA5D56F012.76706FF53BFD9282DF78379D9A65B65B59154DA0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb86724b2cd8f074%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPWsredaSMaxn_Tg1PP8NaxUIdxA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb86724b2cd8f074%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331823262%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C9761E8635B99B41478F0516B0975BA5D56F012.76706FF53BFD9282DF78379D9A65B65B59154DA0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb86724b2cd8f074%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPWsredaSMaxn_Tg1PP8NaxUIdxA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, snow. We'll be back in the 70's by Thursday. Welcome to spring in northeast Georgia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-773538080162366060?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fb86724b2cd8f074&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/773538080162366060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=773538080162366060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/773538080162366060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/773538080162366060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhh-spring-in-georgia-mountains.html' title='Ahhh Spring in the Georgia mountains!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdtDjONCTiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ubVsoGC7yqo/s72-c/P4060005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1437850507247344128</id><published>2009-04-03T08:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:36:27.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>I had the great idea of sharing with you the treehouse as it changes during the spring. These pics were taking at the stroke of spring, March 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdYAcxUtI4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/tdpGKmbYRQg/s1600-h/P3200005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320440504061338498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdYAcxUtI4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/tdpGKmbYRQg/s320/P3200005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view from the back door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdYAck4bJsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HQITjLPosys/s1600-h/P3200004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320440500721493698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdYAck4bJsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HQITjLPosys/s320/P3200004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the far end of the deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdYAcPfmG3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/figxSIgBWTQ/s1600-h/P3200002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320440494980209522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdYAcPfmG3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/figxSIgBWTQ/s320/P3200002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the front door to the right. A little further over is the propane tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdYAb4rhK1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xzwYaTVE_X8/s1600-h/P3200001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320440488856202066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdYAb4rhK1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xzwYaTVE_X8/s320/P3200001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To the left of the front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope to post each week, so you can see my favorite place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1437850507247344128?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1437850507247344128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1437850507247344128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1437850507247344128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1437850507247344128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SdYAcxUtI4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/tdpGKmbYRQg/s72-c/P3200005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1462244409074275589</id><published>2009-03-29T08:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:46:02.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Foggy Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sc9r5q570-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/TfOlcWAONYs/s1600-h/P3280015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318588323461845986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sc9r5q570-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/TfOlcWAONYs/s320/P3280015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've had some wet weather here in Northeast Georgia. Rain for a number of days straight. I'm okay with the rain, but not the temperature changes. One day it's a warmish rainy spring day, then the next day is the cold, end of winter rainy day. I know I shouldn't complain. I'm prayerful for those that live along the Red River. We haven't had the snow and rain extremes like my friends in Nebraska. We've been in a drought situation for years here, so it's good to see the rivers and lakes filling up again. It was nice to wake up this morning to no rain drops and the peaceful quiet that only a foggy morning can have. May you have the peace of my foggy morning for the rest of your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1462244409074275589?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1462244409074275589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1462244409074275589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1462244409074275589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1462244409074275589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/foggy-morning.html' title='A Foggy Morning'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/Sc9r5q570-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/TfOlcWAONYs/s72-c/P3280015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3015763530089594906</id><published>2009-03-25T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:16:50.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so my sister in law!</title><content type='html'>Minus the screaming in my left ear!&lt;br /&gt;Love You Weiner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/03/25/funny-pictures-it-squish-it/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_3577529" title="funny-pictures-your-cat-is-scared-of-spiders" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/funny-pictures-your-cat-is-scared-of-spiders.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3015763530089594906?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3015763530089594906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3015763530089594906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3015763530089594906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3015763530089594906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-so-my-sister-in-law.html' title='This is so my sister in law!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3423587991695058050</id><published>2009-03-25T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:50:57.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry</title><content type='html'>I have no idea where the last month went. I had intended to blog, but intentions aren't quite deeds. I've been working some and enjoying the treehouse on sunny days. I've gotten some books read and some work done. Today I went to the local beauty school for some much needed maintenance. This is before - at 8 this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317243836028161490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ScqlGM6YDdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Jt2rJI_jyio/s320/P3250001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is after, at about 1 this afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ScqlHL_bx2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/JT7TamarVI0/s1600-h/P3250002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317243852960810850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ScqlHL_bx2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/JT7TamarVI0/s320/P3250002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's amazing what a cut, color and highlights will do for a girl. My hair will never be styled like this again. I don't own a hair dryer, curling iron, straightener or curlers. 2 brushes and a comb work perfectly fine for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back soon. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3423587991695058050?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3423587991695058050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3423587991695058050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3423587991695058050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3423587991695058050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-sorry.html' title='So Sorry'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ScqlGM6YDdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Jt2rJI_jyio/s72-c/P3250001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-8590237055951482119</id><published>2009-02-25T18:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:55:44.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SaXRgNUMPdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jS99BCd5Zjo/s1600-h/cabbage+rolls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306878087186365906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SaXRgNUMPdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jS99BCd5Zjo/s320/cabbage+rolls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they look yummy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Golumpki&lt;/span&gt;, Cabbage Rolls or Pigs. Whatever you call them they are delicious! Paula's mom, Chris, and I spent a wonderful afternoon creating a roasting pan full of them, using her moms recipe. As we cooked, stuffed and rolled we talked a lot about our kids, our husbands and about life in general. It's a real blessing to discover how well you get along with the family of the woman your son has chosen to be his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; mate. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unbelievably&lt;/span&gt; blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-8590237055951482119?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8590237055951482119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=8590237055951482119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8590237055951482119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8590237055951482119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/nice-afternoon.html' title='A Nice Afternoon'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SaXRgNUMPdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jS99BCd5Zjo/s72-c/cabbage+rolls.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-5110093301345552564</id><published>2009-02-21T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:20:56.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Chagrin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SZ_-NqhQY-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/PkCaGM_bOzo/s1600-h/IM000471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305238396771263458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SZ_-NqhQY-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/PkCaGM_bOzo/s320/IM000471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending some time with my parents in North Carolina. Mom does a lot of needlework, mostly needlepoint nowadays, but she used to do crewel, counted cross stitch, knitting and crocheting. I didn't get this gene. When I was younger I tried. I really did. Not relaxing. Not theraputic. The thought of needlework causes hives. Hot glue is too much for me. I love her work, and she's happily making a pillow with a million flowers and colors for the windowseat in my dining room. Maybe one of my brothers will be like Rosie Greer and pick up needlepoint. Love you Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-5110093301345552564?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5110093301345552564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=5110093301345552564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5110093301345552564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5110093301345552564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/mothers-chagrin.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Chagrin'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SZ_-NqhQY-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/PkCaGM_bOzo/s72-c/IM000471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1741596110043476814</id><published>2009-02-19T16:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:57:03.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for spring and a few things I've learned</title><content type='html'>I have started some spring cleaning and redecorating. I'm not generally a pink person, but there is something about spring that makes me think pink. Hubby found some cool tea cup/saucer hangers at a craft store for clearance pricing. They were brass, and I dislike that color. Out came the spray paint, and voila! I gathered my pink hued glassware and some teacups that were in the storage cabinet and the buffet is ready for spring. It's my little piece of happy, now that the weather has gone cold again.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SZ3RehzRiMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YsbpwGpynVY/s1600-h/P2160006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304626258512021698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SZ3RehzRiMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YsbpwGpynVY/s320/P2160006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things I've learned over the past week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silicone spatulas are awesome. Just make sure that the handle is silicone or something other than plastic that won't melt. That pan of beans went into the trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silicone spatulas are awesome. After you have melted one, make sure you don't replace it with one with a metal handle. OUCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silicone spatulas are awesome. I finally learned my lesson and got one with a wooden handle and all is well. I smarten up over time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm heading to NC for a visit with my parents. I'll be helping with a little bit of spring cleaning, teaching some new computer stuff and enjoying a visit. I'll be sharing pictures and annoying their cat. I'll post pics when I get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daffodils are up here. Spring is coming. That's plenty of happy for me today. Take the time to find yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1741596110043476814?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1741596110043476814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1741596110043476814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1741596110043476814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1741596110043476814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/ready-for-spring-and-few-things-ive.html' title='Ready for spring and a few things I&apos;ve learned'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SZ3RehzRiMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YsbpwGpynVY/s72-c/P2160006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7799689973309608658</id><published>2009-02-10T07:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:36:27.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SZMYgEu6RAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/E51U6aMtdxM/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301608125650584578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SZMYgEu6RAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/E51U6aMtdxM/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to run some errands using hubby's truck. It's a work truck. I seldom ride in it, as there are usually drop cloths, tools, paint color charts and other painting contractor paraphernalia taking up the passenger seat. It generally smells like sweatsocks after gym class. As I was finishing up getting ready to leave, he went out to clear the seat for me. When I met him outside, he held the door for me as I got in to a fresh smelling truck. I looked at him, he looked at me with a big smile and said " I thought you'd appreciate it." After 30 years, that's better than Valentine's Day. I Love You, honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7799689973309608658?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7799689973309608658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7799689973309608658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7799689973309608658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7799689973309608658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SZMYgEu6RAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/E51U6aMtdxM/s72-c/DSC_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7023198299032844125</id><published>2009-02-06T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:51:10.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/02/05/funny-pictures-every-sideof-the-bed-is-wrong/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_3157804" title="funny-pictures-every-side-of-the-bed-is-wrong-today" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/funny-pictures-every-side-of-the-bed-is-wrong-today.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7023198299032844125?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7023198299032844125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7023198299032844125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7023198299032844125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7023198299032844125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-so-true.html' title='Oh So True'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-5164297948416489358</id><published>2009-02-04T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:49:18.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry</title><content type='html'>I am having one of those days. I'm hungry. Doesn't matter that I had oatmeal for breakfast, a turkey sandwich and chips for lunch, and a few dark chocolate kisses for a snack. I'm prowling the house looking for something to eat. I've got chili on the stove, there won't be any left for supper if I don't stop "checking the spices".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm hungry for. Am I bored? Probably. Maybe I'll make a cake, but I'll eat just one piece and hubby doesn't need the rest to himself. I made salsa yesterday, for something to do. Don't want it any more. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news, there's food in the house. That's something to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll put on my shoes and take a walk. That should take away the hungries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-5164297948416489358?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5164297948416489358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=5164297948416489358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5164297948416489358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5164297948416489358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/hungry.html' title='Hungry'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-8898178734098656686</id><published>2009-02-02T09:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:30:21.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Superbowl ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdR-i4ejBN0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdR-i4ejBN0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-8898178734098656686?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8898178734098656686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=8898178734098656686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8898178734098656686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8898178734098656686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorite-superbowl-ad.html' title='My Favorite Superbowl ad'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-743540910461927604</id><published>2009-01-28T11:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:37:05.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough, Cough</title><content type='html'>I've been battling a bit of a cold. Nothing major, but I hate the cough tht comes with the "drainage". I am not much of a medicine taker, but in the last week have tried a few different combinations with little result. Hubby reminded me that we still have some of "Grandma's Cough Drops" in the fridge. Woo Hoo! Coughing has stopped! This is a picture of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SYCFeH1K0wI/AAAAAAAAANY/zO78q188JN8/s1600-h/P1060013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379914332328706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SYCFeH1K0wI/AAAAAAAAANY/zO78q188JN8/s320/P1060013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so why am I showing you a picture of marachino cherries? Oh, but they are not ordinary cherries!&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago a friend of my Dad told him of their family holiday tradition of steeping cherries in vodka. Dad decided to try it, and put them to steep at Halloween. Christmas Day came and Dad offered them around, not telling what they were. My grandmother was skeptical, but took one anyway. She bit down, and started coughing from the ingestion of straight vodka. She called Dad some impolite names as we all laughed at her. Dad left the cherries on the table and we all enjoyed a few, but the best was Mom-Mom. She would do a polite ladies cough and decide that she needed another one! She was a bit tipsy by the end of that day!&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 20 years. The torch has been passed and now our son makes the cherries. This year he decided to try something different, Bacardi 151!!! Wooooo dogggggiiiieeee! These are potent!&lt;br /&gt;My happiness today, is the remembering of the story and family traditions. Oh and yes, I feel much better. Hmmm, I feel another coughing fit coming on. I'd best go take my medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-743540910461927604?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/743540910461927604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=743540910461927604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/743540910461927604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/743540910461927604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/cough-cough.html' title='Cough, Cough'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SYCFeH1K0wI/AAAAAAAAANY/zO78q188JN8/s72-c/P1060013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-956246766385884526</id><published>2009-01-24T15:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:41:59.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SXt8T2ufguI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NQ0f8Q2LGDc/s1600-h/0112091953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294962467454026466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SXt8T2ufguI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NQ0f8Q2LGDc/s320/0112091953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the proudest of great Aunts. Our niece and nephew by marriage happily share pics of their little guy, The Robster. Is there anything cuter than a baby's butt?!! I LOVE this picture and I hope it makes you smile, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-956246766385884526?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/956246766385884526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=956246766385884526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/956246766385884526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/956246766385884526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-better.html' title='Nothing Better!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SXt8T2ufguI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NQ0f8Q2LGDc/s72-c/0112091953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-506339236966534117</id><published>2009-01-22T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:05:58.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An opinion</title><content type='html'>I wish I could be as eloquent as my friend Terri. She is the author of a blog I enjoy greatly, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/pennyannpoundwise"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/pennyannpoundwise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share with you something she wrote. I feel exactly as she does, and am so thankful for Terri allowing me to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinionated Coffee Cup&lt;br /&gt;Join me here with a cup of coffee while I air a few thoughts about the current hub bub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All weekend long I've heard a copious amount of news, opinions, debates, chronicles and more about our incoming president. Almost every single one promotes the idea that the moment our new president is inaugurated, life as we know it will forever be sunshine, rainbows and bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my opinion that an awful lot of people are going to be sadly and badly disappointed. And it's a darned shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not I voted for Obama is not at stake here. He is my president and I will pray daily for him to have wisdom and wise counsel in all he does. As a Southerner, who well remembers separate drinking fountains and desegregation and such, I am proud that as a nation we've made this vast step forward. But what we have to remember here is that if race doesn't matter, then we shouldn't be making such a huge fuss over his race. Let's make a big deal over his ideals instead. Let's make a big deal out of his party if we must, but for heaven's sake let's remember that he is a man: human, intelligent, with faults and virtues like any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am concerned at the unrealistic views of those who are so vocal in the media. Because Obama is untried, inexperienced and new to the tasks at hand. He's going to have a thousand and ten new things to learn, as anyone who takes on a new job. He will struggle with making difficult and life altering decisions. He will make choices that are unpopular with his own party as well as to the opposing party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a young man who will leave office as aged as any other before him. The job of the presidency takes a tremendous toll on the leaders who are chosen to fill that position. Take a look at any president's before and after photographs. The stress and strain of the position is visible in every grey hair, every line of their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have a magic wand to wave and make all things as all people would wish them immediately. There will be choices that are heart wrenching for him. He will make great decisions and grave mistakes. There are problems to be solved that will take years to fix, and nothing will overnight be set right after the stroke of midnight on January 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or nor he was your choice as president, let me urge each of you to pray for him daily while he is in office. He will need every prayer he can get! May God bless him and his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-506339236966534117?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/506339236966534117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=506339236966534117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/506339236966534117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/506339236966534117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/opinion.html' title='An opinion'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-8289210606153402472</id><published>2009-01-21T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:10:24.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SXec4zom46I/AAAAAAAAANA/w7l9Ibqs7P4/s1600-h/n518630436_3958142_610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293872386744443810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SXec4zom46I/AAAAAAAAANA/w7l9Ibqs7P4/s320/n518630436_3958142_610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this isn't a recent picture. It's a few years old, but it's the picture I thought of when I read this quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Home is any four walls that enclose the right person" -Helen Rowland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-8289210606153402472?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8289210606153402472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=8289210606153402472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8289210606153402472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8289210606153402472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-joy.html' title='Today&apos;s joy'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SXec4zom46I/AAAAAAAAANA/w7l9Ibqs7P4/s72-c/n518630436_3958142_610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-5904682048415644158</id><published>2009-01-20T19:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:56:49.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>44 Question Meme</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this, consider yourself tagged to put it on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daycaredaze.wordpress.com/2009/01/17/44-question-meme/"&gt;44 Question Meme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://daycaredaze.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://daycaredaze.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Favorite object in your room? Antique vanity table that hubby refinished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever smoked a cigarette?Yes. Just once Yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you own guns?No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What flavor drink do you get at sonic?Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you think of hot dogs?Love them grilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite song?Right now? Toes by the Zac Brown Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Can you do push ups? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Can you do a chin up? Only by throwing my head back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Favorite type of jewlery? Watches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you like blue cheese? Love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Ever been in a car wreck? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What’s one trait that you hate about yourself? weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Middle name? Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment: I'm freezing, dinner was good and I need a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Name 3 things you bought yesterday. No shopping yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Name 3 drinks you drink regularly ? Sweet tea, hot tea, wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Current worry? Will hubby get work soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Current hate right now?My weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) How did you bring in the New Year? Set the alarm to wake up to see the year end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Where would you like to be right now? Any warm Pacific island will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Name three people who will complete this?No. Idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Do you own slippers? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What shirt are you wearing? Pink sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? No. They make funky skritchy noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Can you whistle? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Would you be a pirate? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) What songs do you sing in the shower? Whatever is on the radio at the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Favorite girl’s name? Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Favorite boy’s name? Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) What’s in your pocket? No pockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Last person who made you laugh? Charlie Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Best memory as a child? Going to my grandparents house at the bay. Swimming, boating, catching blue crabs and just hanging out on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Worst injury you’ve ever had?badly sprained ankles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you love where you live? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.) How many TVs do you have in your house? One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Who is your loudest friend? SOmeone on hubby's side of the family. I'm NOT naming names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.) How many dogs do you have? None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Does someone have a crush on you?Someone loves me, which is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What is your favorite candy? Anything caramel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Favorite Sport?To watch or to play? To watch - football To play? indoor games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Where is the next place you want to travel to? DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) What were you doing 12 AM last night? Wandering the house hoping to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? My feet are cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-5904682048415644158?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5904682048415644158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=5904682048415644158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5904682048415644158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5904682048415644158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/44-question-meme-taken-from.html' title='44 Question Meme'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-9196235266659966119</id><published>2009-01-20T15:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:05:05.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I've been giving thought to the direction and theme I want to take this blog. I've decided that not only will I continue my ramblings from the treehouse, I will make certain to share with you the daily joys and happiness in my life. There's too few joys right now and I need positive affirmation that all is good. I invite you to share yours with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293472244142219122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SXYw9cR8n3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/xaDlJbLIwfM/s320/P1060003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This joy is my hubby working on something for my work. My joy comes from watching him help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SXYw-Fd57yI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmPsUB8xOdk/s1600-h/P1060005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293472255198228258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SXYw-Fd57yI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmPsUB8xOdk/s320/P1060005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This joy is our warm cat, Spot. With her insecurities and penchant for ripping through the house, she keeps us quite entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a happiness in your day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-9196235266659966119?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9196235266659966119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=9196235266659966119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/9196235266659966119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/9196235266659966119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SXYw9cR8n3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/xaDlJbLIwfM/s72-c/P1060003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-2845206600571871343</id><published>2009-01-18T15:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:05:18.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short answer is I've been lazy. The long answer is, well, longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work got crazy. We ran a 50% off everything in the store sale from the 18th of December until our close for the season date of January 4th. I had Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off, then worked every day through the end. I was amazed at what people will buy when marked half off! Long and frenetic days, to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 5th was hubby's birthday. The kids took us out for dinner to celebrate. I took him shopping for some new clothes for me. I had put off buying new dress slacks too long. I had need for dress clothes later in the week, so delaying any longer was not an option. I loathe shopping. I had 2 stores in mind to visit. I hit pay dirt on the first store! Walked in, found a sale rack, pulled 4 pairs of pants that should fit and went to try them on. 2 of the 4 were perfect! Exactly what I needed! Took them to the checkout, and they were on clearance. I was willing to pay the sale price, so getting them for a third of the price I was elated! Then it was on to find tops. 8 stores later I found 2 that "would work". Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Sunday and Monday I shopped for work. I'd never been on a buying trip before, and this was interesting. It's hard to put aside personal style and order things that are within the style of the offering in the store. The best part of it all was that I got to see Tyler Florence give a demo of recipes from his newest cookbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've been happily enjoying a mini vacation. The store remains closed until the first weekend in March, so I have a few weeks to relax. We've been scanning old pictures into the computer and enjoying trips down memory lane. I'm reading a book a day, catching up on housework and cooking. I've started a workout video, hopefully I will keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the long version of where I've been. Sorry it's been so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-2845206600571871343?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2845206600571871343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=2845206600571871343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2845206600571871343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2845206600571871343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-where-have-i-been.html' title='So where have I been?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-5347948611188288447</id><published>2009-01-02T08:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:14:33.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/01/02/funny-pictures-dat-one-comes-in-four-flavorz/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_2914269" title="funny-pictures-cat-studies-a-book-of-birds" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/12/funny-pictures-cat-studies-a-book-of-birds.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-5347948611188288447?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5347948611188288447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=5347948611188288447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5347948611188288447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5347948611188288447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-animals.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-5442935052905089977</id><published>2008-12-18T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:53:52.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SUpYRXGIuqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tYiHM_CPC3o/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281130568326101666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SUpYRXGIuqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tYiHM_CPC3o/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spot views our tree as a constant source of temptation. There is no tinsel left on the bottom third of the tree, as she can't leave it alone. I understand how she feels. Holiday time seems to bring a temptation for me, as well. Every year I am tempted to scale back what we do, but I can't bring myself to do it. I love the giving part, the finding of the perfect present, the anticipation of the opening of said gifts. I love the baking of cookies and other goodies. I love trying new recipes and sharing the results. I love the decorating. I love sending and receiving cards. Sure I gain a little weight, get writers cramp and a bit higher electric bill, but January comes quickly and life goes back to normal. We turn off the tv, turn on the holiday music, eat some cookies and get lost in conversation as we bask in the glow of the tree lights. It's good not to give into temptation, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-5442935052905089977?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5442935052905089977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=5442935052905089977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5442935052905089977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5442935052905089977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SUpYRXGIuqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tYiHM_CPC3o/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-272675179994092184</id><published>2008-12-18T07:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:12:17.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SUpJuAL-WMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TTOSFXw7HgU/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281114567718361282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SUpJuAL-WMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TTOSFXw7HgU/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been catching a lot of flak for my last post. All of the writing classes I took, back in the dark ages, told me that the first thing on a list wasn't as important as the last thing. That's so the reader is left with that as the final thought. So to you family members that who have so lovingly given me grief over listing my husband/your father as the last N on my list here are some raspberries, both from me and from the pipecleaner lizard found in your tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-272675179994092184?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/272675179994092184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=272675179994092184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/272675179994092184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/272675179994092184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-been-catching-lot-of-flak-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SUpJuAL-WMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TTOSFXw7HgU/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7745176252995042934</id><published>2008-12-07T17:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:10:08.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/STxUUSUb-kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2GqxM-oKfAQ/s1600-h/pt9261n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277185570863053378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/STxUUSUb-kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2GqxM-oKfAQ/s320/pt9261n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I requested a letter from Kay at Prairie Quilts &amp;amp; Kolaches for this meme. She assigned me the letter letter is "N" for St. Nicholas. It was his Holy Day when she assigned it to me. I am supposed to list 10 things I LOVE that begin with the letter assigned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ativity Scenes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ikon Cameras (it's bad, we have 3 of them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ightfall, especially when we are siting in the treehouse in the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ephews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;avel Oranges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;utcrackers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Bird &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Nature in all her seasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. The most important, my husband, &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;estor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to do add this to your blog, leave a comment and ask for a letter. It's a lot of fun, if you want to try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7745176252995042934?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7745176252995042934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7745176252995042934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7745176252995042934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7745176252995042934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-requested-letter-from-kay-at-prairie.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/STxUUSUb-kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2GqxM-oKfAQ/s72-c/pt9261n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-2762407139798707391</id><published>2008-12-05T08:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:13:56.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>Thanks Barb for the Heads up on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want some FREE Christmas tunes? &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html/ref=amb_link_82946131_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;docId=1000314901&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=right-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0BZY20FYB62Z99J0H4WM&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=465321071&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=1233518011" target="new"&gt;Amazon has one each day for the whole month&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-2762407139798707391?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2762407139798707391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=2762407139798707391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2762407139798707391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2762407139798707391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3249219673372334812</id><published>2008-12-04T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:36:00.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maiermemoriestoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever.html"&gt;Have You Ever?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for grins and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Copy this list and put it on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;If you've done it, bold it.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Been to Disneyland (and DisneyWorld!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Slept on an overnight train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Hitch hiked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied--most of the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelos David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;strong&gt;Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;strong&gt;Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;Bounced a check (not that I'm proud of it, but I have)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;Flown in a helicopter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;strong&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;strong&gt;Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;strong&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;strong&gt;Toured the Everglades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;strong&gt;Been fired from a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;strong&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;strong&gt;Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;strong&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;strong&gt;Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;strong&gt;Been involved in a law suit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;strong&gt;Read an entire book in one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3249219673372334812?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3249219673372334812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3249219673372334812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3249219673372334812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3249219673372334812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever-just-for-grins-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1227909536605889140</id><published>2008-12-04T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:22:07.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>Whew! It's been more than a week since I've been here. We had Thanksgiving, then the wild after Thanksgiving shopping mess, and I've got one of those cold/flu bugs. It's bad when I go days without even wanting to look at the computer. I'll be back to my normal soon, I hope. I'll catch up with everything then. Hugs to all, Sharon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1227909536605889140?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1227909536605889140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1227909536605889140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1227909536605889140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1227909536605889140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-505767223651040235</id><published>2008-11-23T08:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:48:19.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SSlcyexLkiI/AAAAAAAAAME/p110X9awqwQ/s1600-h/DSC_0008_proc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271846861136433698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SSlcyexLkiI/AAAAAAAAAME/p110X9awqwQ/s320/DSC_0008_proc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm ready for Thanksgiving. I believe it's my favorite holiday. I enjoy the cooking, the sharing and the anticipation of the meal. There will only be 4 of us at table this year, but the meal will be shared for days. We'll trade leftovers at work, and hopefully get together with friends to share turkey sandwiches at the end of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of the huge family gatherings. Our family is spread all over the place, and so many now have their own families. It's hard to get together, but we will still share the meal. Phone calls will be made, with descriptions of all the food, new recipes, and laughs over who left the giblets in the turkey. Pictures will be taken and emailed around the globe, we'll even talk and see friends over the internet using webcams. We'll talk of our many blessings, plan for getting together and reminisce. We may not all be at the same table, but we'll share the meal. That is something I am Thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-505767223651040235?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/505767223651040235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=505767223651040235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/505767223651040235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/505767223651040235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-ready.html' title='I am so ready'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SSlcyexLkiI/AAAAAAAAAME/p110X9awqwQ/s72-c/DSC_0008_proc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3473264606834353806</id><published>2008-11-16T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:03:40.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SSBqqL6jxwI/AAAAAAAAALw/OOtw_CcLVdE/s1600-h/scan0002_proc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269328837008934658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SSBqqL6jxwI/AAAAAAAAALw/OOtw_CcLVdE/s320/scan0002_proc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather has turned blustery and cold. The treehouse has few leaves left. We can now see the neighboring houses. Thoughts turn to warm soups, spicy chili and crockpots full of casseroles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also time to start thinking of the holiday goodies I want to make. It's been a long time since I've had help as willing as the guy in the picture! (Sorry, Son) I always have great thoughts of all I want to do, all I want to bake and then reality sets in. There are a few must do's, and those have gotten fewer over the years. New goodies have been added as our family has grown. It's not Christmas without Mice, or fudge so decadent I have to hide it from myself. Espresso Brownies, homemade candy, and spiced nuts. Wedding cookies, cathedral window cookies, rum balls. Grandma's cough drops need to be started this week. They are vodka soaked cherries. She'd eat one, start coughing and need another one to stop coughing! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go pull out the recipe file and start planning. What are you in the mood for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3473264606834353806?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3473264606834353806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3473264606834353806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3473264606834353806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3473264606834353806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-time-of-year.html' title='That time of year'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SSBqqL6jxwI/AAAAAAAAALw/OOtw_CcLVdE/s72-c/scan0002_proc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1891910400853390721</id><published>2008-11-11T08:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:03:31.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SRmEk7VZ0kI/AAAAAAAAALo/OCFT-TBsOyw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267387009124127298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SRmEk7VZ0kI/AAAAAAAAALo/OCFT-TBsOyw/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a proud granddaughter, daughter, wife, sister, cousin and niece of military veterans. Today is the day we thank those that have served our country. It doesn't matter whether you agree or disagree with the current war or any in the past. These honorable people served OUR country to help protect OUR values and OUR rights as laid out in OUR Constitution. If you know a Vet, take the time to thank them or place a flag at the marker of a loved one to show you remember their service to OUR country.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Pop-Pop, Thanks Dad, Thanks Nestor, Thanks Kirk, Thanks to the rest of you as well. I Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1891910400853390721?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1891910400853390721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1891910400853390721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1891910400853390721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1891910400853390721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SRmEk7VZ0kI/AAAAAAAAALo/OCFT-TBsOyw/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-5988492101543233300</id><published>2008-11-09T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:38:36.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Clean up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SRebjd054yI/AAAAAAAAALg/Hnjn2BZwvls/s1600-h/DSC_0018_proc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266849322837336866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SRebjd054yI/AAAAAAAAALg/Hnjn2BZwvls/s320/DSC_0018_proc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We folded up the hammock and stand this weekend. It's always kind of sad when we start to winterize the treehouse. We use it all 4 seasons, but only keep a few chairs and the fire pit out there over the winter. The leaves needed to be swept from the deck, and the grill was moved closer to the house. We'll use that over the winter as well, it's tradition to grill in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;The birds are feasting more these days. Hummingbirds are still around, we'll have them at the feeders until Thanksgiving, and I'll take them down in early December, in case of stragglers. I enjoy watching the winter birds come back. As soon as the bears hibernate I'll put out suet and fruit feeders. I've learned my lessons well. We've had too many bears up on that deck to rush the season. I work near bears every day, but when they are on MY porch I freak out. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on my decorating scheme for the front porch. Christmas is near, but we don't set out any decorations until after Santa arrives at the end of the Macy's Parade. I've been itching to get into the Christmas closet, but know once I do, it's all over!&lt;br /&gt;We're due to have a freeze tonight. I need to go cover some plants. Stay warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-5988492101543233300?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5988492101543233300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=5988492101543233300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5988492101543233300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5988492101543233300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-clean-up.html' title='Fall Clean up'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SRebjd054yI/AAAAAAAAALg/Hnjn2BZwvls/s72-c/DSC_0018_proc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-8744961567789658948</id><published>2008-11-07T20:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:16:25.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/11/07/funny-pictures-grounded-again/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_2230834" title="funny-pictures-kitten-is-grounded-again" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/11/funny-pictures-kitten-is-grounded-again.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love this face?!!&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-8744961567789658948?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8744961567789658948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=8744961567789658948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8744961567789658948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8744961567789658948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-you-just-love-this-face-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-396983433223490971</id><published>2008-11-05T18:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:21:35.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After</title><content type='html'>I don't want to get into any great political debate. I believe that my politics are my own. I do believe that whomever is in the Office of President is to be respected. It's not a job I would want. I am not a deeply religious person, but I am a prayerful person. I heard this statement this morning on the radio. It was evidently on a church sign, somewhere in the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter who is in the White House. Just remember that I am still in charge.&lt;br /&gt;My name is God, and I approve this message."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-396983433223490971?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/396983433223490971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=396983433223490971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/396983433223490971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/396983433223490971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-6082004319046800712</id><published>2008-11-04T18:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:37:40.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SRDel2haz6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/iIx4y8zbkX4/s1600-h/DSC_0005_proc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264952706268319650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SRDel2haz6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/iIx4y8zbkX4/s320/DSC_0005_proc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the last of the zinnias. We grow them in a half whiskey barrel on the deck of the treehouse. They are one of my favorite flowers, and enjoy their many colors. When we lived in FLA we had them in the front flower bed, and one of our favorite people had a small, just learning to walk littler people. He loved smelling the flowers, and always got to pick some for his mom. One day he turned around too fast and sat down, right in the middle of the bed. We spent the entire summer smiling at the perfect butt print in the middle of those zinnias. He's 13 now, and I'm sure he'd be mortified if he realized I was writing about him. I don't think his Mama will tell him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got out to vote, early this morning. The 3 of us were in line before 7. Since we live in such a rural community, we are talking a county of 25,000 and only 3 traffic lights, the polling places were less than busy. Ours had only 4 voting stations! It was said that more than 40% of our county had voted early, so the poll workers weren't quite sure what they were expecting. We were back home before 7:30. Our soon-to-be daughter (in-law) was finished before we were, so we all met back here to have coffee and some breakfast. It was kind of surreal, having all that extra time before we had to head off to work. It was nice to just hang out and watch the contents of the refrigerator get inhaled by a growing boy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you got out to vote. I'll leave you with my favorite quote from Benjamin Franklin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Where Liberty Dwells, there is My Country." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to those who work so hard to ensure my liberty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-6082004319046800712?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6082004319046800712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=6082004319046800712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/6082004319046800712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/6082004319046800712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SRDel2haz6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/iIx4y8zbkX4/s72-c/DSC_0005_proc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1639683773888517559</id><published>2008-11-02T19:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:38:00.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey Part 2</title><content type='html'>The rest of the journey begins in Helen and ends back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5JsAoh1jI/AAAAAAAAAKw/L1zFzGVA-tw/s1600-h/DSC_0025_proc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264226034875749938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5JsAoh1jI/AAAAAAAAAKw/L1zFzGVA-tw/s320/DSC_0025_proc6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Helen, GA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264226056115886162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5JtPwkmFI/AAAAAAAAALA/zoY4AeOosFE/s320/DSC_0043_proc8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A side road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264226058300222498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5JtX5W7CI/AAAAAAAAALI/V_vYu_rVyjI/s320/DSC_0045_proc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Street! Home is just around the corner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather has been perfect, and we've been enjoying the treehouse. I'll add pics from there tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1639683773888517559?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1639683773888517559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1639683773888517559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1639683773888517559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1639683773888517559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-part-2.html' title='Journey Part 2'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5JsAoh1jI/AAAAAAAAAKw/L1zFzGVA-tw/s72-c/DSC_0025_proc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-8281496078999976115</id><published>2008-11-02T19:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:42:54.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey Part 1</title><content type='html'>The colors have finally hit peak. Let me share my journey to work, in pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223630755236450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5HgEliCmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cZ05ngkx4OQ/s320/DSC_0006_proc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the view from the driveway. Kinda makes it hard to go to work, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5HgcFfVxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7bf2xzZjqvw/s1600-h/DSC_0013_proc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223637063292690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5HgcFfVxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7bf2xzZjqvw/s320/DSC_0013_proc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is along Alt. 75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223650001850194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5HhMSSD1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9gIqGyDzlnM/s320/DSC_0017_proc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the more gentle curves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223651469451970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5HhRwL4sI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kpkFpxHjG-8/s320/DSC_0020_proc4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the beginning of the Chattahoochee river. Yep, I'm driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223660854248642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5Hh0tshMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oa6my61Ybps/s320/DSC_0022_proc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of the curves into Helen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-8281496078999976115?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8281496078999976115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=8281496078999976115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8281496078999976115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8281496078999976115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-part-1.html' title='Journey Part 1'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQ5HgEliCmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cZ05ngkx4OQ/s72-c/DSC_0006_proc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1997258244602712622</id><published>2008-10-30T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:17:16.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQmk2JyaWOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nAU8Ja90wzE/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262918889806387426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQmk2JyaWOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nAU8Ja90wzE/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had snow flurries on Tuesday, yesterday didn't get warmer than 52 degrees and this morning it's below freezing. It's still October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1997258244602712622?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1997258244602712622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1997258244602712622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1997258244602712622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1997258244602712622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/brrr.html' title='Brrr'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQmk2JyaWOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nAU8Ja90wzE/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-6397591288778294703</id><published>2008-10-27T19:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:17:22.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQZK60v9ilI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SXhghm0Lcwg/s1600-h/DSC_0012_proc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261975589081680466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQZK60v9ilI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SXhghm0Lcwg/s320/DSC_0012_proc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to capture the wind that was blowing fiercely today. I swear whenever I had the camera focused the wind would stop! Suffice it to say, the wind was blowing pretty danged hard. Hard enough for us to have a wind chill, hard enough to make driving these mountain roads a bit difficult and hard enough to keep me off the treehouse. It's gonna be COLD tomorrow morning - we are expecting our first freeze. Brrrrr Makes me want to head back south, not really. Guess I'd best go get some winter clothes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-6397591288778294703?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6397591288778294703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=6397591288778294703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/6397591288778294703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/6397591288778294703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/windy-day.html' title='Windy Day'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQZK60v9ilI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SXhghm0Lcwg/s72-c/DSC_0012_proc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-1044343956633712331</id><published>2008-10-25T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:21:08.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQPEXfXOg9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OGSankDYhog/s1600-h/Oct_29_009_proc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261264697533826002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQPEXfXOg9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OGSankDYhog/s320/Oct_29_009_proc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got Dad home from the hospital Friday afternoon. He was weak, but his color was great. It's amazing what blood flow will do for ya! Thanks to all of you for your thoughts and prayers. I know they were all heard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a rainy and windy drive home, and was well after dark when I got here, so no treehouse for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a blue sky day, with cool temps and a light wind.  Too bad I had to work, while everyone else got to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQPDhqc6ehI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yX9nNFJyJek/s1600-h/October_8_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-1044343956633712331?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1044343956633712331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=1044343956633712331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1044343956633712331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/1044343956633712331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SQPEXfXOg9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OGSankDYhog/s72-c/Oct_29_009_proc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-4585665925352828461</id><published>2008-10-23T20:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:15:01.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of plans</title><content type='html'>Well, the day didn't go quite as planned. My Dad has been suffering from chest pains and was admitted to the local hospital on Monday. They were going to do a heart catheritization to check the bypasses he had a number of years ago. He had a stent put in earlier this spring, and we didn't even consider that to be an issue. Surprise! The local hospital discovered a problem and could not do what was necessary to fix it, so he was transported to a much larger hospital in another town. As soon as I got the call that it was more serious, I got in the car and headed north. I picked up Mom and we made it to that hospital about the time he went into the cath lab. The original stent from spring had failed, so they put in a new one, making essentially a stent sandwich. If this one fails, then it's another bypass. Ugh. I'll  be here until tomorrow at the soonest, the nurses and doctors feel that he should be released to go home tomorrow, and if it's early enough in the day I'll head home, hopefully with some sunshine left in the day to sit in the treehouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-4585665925352828461?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4585665925352828461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=4585665925352828461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4585665925352828461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4585665925352828461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of plans'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3860227794648175410</id><published>2008-10-23T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:33:55.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/10/23/funny-pictures-life-just-dont/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_2016920" title="funny-pictures-mouse-in-cheese-says-that-life-does-not-get-better" alt="cat" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/10/funny-pictures-mouse-in-cheese-says-that-life-does-not-get-better.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a day off in the Fall! The treehouse has become more colorful, it's a sweater weather kind of day and I have my handsome guy to share it with. It's true - it doesn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3860227794648175410?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3860227794648175410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3860227794648175410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3860227794648175410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3860227794648175410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-animals.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-4853676846268049622</id><published>2008-10-20T21:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:58:53.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who turned off the heat??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SP03HRm4LVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PJvo4Bft4rw/s1600-h/October_20_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259420537963687250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="227" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SP03HRm4LVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PJvo4Bft4rw/s320/October_20_007.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! I knew it was gonna get cool, but I wasn't expecting to wake up to 31 degrees this morning! We hadn't prepared. No annual burning of the dust. No hose bib covers. There was frost on the fields. I had to scramble to find a jacket so I didn't freeze in the car. The day warmed up nicely, so I left the jacket in the car. Hmmm, somehow I don't think I'll be happy with that decision in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-4853676846268049622?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4853676846268049622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=4853676846268049622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4853676846268049622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4853676846268049622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-turned-off-heat.html' title='Who turned off the heat??!!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SP03HRm4LVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PJvo4Bft4rw/s72-c/October_20_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-6330556502880608296</id><published>2008-10-16T16:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:30:03.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPej0tWtDGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4HYbWZ7hGAo/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257851215901690978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPej0tWtDGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4HYbWZ7hGAo/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPejEQiQPpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qirbsqwIu18/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257850383531785874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPejEQiQPpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qirbsqwIu18/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPejEiJA11I/AAAAAAAAAIM/t3msi6VxLrI/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257850388257757010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPejEiJA11I/AAAAAAAAAIM/t3msi6VxLrI/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPejFdAYU5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/rU0j1jNmr5A/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is quickly coming to North GA. I was sitting in the treehouse this morning, with my cup of tea, and I noticed the amount of yellows and reds in the leaves. A cold front is coming this weekend, high 60's for the daytime and low 50's for the nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a ride out to a pumpkin farm when our friends were in last weekend. Even though we are in a drought, it was still amazing to see all of the colors, sizes and types of gourds. We won't get a pumpkin to carve, too many years in south Florida cured that! If you wanted to have a carved pumpkin on your porch, you carved it and put it out on Halloween, because by the next morning the heat would make it mush. I love the colors of Indian corn and was playing around with exposures. I like how that picture turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time for the evening glass of tea on the porch. Take a beverage of your choice and go enjoy your porch, stoop or seat in the yard. It's good for your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-6330556502880608296?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6330556502880608296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=6330556502880608296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/6330556502880608296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/6330556502880608296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPej0tWtDGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4HYbWZ7hGAo/s72-c/DSC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3798139866380126675</id><published>2008-10-12T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:02:58.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Propane tank is upright!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPKOmJEL4CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZDlknNtcmoU/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420501014437922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPKOmJEL4CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZDlknNtcmoU/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPKOmC6hueI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qf4GPNDQOVQ/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420499363314146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPKOmC6hueI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qf4GPNDQOVQ/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPKOmYm9EPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/T3zXSE-skyo/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420505186799858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPKOmYm9EPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/T3zXSE-skyo/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Yonah Propane! They got here before 8 am on Friday, and by 8:20 we were in business! These guys know what they are doing, and do it well. Thankfully our full tank of propane only lost 5%, it could have been much worse. The front hill looks like normal, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treehouse is back to normal, and we all smell better since we can have hot showers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3798139866380126675?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3798139866380126675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3798139866380126675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3798139866380126675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3798139866380126675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/propane-tank-is-upright.html' title='Propane tank is upright!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SPKOmJEL4CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZDlknNtcmoU/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-2976905244771882585</id><published>2008-10-10T17:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:20:51.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SO_GUhgRPiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xSgAPsh5SIU/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SO_E8dIUZJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tQC9NdVWufw/s1600-h/PA080003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255635833055372434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SO_E8dIUZJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tQC9NdVWufw/s320/PA080003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Propane tanks should be upright, right? Imagine coming home and discovering that your newly filled tank had decided to roll down the hill. A fitting broke, and LP was leaking out. We had company coming. We were able to get to the shut off valve to stop any more from leaking out, but that meant no hot water, nor cooking. Company was arriving, via motorcycle from Virginia, in a few hours. The propane company couldn't get out to help us until this morning. We offered water warmed in the microwave for a touch up bath and toasted bagels for breakfast. Thank heavens for longstanding, understanding friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-2976905244771882585?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2976905244771882585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=2976905244771882585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2976905244771882585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2976905244771882585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-day.html' title='A bad Day'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SO_E8dIUZJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tQC9NdVWufw/s72-c/PA080003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-5645303583285048485</id><published>2008-10-06T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:01:21.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SOqlWMOGQ4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/KnmXdJaaUzU/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254193715937166210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SOqlWMOGQ4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/KnmXdJaaUzU/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunny and happy looking, isn't it? We discovered this growing in the front yard growing all by its lonesome. Isn't it amazing that one seed dropped by one bird can become something as beautiful as this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been too busy to enjoy the treehouse this last week. I am tired and can hardly write a sentence tonight, so I will end here for tonight and will be back tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-5645303583285048485?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5645303583285048485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=5645303583285048485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5645303583285048485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5645303583285048485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunny-and-happy-looking-isnt-it-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SOqlWMOGQ4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/KnmXdJaaUzU/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-5536217485396127477</id><published>2008-09-30T19:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:20:47.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SOKxWiA3iaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oSSu1KiHv7I/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251955116113103266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SOKxWiA3iaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oSSu1KiHv7I/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the view from our living room sofa. It's a warm day today, in the 80's! Tomorrow and the rest of the week will be 10 degrees cooler, and by end of the week our overnight temps will be around 40! AAAAHHH! I'm not ready for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat outside in that rocker talking to a dear friend in Nebraska. As we were chatting I was buzzed by hummingbirds. Iris and I got to talking about mosquitos and how they manage to sting/bite/annoy in the worst places. I explained to her about the plastic bags filled with water mosquito repellant we find here in the south. I think she may try it next year, hopefully her neighbors will understand that it was a nutty friend that convinced her to try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've borrowed a recipe from a friends blog. &lt;a href="http://tamiskitchentabletalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/caramel-apple-spice-cookies.html"&gt;http://tamiskitchentabletalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/caramel-apple-spice-cookies.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am off to bake these, but without the kisses, as I can't find them around here. I'll let you know how they turn out, and if you try them let me know whatcha think, and I'll pass the comments to Tami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-5536217485396127477?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5536217485396127477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=5536217485396127477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5536217485396127477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5536217485396127477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SOKxWiA3iaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oSSu1KiHv7I/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-3551538958516670699</id><published>2008-09-29T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:45:02.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SOFkuZfQPtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7zw_YS2BHtk/s1600-h/P9250002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251589388769443538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SOFkuZfQPtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7zw_YS2BHtk/s320/P9250002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I worked on over the weekend. I had both days off and I told nobody about it. I computered very little, and spent most of it on the porch with book in hand. If I wasn't reading, we were watching football. All of our teams games were televised and all of them won! I putzed with decor, did minor cleaning and didn't even cook an actual meal. I so needed the downtime, and realized how ugly I had become. It's not a good thing to be in the retail environment and be anti people. I went back to work today, for a very short day. The area we live in is experiencing gas shortages, so there's not too many people traveling. Nestor not only had to wait in line for over an hour to get 10 gallons of gas, it was 2 counties over. Thankfully my tank is full, and my commute is very short. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tree leaves are changing colors, and we're expecting cool temps later in the week. This transplanted Floridian still has trouble with the cold weather, but thankfully compared to most areas we have mildish winters. Snow lasts a day, we don't spend much time in the 20's and I wanted seasons, so we can't skip winter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The birds are eating up a storm, getting ready for colder weather. We surprised a small black bear in the driveway this morning, or maybe we surprised each other. No harm done, but the driveway got "watered".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dishes need to be done before I settle in to watch DWTS. I'll post some fall pics tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-3551538958516670699?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3551538958516670699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=3551538958516670699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3551538958516670699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/3551538958516670699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-what-i-worked-on-over-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SOFkuZfQPtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7zw_YS2BHtk/s72-c/P9250002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-4744191890997084435</id><published>2008-09-29T15:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:18:57.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I've not seen anything like this before.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gwinnettdailypost.com/ftp/multimedia/waffleweddingx/publish_to_web/"&gt;http://www.gwinnettdailypost.com/ftp/multimedia/waffleweddingx/publish_to_web/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-4744191890997084435?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4744191890997084435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=4744191890997084435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4744191890997084435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4744191890997084435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-5660326930736134919</id><published>2008-09-25T17:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:43:12.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SNwHan316TI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HbE5xRtAHro/s1600-h/P9250008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250079419568351538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SNwHan316TI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HbE5xRtAHro/s320/P9250008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SNwGcjAHOyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/J5Mc30_RmyY/s1600-h/P9250012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent a little time this afternoon working on my front porch. The grain bin to the left of the door is new to me. I found it by way of a friend that sells "juntiques". I got it before it was prettied up and aged for the Atlanta market. It's perfect for the small gardening tools, extra birdseed and the assorted stuff that winds up on the porch. I'm working on the other side of the door a bit at a time, I'll post a pic later. I've started changing the indoors from spring/summer to fall as well, cleaning as I go. No, it's not a proper fall clean, but the house feels and smells better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time at the library today. I am hooked on Emilie Richards Shennendoah Album series. The common thread is quilts in a small rural Virginia town. They are gentle reading, no profanity, sex is left to the imagination and the characters draw you right in. I've read a number of her other books a well, and I go out of my way to search her writings out. I also spent time in the children's section. No, I don't have any children at home, there's no grands on the horizon, but we do have a grandnephew that we love spoiling with books. He's only 10 months old, but I like to keep current on kids books, so when I find them on sale or markdowns I can add them to his bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper is waiting to be made, as I sit here enjoying the newest cardinal pair feed. The poor male still has some of his baby feathers, but his bride loves him as he is, she's happily feeding him the best bits of sunflower seeds she can find. I guess maybe I'd best get moving on supper, feeding the best bits to my guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-5660326930736134919?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5660326930736134919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=5660326930736134919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5660326930736134919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/5660326930736134919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-spent-little-time-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SNwHan316TI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HbE5xRtAHro/s72-c/P9250008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-4066722442148206169</id><published>2008-09-22T16:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:11:55.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SNgJlYkGNkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z8sX3GOIbGA/s1600-h/20+Oct+Pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248955903553975874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SNgJlYkGNkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z8sX3GOIbGA/s320/20+Oct+Pics+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sooooo slow at work today, so I decided to shut down the store 2 hours early. Bad for my paycheck, but good for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;It's a coolish day, windows are open and the treehouse is abuzz with hummingbirds, butterflies and a host of other winged creatures. I can feel my batteries recharging.&lt;br /&gt;I made a soup in the crockpot yesterday that was a definite keeper. We grocery shop once a month, so we are down to the "what am I gonna do with thats". I tossed together a half bag of Italian meatballs, a bag of frozen soup veggies, a box of chicken stock and a can of diced tomatoes with garlic, basil and oregano. I added salt and pepper, as well. It simmered all day, and about 30 min before we wanted to eat I tossed in a quarter box of pasta and left it to cook. I grated some Parm over the top when I served and WOW! Very filling, and oh so good! We had some garlic bread, but it wasn't necessary.&lt;br /&gt;What is your best throw together meal? I need to get out of my cooking rut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-4066722442148206169?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4066722442148206169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=4066722442148206169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4066722442148206169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4066722442148206169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-again.html' title='Monday, again'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SNgJlYkGNkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z8sX3GOIbGA/s72-c/20+Oct+Pics+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7421429345099098997</id><published>2008-09-21T19:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:57:06.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SNbfRGFCNyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8b6IxPkNkgE/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248627900529391394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SNbfRGFCNyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8b6IxPkNkgE/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a true day off! I've not gone off the porch, talked to anyone from work and not done any house work. Doing nothing is exhausting. I needed this day.&lt;br /&gt;Let me catch up on the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went to visit the folks in NC. It was a short visit, but the time spent together was good. We took a ride to a favorite place, Manual Woodworkers and Weavers in Bat Cave, had a nice lunch of BLT's on a rare treat of white squishy bread, traded stuff and just hung out. I took no pictures, as it was misty, drizzly gray and rainy.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was back to work, where the day dragged on. I did get some work finished on some presentations I'll make to various bus groups about our facility, so the lack of customers wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was errand running before a few hours at work. I'm glad I got finished early, as an exhaustion migraine bloomed and I was out of commission for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday were work days and I hate getting out after dark. Thankfully Oktoberfest is only 7 weeks long this year!&lt;br /&gt;The treehouse was busy today with birds. I have no idea what some of them were, but I know we saw them in the spring, so this must be the fall migration route. Nestor and I hung out in our chairs, looking at the changing leaves and just catching up. Peekaboo sunshine, woodpeckers and a light breeze sent me inside for slightly warmer clothes and a pair of socks. I love Fall! Our football teams game wasn't broadcast here today, so we savored more time outside. The perfect day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7421429345099098997?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7421429345099098997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7421429345099098997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7421429345099098997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7421429345099098997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-off.html' title='A Day off'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SNbfRGFCNyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8b6IxPkNkgE/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-4433519559634010946</id><published>2008-09-15T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:17:52.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SM77JL8SXAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pwyRW_9QNR0/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246406751176252418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SM77JL8SXAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pwyRW_9QNR0/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's Monday again. Wherever did the week go??? It's not a Moanday, for a change. I have tomorrow off, and I'll be travelling north to Hendersonville to visit my folks. It's been about 2 months since I last made the trip, so I am looking forward to the visit, but not the trip. It's a 3 hour trip each way, but worth it to see Dad and Mom. I think my youngest brother will be there, as well. Say a prayer that he gets work soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's dark out as I write this. The moon is full, so there is illumination. The deck boards on the treehouse are cream colored, so there is plenty of reflection. It's a time of reflection for me, so the brightness is helping me see things more clearly. Fall coming always does this to me. I am ready for the fall colors, the heartier foods, the time spent outside. An added bonus this fall is that my sister by heart and her husband will be visiting in late October. A 40+ year friendship is something to be nurtured, even if it's by email, skype and IM. We haven't shared a hug in more than 2 years, so I am beside myself hurrying the month along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spot is under my chair, head butting my leg. It's almost treat time and I think she wants my attention. I swear that cat can tell time! She hates daylight savings time, I'm certain she thinks we change the time just to annoy her. I'll type more tomorrow, and hopefully I'll have some pics from the trip to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-4433519559634010946?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4433519559634010946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=4433519559634010946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4433519559634010946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/4433519559634010946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-its-monday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SM77JL8SXAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pwyRW_9QNR0/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-8447763309266667705</id><published>2008-09-09T17:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:20:35.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SMcEtPde_5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qq04Xn7dwsg/s1600-h/Clouds+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244165466387054482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SMcEtPde_5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qq04Xn7dwsg/s320/Clouds+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had a bit of rain, finally. I am sitting at the dining room table watching the afternoon fly-in. The cardinal family is back. Baby is learning to land on the feeder but still hasn't mastered the food getting part. Mama rewards him with a few bits and they fly off to the oak tree to rest and try again. Papa is sitting on the end of the hammock chirping at his family, as if to say "Come on baby, I know you can do it!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot is happily sitting on the chair watching the comings and goings. The chickadees love coming to the window sill to get a closer look. I think they know she isn't going to get them, but Spot sure tries. I think there is a permanent noseprint on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few leaves further down in the woods have changed to red. Fall is coming and I am ready for it. I've pulled out a bit of fall decor and the wreathes for the doors, but with it still being in the upper 80's it seems too soon. I've noticed the stores are full of fall candles, and the baking aisles seem to be bulked up, ready for holiday treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a pot roast in the crockpot, with potatoes and carrots. It's nice to come home to the smell of supper. I think I'm going to settle into the glider and watch the next thunderstorm roll in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-8447763309266667705?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8447763309266667705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=8447763309266667705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8447763309266667705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/8447763309266667705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/weve-had-bit-of-rain-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SMcEtPde_5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qq04Xn7dwsg/s72-c/Clouds+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-9021762955831768208</id><published>2008-09-08T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:31:15.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>I have a friend that calls Monday, Moanday, because Monday is the day she hears the most complaining. I'm in a Moanday frame of mind. It's my sort of day off, I only had 1 meeting and spent only an hour in the store, but I had too much stuff to cram into my day. The oil in my car needed to be changed, the tires rotated, a trip to the library - I forgot it was storytelling day with a blue million 3 and 4 year olds, a trip to the IGA, and the drugstore. I was not in the mood for being in the deep south, and my DC showed. Bless my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-9021762955831768208?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9021762955831768208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=9021762955831768208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/9021762955831768208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/9021762955831768208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-2393176677799596726</id><published>2008-09-07T20:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:45:49.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/08/22/funny-pictures-sumthin-jus/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1661034" alt="cat" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/funny-pictures-something-has-touched-the-tail-of-the-kitten.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been that kind of weekend. More on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-2393176677799596726?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2393176677799596726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=2393176677799596726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2393176677799596726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/2393176677799596726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-animals.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918596097017001678.post-7728698027458593361</id><published>2008-09-04T19:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:11:27.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SMB3oitu2UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zlH21Aw1ok0/s1600-h/daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242321504656349506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SMB3oitu2UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zlH21Aw1ok0/s320/daisies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is new for me. Here I come, being dragged into the 21st century, and deciding to blog. Every morning and evening I watch the goings on off my porches and think about the day to come, or pondering over the events of the day past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our rear porch is about 12 feet from the ground, so I am at the perfect treehouse level. I am watching the birds fly in for their last snack before nesting for the night. The hummingbirds are dancing, not so patiently, waiting their turn at the feeders. A slight breeze is blowing and we can occasionally hear the local high school band practice. Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view from the front porch is completely different. It's elevated, but not so much. We have a seasonal view of the Horse Range Mountains. The glider and a pair of rockers invite you to sit a spell. Rabbits are jumping all over the yard, it's almost time for the bear family to cut across the yard for their bedding down area at the back of the property. Evening is coming earlier, so the smaller birds are heading for their last bath of the day, then to their nests in the mountain laurel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't yet know what this blog will become, but I think part of it will be partly made up of the goings on from our treehouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918596097017001678-7728698027458593361?l=viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7728698027458593361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2918596097017001678&amp;postID=7728698027458593361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7728698027458593361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918596097017001678/posts/default/7728698027458593361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfrommytreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944281713150538864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/ShC4DyS_XRI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Pe0_MPsq-M/S220/P3250002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S8kYufyEZA/SMB3oitu2UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zlH21Aw1ok0/s72-c/daisies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
