<?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-4004859879801815410</id><updated>2011-08-13T11:58:32.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deciding What Matters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-26273550189759565</id><published>2011-07-11T21:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:37:55.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorting is TOTALLY slow going........</title><content type='html'>Molly has been cleaning circles around my sorting!  Tomorrow we set up the yard sale.......weather permitting.  It is great having her here :)&lt;div&gt;Now I am off to clean up the kitchen and bed.  Molly has spent so much time in the Eastern Time Zone this year that she adapts very quickly and is up quite early.  More news soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-26273550189759565?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/26273550189759565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=26273550189759565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/26273550189759565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/26273550189759565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/07/sorting-is-totally-slow-going.html' title='Sorting is TOTALLY slow going........'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1945866370166323630</id><published>2011-07-06T23:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:28:08.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly's back in Michigan; Aaron is leaving.......giggles</title><content type='html'>No, not because Molly is here.  Aaron and Karen are at a race in KY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly got in about 8:15 PM last night and Aaron and Karen left about 9:30 this morning.....like ships that pass in the night.  They will hook up on Sunday night again for a week of getting ready for the reunions.........Class of 1991 and Heimerdinger Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go....catch more on Facebook or Molly's blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-1945866370166323630?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1945866370166323630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1945866370166323630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1945866370166323630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1945866370166323630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/07/mollys-back-in-michigan-aaron-is.html' title='Molly&apos;s back in Michigan; Aaron is leaving.......giggles'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3412398101296027864</id><published>2011-06-29T16:40:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:39:19.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At LAST.... I can get to the bean bag chairs ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it HALF yet?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXwXWW0s-Gc/TguP_w0dZwI/AAAAAAAABMY/oHKZlI0ehD0/s1600/DSC_0273.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXwXWW0s-Gc/TguP_w0dZwI/AAAAAAAABMY/oHKZlI0ehD0/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623746885301659394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tell you....scooping the beads out a handful at a time I should be at least half by now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4d2m_GcyYc/TguP_LLdlkI/AAAAAAAABMQ/fm9xnNPw0d0/s1600/DSC_0274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4d2m_GcyYc/TguP_LLdlkI/AAAAAAAABMQ/fm9xnNPw0d0/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623746875197593154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mission accomplished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I volunteered to wash these bean bag chairs for Devin and Denver way back on June 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; when we 'scrubbed down' and 'washed up' the apartment so it would be ready for Devin when he got home.  I actually only had the red one at first, later Amanda found the blue bag and I bought more 'beans' to re-stuff the chairs once I got them laundered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, ready to start the process.....I couldn't figure out how to get the bags unzipped.  No 'pull' on the zipper.  Ashley originally stuffed the bags so I called her.  She was doing her "Sleeping Beauty" thing and was less than coherent!  On Sunday I took one of the bags to Farmers' Market and Ashley helped me figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, the bags are empty, washed, and I am ready to re-stuff them.  My objective was to do that with as little mess as possible.  I did manage that but it took me , seemingly, forever!  First I was using my hand to scoop beads out of that large bag because it was not practical for one person to 'pour' them into the chair.  Scoop, scoop, scoop......there has got to be a better way!  I decided on a glass 4-cup measuring vessel.  Scoop, scoop, scoop....now about twice as much at a time! At least I think I can see the bag of beads getting emptier.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, it's done now and I am going to deliver them tomorrow when I watch those boys while Amanda and Scott work.  Oh........better put them in the car so I don't forget.....! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3412398101296027864?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3412398101296027864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3412398101296027864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3412398101296027864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3412398101296027864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/at-last-i-can-get-to-bean-bag-chairs.html' title='At LAST.... I can get to the bean bag chairs ....'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXwXWW0s-Gc/TguP_w0dZwI/AAAAAAAABMY/oHKZlI0ehD0/s72-c/DSC_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-8087737688724781281</id><published>2011-06-29T08:09:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T17:24:06.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RE-purpose, RE-cycle, RE-turn, RE-lease, RE-use, RE-move</title><content type='html'>No matter how you say it, being GREEN is a big job.  I have to admit I had gotten away from it over the past couple months.  Today though is the day to 'get back' to where I belong (hey, isn't there a Beatles song with those words in it?)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of the shed yesterday I removed two huge bags of recycle stuff.  Today I will make a trip to the Center, behind Leoni Township building, to deposit those items and plenty more collected from around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GO GREEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-8087737688724781281?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8087737688724781281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=8087737688724781281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8087737688724781281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8087737688724781281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/re-purpose-re-cycle-re-turn-re-lease-re.html' title='RE-purpose, RE-cycle, RE-turn, RE-lease, RE-use, RE-move'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4145661400313491928</id><published>2011-06-28T19:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:23:36.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Sporty?  Give this a try.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Match the movie title to the sport:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1.  &lt;i&gt;The Color of Money&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 2.  &lt;i&gt;Tin Cup&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 3.  &lt;i&gt;National Velvet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 4.  &lt;i&gt;Breaking Away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 5.  &lt;i&gt;Blue Chips&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 6.  &lt;i&gt;The Stratton Story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 7.  &lt;i&gt;The Freshman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 8.  &lt;i&gt;Fat City&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 9.  &lt;i&gt;Cool Runnings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;Days of Thunder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A.  Basketball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B.  Four-man Bobsled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.  Pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D.  Horse racing (Steeplechase)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E.  Boxing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F.  Stock car racing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G.  Golf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H.  Football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.   Bicycle racing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.   Baseball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers are in Comments so don't peek until you have made your choices :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-4145661400313491928?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4145661400313491928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4145661400313491928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4145661400313491928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4145661400313491928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/feeling-sporty.html' title='Feeling Sporty?  Give this a try.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4535992300650711812</id><published>2011-06-28T14:47:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:06:35.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall Weeds First......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;wasn't long before one of them caught on to the fact that no matter how many tall weeds you pull there are always 'tall' weeds.......giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vgi-08AghVw/Tgok3BredUI/AAAAAAAABLw/-ZUXvXVArgk/s1600/IMG_1061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vgi-08AghVw/Tgok3BredUI/AAAAAAAABLw/-ZUXvXVArgk/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623347612487677250"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so maybe I mislead them a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ....... but they were really good sports about it and did a fine job!  What is more, they said they are going to keep helping pull weeds throughout the Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before they were pulling weeds they helped me organize the floor space in the shed.  Again, they did a fine job.  I put them to pulling weeds while I swept the floor to put things back.  Aaron has grandiose plans for organizing and finishing the shed later in the year.  With his layout, what we did today, and the yard sale that is coming up, it should be looking good before Winter.  Well, it's a good start anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-4535992300650711812?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4535992300650711812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4535992300650711812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4535992300650711812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4535992300650711812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/tall-weeds-first.html' title='Tall Weeds First......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vgi-08AghVw/Tgok3BredUI/AAAAAAAABLw/-ZUXvXVArgk/s72-c/IMG_1061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5224292910868346765</id><published>2011-06-28T11:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:06:35.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Bowler Here Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Great Grandma stopped by this morning and was invited to bowl on the Wii. Here is the result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTwWwBekp6Y/TgqExENki-I/AAAAAAAABMI/lz-WKkPlbf0/s1600/IMG_1050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTwWwBekp6Y/TgqExENki-I/AAAAAAAABMI/lz-WKkPlbf0/s320/IMG_1050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623453063204604898"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Grandma showed them how to pick up spares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGyLcyqap6I/TgqEwjVY6-I/AAAAAAAABMA/qHx1f3fpji0/s1600/IMG_1058.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGyLcyqap6I/TgqEwjVY6-I/AAAAAAAABMA/qHx1f3fpji0/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623453054379027426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stephen has been 'burning up the lanes' for the last couple days (ever since I 'helped' him wamp on Jorden!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fj8jDlxGSI/TgqEwHHwfFI/AAAAAAAABL4/AgR6Q_G-v_k/s1600/IMG_1059.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fj8jDlxGSI/TgqEwHHwfFI/AAAAAAAABL4/AgR6Q_G-v_k/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623453046805658706"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet 'Team Great Grandma'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-5224292910868346765?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5224292910868346765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5224292910868346765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5224292910868346765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5224292910868346765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/guest-bowler-here-today.html' title='Guest Bowler Here Today!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTwWwBekp6Y/TgqExENki-I/AAAAAAAABMI/lz-WKkPlbf0/s72-c/IMG_1050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5640496102737088702</id><published>2011-06-28T10:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:13:00.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I found this on Facebook and to my surprise, I can read it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE TROUBLE SPELLING, TRY THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;AOCDRNDICG TO RSCHEEARCH AT CMABRIGDE UINERVTISY, IT DSENO'T MTAETR WAHT OERDR THE LTTERES IN A WROD ARE, THE OLNY IPROAMTNT TIHNG IS TAHT THE FRSIT AND LSAT LTEETR BE IN THE RGHIT PCLAE. TIHS IS BCUSEAE THE HUAMN MNID DEOS NOT RAED ERVEY… LTETER BY ISTLEF, BUT THE WROD AS A WLOHE. IF YOU CAN RAED TIHS, PSOT IT TO YUOR WLAL. OLNY 55% OF PLEPOE CAN&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/4004859879801815410-5640496102737088702?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5640496102737088702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5640496102737088702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5640496102737088702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5640496102737088702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-found-this-on-facebook-and-to-my.html' title='I found this on Facebook and to my surprise, I can read it!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6876412354099337551</id><published>2011-06-28T09:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T09:34:00.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been playing "Leader of the Laundromat'............</title><content type='html'>right here at home......or at least that's what it feels like I have been doing for the last two days.  Laundry for an off and on family of seven that gives me flashbacks to when I was a teen!  But, all the dirty clothes are caught up now.....well, until I get ready for bed, that is, and then it all begins again....YOU know what I mean.....SIGH......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-6876412354099337551?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6876412354099337551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6876412354099337551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6876412354099337551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6876412354099337551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/been-playing-leader-of-laundromat.html' title='Been playing &quot;Leader of the Laundromat&apos;............'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4570035707929806135</id><published>2011-06-27T20:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:30:39.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 'Summer of Molly'.....and were off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0s9bawLtDk/TgktoI_VgJI/AAAAAAAABLo/55b7EK5DhtE/s1600/IMG_1038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0s9bawLtDk/TgktoI_VgJI/AAAAAAAABLo/55b7EK5DhtE/s400/IMG_1038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623075777379926162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had some excellent help today getting organized for Molly's visit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two helpers with a list of chores and a desire to go outside and play.....great motivator!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All kidding aside, I am very proud of the nice job they did.....and I am starting a list for tomorrow (just in case they are spending the day with Grandma Marlys again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-4570035707929806135?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4570035707929806135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4570035707929806135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4570035707929806135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4570035707929806135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/countdown-to-summer-of-mollyand-were.html' title='Countdown to &apos;Summer of Molly&apos;.....and were off!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0s9bawLtDk/TgktoI_VgJI/AAAAAAAABLo/55b7EK5DhtE/s72-c/IMG_1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5643770215247218601</id><published>2011-06-26T21:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:04:23.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To market, to market......home again, home again......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back at Mom's money counted and then to Big Boy  to eat.  Met up with Ruth and Ashley at Amanda's afterwards for our crash course in Devin's care as this week Amanda is going back to work and we will be taking turns watching both boys in Tecumseh.  It was mind boggling at first but just until I got a chance to run over it in my mind again and talk it out with Mom.  Amanda has notes for us and is just a phone call away.  It will be nice to spend some quality time with Devin and Denver again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, I was quite impressed by Denver's bathroom etiquette and hand sanitizing knowledge.  I was going into the bathroom as Denver was coming out and this is what he told me:  'Aunt Marlys, you HAVE to wash your hands with &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; soap then dry your hands with &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; towel and then use &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; hand sanitizer....DON'T forget!'  Do you think he has been told that a time or two?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was NOT, however, impressed by the cat that came out from under the sink when I was standing with my leg against the door while Amanda was showing me where the extra hand soap and sanitizer are stored.  Scared the living daylights out of me! As you can well imagine, Amanda was extremely amused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And for now, giggidy, gig, gig..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-5643770215247218601?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5643770215247218601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5643770215247218601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5643770215247218601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5643770215247218601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-market-to-markethome-again-home.html' title='To market, to market......home again, home again......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-9218386863745682588</id><published>2011-06-26T19:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:06:57.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Basket Cases off to Farmers' Market at Cambridge Junction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTHcvD6nwyA/TgjobnZGx9I/AAAAAAAABLg/ay6EzY6PToI/s1600/IMG_1032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTHcvD6nwyA/TgjobnZGx9I/AAAAAAAABLg/ay6EzY6PToI/s320/IMG_1032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622999695900461010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a view of our booth from the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(See any baskets you like?  We'll take your money any day of the week, not just Sunday!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because the market runs over 'lunch' there is a potluck at noon. Each vendor brings a dish to pass, pays $1 per booth, and takes turns watching each others wares while we go get a sample of the spread. The money collected is used for a 'meat dish' of some kind which Dave and Marcy Brainard take care of. (I just realized that Sunday I call the 'noon' meal Dinner while I call the meals for the other days of the week Breakfast, Lunch, Supper or Dinner. Seems I give Sunday its own unique designation for each meal: Breakfast or Brunch, Sunday Dinner, then 'grazing', followed by 'you-better-eat-something-before-bedtime' snack.......LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, we had a good day under an Oak tree with our wares. Farmer's Market was relaxing and a good time. We met new people and saw some old friends from our days at Adrian FM. 'Scooter' stopped by too.  He and I made plans for Molly's visit and had a good laugh over whether or not she would actually let us keep them.....(tilts head and smiles).&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/4004859879801815410-9218386863745682588?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/9218386863745682588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=9218386863745682588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/9218386863745682588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/9218386863745682588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/real-basket-cases-off-to-farmers-market.html' title='Real Basket Cases off to Farmers&apos; Market at Cambridge Junction'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTHcvD6nwyA/TgjobnZGx9I/AAAAAAAABLg/ay6EzY6PToI/s72-c/IMG_1032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3340828486512701136</id><published>2011-06-26T07:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:51:09.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron has left the building.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMwLX3icFlU/Tgjntejqz-I/AAAAAAAABLY/7CgxyTAKIbA/s1600/IMG_1036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMwLX3icFlU/Tgjntejqz-I/AAAAAAAABLY/7CgxyTAKIbA/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622998903254863842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;??Whichwaydidhego, whichwaydidhego??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the city, the state.....headed back to CT.  I hope he has a better sense of where he is going than the flip-flops he left behind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3340828486512701136?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3340828486512701136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3340828486512701136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3340828486512701136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3340828486512701136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/aaron-has-left-building.html' title='Aaron has left the building.........'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMwLX3icFlU/Tgjntejqz-I/AAAAAAAABLY/7CgxyTAKIbA/s72-c/IMG_1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-7778777929036788247</id><published>2011-06-25T01:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:12:00.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Scott Kirkendall !!!</title><content type='html'>And many, many more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-7778777929036788247?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/7778777929036788247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=7778777929036788247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7778777929036788247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7778777929036788247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-scott-kirkendall.html' title='Happy Birthday, Scott Kirkendall !!!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5438776191599433775</id><published>2011-06-24T21:54:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:27:20.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprint's version of "there's an 'app' for that"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-520lR5A-Hww/TgVDyZoeBGI/AAAAAAAABLI/vgbrFPDkUsI/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-520lR5A-Hww/TgVDyZoeBGI/AAAAAAAABLI/vgbrFPDkUsI/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621974242995078242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron and Karen teaching each other how to use their new phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Well actually, old phones. Newer model comes out tomorrow so Sprint was practically giving them away! Now that's MY kind of shopping!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tL0bPvvHyrA/TgVDyLFpo0I/AAAAAAAABLA/nva9mMErg78/s1600/DSC_0269.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tL0bPvvHyrA/TgVDyLFpo0I/AAAAAAAABLA/nva9mMErg78/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621974239090942786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron watching video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qLIg5rzy6uE/TgVDx5MH_TI/AAAAAAAABK4/hskaqyLN_Ik/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qLIg5rzy6uE/TgVDx5MH_TI/AAAAAAAABK4/hskaqyLN_Ik/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621974234286259506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karen picking out new 'wallpaper'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really good news is, they may be answering &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; next call....now that they can actually &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt; what is on the screen.  Or not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-5438776191599433775?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5438776191599433775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5438776191599433775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5438776191599433775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5438776191599433775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/sprints-version-of-theres-app-for-that.html' title='Sprint&apos;s version of &quot;there&apos;s an &apos;app&apos; for that&quot;!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-520lR5A-Hww/TgVDyZoeBGI/AAAAAAAABLI/vgbrFPDkUsI/s72-c/DSC_0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-8216823520889658155</id><published>2011-06-24T18:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:11:22.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Columbo" gone but not forgotten</title><content type='html'>Watching NBC Nightly News I heard that Peter Falk died today.  I always enjoyed watching his series.  He was also the 'Lovable Grandfather' in "Princess Bride".  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;September 16, 1927-June 24, 2011&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/4004859879801815410-8216823520889658155?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8216823520889658155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=8216823520889658155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8216823520889658155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8216823520889658155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/columbo-gone-but-not-forgotten.html' title='&quot;Columbo&quot; gone but not forgotten'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4082991958825985469</id><published>2011-06-24T15:58:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:13:54.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There may really be a time warp associated with this house.......</title><content type='html'>Funny how in the shower this morning I knew it was Friday but when I got to Facebook just a few hours later, I thought it was Saturday.  Could I have had that much fun between the shower and the computer that a whole day went by!  LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Aaron Abraham, former MC CSD 'workmate', for bringing me back to my senses by posting that he was working 1 to 10 today!  Even then, I didn't catch on right away thinking that they were making him work on Saturday.  Oh lordy, they're going to send the men with the straight jacket soon.....giggles!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you this was going to be an amusing day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-4082991958825985469?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4082991958825985469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4082991958825985469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4082991958825985469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4082991958825985469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-may-really-be-time-warp.html' title='There may really be a time warp associated with this house.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-8215149563413010363</id><published>2011-06-24T09:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:56:02.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Might need to get a light put in above my shower.....</title><content type='html'>or perhaps, just open my eyes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I shaved one whole leg with the razor guard inplace.  (In my own defense, the guard is clear and I could plainly see the blades through it!)  Anyway, amusing way to start my Friday........giggles ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-8215149563413010363?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8215149563413010363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=8215149563413010363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8215149563413010363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8215149563413010363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/might-need-to-get-light-put-in-above-my.html' title='Might need to get a light put in above my shower.....'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4933679657191639215</id><published>2011-06-24T03:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:54:52.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bill Stokes!</title><content type='html'>And many, many more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-4933679657191639215?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4933679657191639215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4933679657191639215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4933679657191639215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4933679657191639215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-bill-stokes.html' title='Happy Birthday Bill Stokes!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5082435977601612993</id><published>2011-06-23T17:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:23:12.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Sports with Grandma Marlys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCQnzqlNyOw/TgO51iAZGRI/AAAAAAAABIY/fMtmcQp7VQ0/s1600/DSC_0264.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCQnzqlNyOw/TgO51iAZGRI/AAAAAAAABIY/fMtmcQp7VQ0/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621541089201166610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stephen, dropping the ball behind the foul line.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Did you know that when you lose the ball behind you in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Sports Bowling the crowd jumps up and does a 360 turn.....hilarious and worth doing over and over again!  These boys thought it was amusing and an easy way to entertain Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marlys&lt;/span&gt;............giggles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJhEjjg_SKA/TgO51HavaHI/AAAAAAAABIQ/MlrZS8HHJVE/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJhEjjg_SKA/TgO51HavaHI/AAAAAAAABIQ/MlrZS8HHJVE/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621541082063923314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jorden&lt;/span&gt;, picking up that spare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jorden&lt;/span&gt; and Stephen KNOW how to run the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.  They challenged me to a game of bowling (we only have one controller working right now and I am BIG into playing games where everybody can participate).  I bowled left handed so I can 'exercise' my left shoulder.  My range of motion is shot in that shoulder (though the right one isn't far behind).  I thought maybe left handed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; bowling would help.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, these boys play to win and they were excited that Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Marlys&lt;/span&gt; would not be playing with her 'wrong' hand.  By the last few frames my shoulder was beginning to 'complain' but I managed to hang on and beat them anyway.  Next games, I bowled right handed, though average wise I really didn't do too much better.  (Always fun when they THINK they are going to beat you!)&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/4004859879801815410-5082435977601612993?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5082435977601612993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5082435977601612993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5082435977601612993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5082435977601612993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/wii-sports-with-grandma-marlys.html' title='Wii Sports with Grandma Marlys'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCQnzqlNyOw/TgO51iAZGRI/AAAAAAAABIY/fMtmcQp7VQ0/s72-c/DSC_0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1000498976528894975</id><published>2011-06-23T13:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:29:17.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A peek  at Aaron's BIG screen video setup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Note the seating arrangement (l to r):  Aaron, then Karen (Where does she put her legs?), and Ike on the mat.  Then, over under the window is the loveseat he offered me so I could watch him play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8Sxxq2YnN0/TgTRAi1SKOI/AAAAAAAABKw/WNECY-wdQHw/s1600/IMG_1030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8Sxxq2YnN0/TgTRAi1SKOI/AAAAAAAABKw/WNECY-wdQHw/s320/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621848042145720546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the BIG screen TV (note lower left hand corner, if you can stop staring at the reflection of me in the screen taking the picture.....).  Even from the loveseat at that distance and angle I'll bet I would feel like I was in the car.....my stomach is getting queasy just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cavl5sKKV54/TgTRAT1kWuI/AAAAAAAABKo/W9X6C4uY4aU/s1600/IMG_1025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cavl5sKKV54/TgTRAT1kWuI/AAAAAAAABKo/W9X6C4uY4aU/s1600/IMG_1025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cavl5sKKV54/TgTRAT1kWuI/AAAAAAAABKo/W9X6C4uY4aU/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621848038120381154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy the game, Aaron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What, what'd you say, Ma"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, maybe you should TURN the volume down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-1000498976528894975?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1000498976528894975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1000498976528894975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1000498976528894975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1000498976528894975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/peek-aarons-big-screen-video-setup.html' title='A peek  at Aaron&apos;s BIG screen video setup'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8Sxxq2YnN0/TgTRAi1SKOI/AAAAAAAABKw/WNECY-wdQHw/s72-c/IMG_1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-331868394472448728</id><published>2011-06-23T12:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:56:35.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandpas would be proud ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;to watch these little boys 'clean' their plates with bread!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSQhVPvyUH0/TgVLm5eFENI/AAAAAAAABLQ/odXQcENXCTY/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSQhVPvyUH0/TgVLm5eFENI/AAAAAAAABLQ/odXQcENXCTY/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621982841476026578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fed big and little boys &lt;b&gt;Chef Boyardee Ravioli &lt;/b&gt;as part of their lunch today.  I tried to get the little ones to use a spoon so that they could clean their plates easier but they all insisted on using forks.  This left quite a bit of sauce and I was reminded of how my Grandpas, Heimerdinger and Richardson, would use bread to 'sop up the gravy'.  I told the boys and offered them bread to do the same.  They accepted and were proud of how their plates turned out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just passing on a little family tradition.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-331868394472448728?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/331868394472448728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=331868394472448728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/331868394472448728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/331868394472448728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-grandpas-would-be-proud.html' title='My Grandpas would be proud ........'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSQhVPvyUH0/TgVLm5eFENI/AAAAAAAABLQ/odXQcENXCTY/s72-c/IMG_1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3318599667131237537</id><published>2011-06-23T09:53:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T03:04:59.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This PLAN 'sabotage thingie' must be going around.......</title><content type='html'>Yesterday....well, last night....I had a plan (I had been thinking about it for a couple days-----don't want to rush into anything you know).  Anyway, we have talked about moving my living room around to accommodate video game playing since even before we moved the TV.  This required that I be willing to 'give up' some of the precious items I have collected over the years.  So you can see why it took so long for me to get to it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, now I am ready.  I wanted to do it when nobody was around so I could think it through without a second opinion......never mind that I am NOT going to be the one playing these video games.....sounds like a 'corporate decision' now doesn't it!  I made my initial furniture moves and in through the door came Aaron.  "Moving the living room around"? as he heads for the hall closet.  My first thought was: 'Lord, what could possibly be in there that HE wants......'?  I forgot about the accessories to his video driving games.  He pulls out the steering wheel, the 'gas' peddle, and starts to hunt for the power cord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was 10 minutes away from creating a different set up for the TV antenna (it usually has to sit on things to get it between 3 1/2 to 5 feet off the floor.  Currently it was sitting on a stack of movies and games on a plant stand on a folding chair.  Which, to my chagrin, were all right in the way of Aaron finding his power cord).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, all is found and Aaron appears to be ready to go to 221 (he even restacked my 'antenna tower' and tried to get the station to hold a signal.....smile and sigh).  This time home from CT, Aaron had mentioned that he was going to take the PS3 over to his house to play on his 'big screen' TV.  I got curious and asked  him what prompted doing it tonight (remember how I have been planning for months to move the furniture......), he said at 221 he would be able to 'play the games WITH cursing and not 'turn the air blue' like he does at my house.  I appreciate that......I truly do!  And, now I have a partially rearranged living room with no purpose......LOL  Not to worry, it gets COLD in his house in the Winter.  He'll be back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, on his way out the door I asked him if this meant I wouldn't see him again.  He invited me over to watch him play....he even offered to move the loveseat out in the 'kitchen/living room area' so I would be comfortable.  Let's see.....loud, big screen TV, more cursing (more and louder cursing), I think I'll take my chances that he'll get hungry or need clean clothes and wait it out in my own home.  (Aaron tells me this morning he had the volume was turned up to 78 and Karen mentioned she had a hard time sleeping last night......go figure.....).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if I could only figure out how to make the Wii work so Grandma Marlys could get good enough at some one of these games to beat ALL those boys, big and little............giggles......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3318599667131237537?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3318599667131237537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3318599667131237537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3318599667131237537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3318599667131237537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-plan-sabotage-thingie-must-be.html' title='This PLAN &apos;sabotage thingie&apos; must be going around.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5014114162340987740</id><published>2011-06-23T08:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T13:27:29.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So they DID learn a thing or two yesterday........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TQDyxWUwrg/TgTG8OUVJbI/AAAAAAAABKQ/P9IBM0JJmNo/s1600/IMG_1021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TQDyxWUwrg/TgTG8OUVJbI/AAAAAAAABKQ/P9IBM0JJmNo/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621836972803040690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's working!  Woke up to this note on the kitchen counter.  GREAT job boys!&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;(Sorry about the quality of the picture.  I want to edit it but the picture manager I'd like to use only 'looks' at picture shortcuts and then they have to be in the correct folder.  Got one to work earlier this week, quite by accident, but I have worked on this one for what seems like hours now and no such luck.  Maybe when I retire I will have time to figure out how to get it to work.  And, work every time, on purpose.....sigh!)&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/4004859879801815410-5014114162340987740?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5014114162340987740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5014114162340987740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5014114162340987740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5014114162340987740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-they-did-learn-thing-or-two.html' title='So they DID learn a thing or two yesterday........'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TQDyxWUwrg/TgTG8OUVJbI/AAAAAAAABKQ/P9IBM0JJmNo/s72-c/IMG_1021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6194757206462341678</id><published>2011-06-22T16:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T02:46:54.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time Fun Gets a Rough Start.....</title><content type='html'>It started out innocent enough, three little boys asking if they could go to the side yard and swing.  I had NO problem.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rua20kuWNeI/TgQlQe4-8mI/AAAAAAAABKI/yVgLsKZ3BT0/s1600/IMG_1002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rua20kuWNeI/TgQlQe4-8mI/AAAAAAAABKI/yVgLsKZ3BT0/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621659199965426274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, when I started out the door to check on them....I found these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVgVLtQYUwI/TgQlPlWkqKI/AAAAAAAABKA/xK6rjQ529y0/s1600/IMG_1000.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVgVLtQYUwI/TgQlPlWkqKI/AAAAAAAABKA/xK6rjQ529y0/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621659184520276130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of playing on the swings, they had gone first to the Slip'n Slide.  I seriously don't have a problem with that....it's mid morning and certainly hot enough to be playing in the water.  But, what I DO have a problem with is telling me you are going to be one place and actually being in another....at the opposite end of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HuoKR4gmZ5Q/TgQkR6eELvI/AAAAAAAABJ4/vAlPiNlZPBE/s1600/IMG_0999.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HuoKR4gmZ5Q/TgQkR6eELvI/AAAAAAAABJ4/vAlPiNlZPBE/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621658125036957426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWW_coXEHBs/TgQkRgp5MsI/AAAAAAAABJw/LsaFAmZLqys/s1600/IMG_0994.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWW_coXEHBs/TgQkRgp5MsI/AAAAAAAABJw/LsaFAmZLqys/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621658118107247298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7PV79r83NY/TgQkQCfOUQI/AAAAAAAABJo/GI0aOCiiIbM/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7PV79r83NY/TgQkQCfOUQI/AAAAAAAABJo/GI0aOCiiIbM/s320/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621658092829561090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few words, a few tears, and about 20 minutes of sitting at the picnic table, we had a meeting of the minds.  They understood that you ask permission, you be where you say you are going to be, you let Grandma Marlys know before you change locations and every body is happy.  Ike even got in on the fun........yes, he had to sit through the lecture too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2tswkRYHiZY/TgQdKP3PWPI/AAAAAAAABI4/wEpdxW6uHzg/s1600/DSC_0246.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2tswkRYHiZY/TgQdKP3PWPI/AAAAAAAABI4/wEpdxW6uHzg/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621650296759343346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they played with one or more of the neighbors boys.....where they said they would be, every time, the whole rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-2A-NG6Uo4/TgQa5Dm2lII/AAAAAAAABIw/UgvLwAf6pJA/s1600/DSC_0234.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-2A-NG6Uo4/TgQa5Dm2lII/AAAAAAAABIw/UgvLwAf6pJA/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621647802388354178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jorden caught the ball on camera........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXBJ0SH7fTo/TgQa4WXDobI/AAAAAAAABIo/WUaOGDUzkHA/s1600/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC_0228.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXBJ0SH7fTo/TgQa4WXDobI/AAAAAAAABIo/WUaOGDUzkHA/s320/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC_0228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621647790242505138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And even Ethan had a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_MLymuYFsC4/TgQa3pJ5TwI/AAAAAAAABIg/dTL6D3GSFms/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC_0220.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_MLymuYFsC4/TgQa3pJ5TwI/AAAAAAAABIg/dTL6D3GSFms/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC_0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621647778107707138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little 'side note':  When Karen came home, the boys were playing football.  She said: "Hi", as always.  She seldom gets a response, they usually just keep on playing.  This day, to her delight, they came running over to greet her.  Ethan spoke first:  "Thank God you are home! Grandma Marlys made us shut off the Slip 'n Slide this morning and"...Karen interrupted:  "Did you ask her permission before you turned it on?"  Ethan studdered...."well, ah, no, but"  Karen continued:  "you know you have to ask permission and let Grandma Marlys know where you are at and what you are doing".  Nuff said.  Ethan and the boys went back to playing.  Good for you Karen, backing up Grandma Marlys!  (Sorry about your brused ego.....the boys and I will have to work on that!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-6194757206462341678?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6194757206462341678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6194757206462341678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6194757206462341678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6194757206462341678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-time-fun-gets-rough-start.html' title='Summer Time Fun Gets a Rough Start.....'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rua20kuWNeI/TgQlQe4-8mI/AAAAAAAABKI/yVgLsKZ3BT0/s72-c/IMG_1002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6447003307466667031</id><published>2011-06-22T12:32:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T02:46:18.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News from Alaska........</title><content type='html'>Just before 11 o'clock this morning, Molly called me to share how even the best of plans can go wrong........never know what kind of a call I am going to get from her.  This is what I heard:  gauge said: 'pressure low',' logically you would think I could get home to Bob and an air hose (which is where I was headed.'  'But the car started driving funny, I pulled over, tire was flat').  'Stranded at the side of the road, during rush hour no less (remember how FEW roads there are in Juneau)' .  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep an eye on her blog, as I am sure this will turn out to be a memorable day, or maybe, totally uneventful.  Life can be so unpredictable, can't it Molly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-6447003307466667031?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6447003307466667031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6447003307466667031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6447003307466667031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6447003307466667031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/news-from-alaska.html' title='News from Alaska........'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-357612741717675474</id><published>2011-06-22T09:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:13:14.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at 7:30 in the morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Set my first alarm for 6:50 AM to be up in time to have breakfast ready before Aaron leaves for work; when the second alarm (7 AM) went off I was already brushing my teeth.  Ok, so I am in the kitchen by 7:05 and pushed the button to begin brewing the coffee.  Pans on stove, food out of frig......short time later breakfast is ready.......but where is Aaron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 8:30, or so, I called Aaron's phone and left a &lt;i&gt;sad-smiley-face&lt;/i&gt; message:  'I guess you already headed for Ann Arbor, so I will turn off the burners and put the food away when it cools'.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly thereafter, he came through the door.  "I was tired Ma."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He checked on the boys, ate his breakfast, and we talked about switching our phones to one plan next week,  if it will be advangatious to all of us to be on one plan, that is.  Then he headed for Ann Arbor and the boys and I are on our own until Karen gets home from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-357612741717675474?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/357612741717675474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=357612741717675474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/357612741717675474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/357612741717675474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/breakfast-at-730-in-morning.html' title='Breakfast at 7:30 in the morning?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6045748107257378266</id><published>2011-06-21T13:58:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:01:06.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ma, weeds kinda got away from you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8hrSID2g7Q/TgHr58qDqaI/AAAAAAAABIA/UG4ilIVuKYE/s1600/IMG_0989.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8hrSID2g7Q/TgHr58qDqaI/AAAAAAAABIA/UG4ilIVuKYE/s320/IMG_0989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621033190702688674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZtFDfnWd3I/TgHr5Zb3piI/AAAAAAAABH4/b1jCtaxHR6U/s1600/IMG_0988.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZtFDfnWd3I/TgHr5Zb3piI/AAAAAAAABH4/b1jCtaxHR6U/s320/IMG_0988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621033181247940130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ASnWZjihdtM/TgHr4-fPqGI/AAAAAAAABHw/UZLr7RXrLH4/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ASnWZjihdtM/TgHr4-fPqGI/AAAAAAAABHw/UZLr7RXrLH4/s320/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621033174014339170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lmEkJZybZpc/TgHr4BwyF2I/AAAAAAAABHo/lrp8P-cM6OU/s1600/IMG_0985.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lmEkJZybZpc/TgHr4BwyF2I/AAAAAAAABHo/lrp8P-cM6OU/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621033157713336162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Aaron, they did ........BIG time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I HAVE worked on the flower beds.  It's just that with all the rain and a' huge crop' of weeds it's hard to keep up.  Besides, hot weather and I do NOT get along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doug has picked up Jorden and Stephen so it is just Ethan and me.  The boys do not like 'work' but if you present it to them in the right way, they will help out a little while without thinking out loud, or saying under their breath, what a 'meanie' I am.  I give it a try with Ethan:  "How would you like to help me at the end of the house ......you can use the 'cutting pliers'?"  Now, I am not at all sure he even knows what 'cutting pliers' are, but he is game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So out the door we go, and to the 'flower bed'.  I have him carry my gardening stool, open the shed and get out the rake, and then show him what I need cut.  Only other thing I had to tell him was 'ONLY the dead stuff'.          He did a nice job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And, yes, I think he has his shirt on backwards.  And, no, I did not make him wear those long pants....apparently they are his favorite.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-6045748107257378266?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6045748107257378266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6045748107257378266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6045748107257378266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6045748107257378266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-ma-weeds-kinda-got-away-from-you.html' title='Hey Ma, weeds kinda got away from you?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8hrSID2g7Q/TgHr58qDqaI/AAAAAAAABIA/UG4ilIVuKYE/s72-c/IMG_0989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3784428906397450570</id><published>2011-06-21T11:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:22:39.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to BE in Ann Arbor by noon.......</title><content type='html'>Aaron got home last night a little after midnight.  I waited up until 1:30 AM thinking he might park the truck in my drive, see the lights, and come in.......basically to let me know what time to make coffee and breakfast.  &lt;div&gt;But, he didn't so this is the first I am hearing of his schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already knew he had some work lined up here in Michigan but Ethan is staying until Thursday so I wasn't sure what was going to transpire.  I asked Aaron if he wanted breakfast and coffee.....sometimes when he is this late getting to my kitchen, Karen has already been to BK or MickyD's to get him something.  "Yeah, Ma.".  "Ok, how about pancakes, eggs, and coffee?"  He said that sounded good and I headed for the kitchen.  He took up a controller and began to play video games with Ethan.  In the kitchen I started the coffee and turned on the burners to heat up the pans, then asked him what the plan was for the day.  Nonchalantly he says:  "I told them I would be in Ann Arbor by noon......"  "HOLY COW, it's 11:03!" I exclaim.  "Yeah, I can still make it if I leave in the next 12 minutes".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typical......so, the coffee is already brewing, I fix a fried egg and cheese sandwich, he finishes his game, eats, and is on his merry way....about 15 minutes late.   Which, in Aaron time, is almost 'on time'......giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3784428906397450570?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3784428906397450570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3784428906397450570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3784428906397450570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3784428906397450570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-to-be-in-ann-arbor-by-noon.html' title='I need to BE in Ann Arbor by noon.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-2237543978828932634</id><published>2011-06-20T18:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:29:56.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE GOT THE BLUE BALL DOWN!...........but</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;now the softball is stuck in the tree...bummer.....(&lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt; all &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; this was going to happen, now didn't you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3pKQDuoDWXE/Tf_j55_kQgI/AAAAAAAABF4/u5dYviFL7nY/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3pKQDuoDWXE/Tf_j55_kQgI/AAAAAAAABF4/u5dYviFL7nY/s320/IMG_0980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620461443941155330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-2237543978828932634?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/2237543978828932634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=2237543978828932634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2237543978828932634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2237543978828932634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-got-blue-ball-downbut.html' title='WE GOT THE BLUE BALL DOWN!...........but'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3pKQDuoDWXE/Tf_j55_kQgI/AAAAAAAABF4/u5dYviFL7nY/s72-c/IMG_0980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-7633418354447245421</id><published>2011-06-20T17:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:07:14.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking on the boys........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Tk8ATJvb-8/Tf_ephcKRLI/AAAAAAAABFw/NCxjHMlU7Wk/s1600/IMG_0977.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Tk8ATJvb-8/Tf_ephcKRLI/AAAAAAAABFw/NCxjHMlU7Wk/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620455664914154674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ball stuck in tree......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLIRJk8Oceo/Tf_epERcktI/AAAAAAAABFo/bjBr2jhNbYw/s1600/IMG_0978.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLIRJk8Oceo/Tf_epERcktI/AAAAAAAABFo/bjBr2jhNbYw/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620455657084588754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan says:  "Look Grandma Marlys, Marky is trying to get the ball out of the tree."  To which I say:  "By throwing another ball after it?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr4mheb11b4/Tf_eohu8xGI/AAAAAAAABFg/eB7FKwha4eE/s1600/IMG_0975.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr4mheb11b4/Tf_eohu8xGI/AAAAAAAABFg/eB7FKwha4eE/s320/IMG_0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620455647813092450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marky:  "I am going to throw it now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9OLuLdqfaU/Tf_eoEVU13I/AAAAAAAABFY/t9ccaoLPrn4/s1600/IMG_0976.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9OLuLdqfaU/Tf_eoEVU13I/AAAAAAAABFY/t9ccaoLPrn4/s320/IMG_0976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620455639920990066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marky continues:  "Ready?  You guys watch where it lands." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfpV6RWq0yI/Tf_en1Z6YTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Wt_GPUtsObU/s1600/IMG_0967.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfpV6RWq0yI/Tf_en1Z6YTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Wt_GPUtsObU/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620455635913695538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marky whispers to Stephen:  "What do you say we just wait here while THEY look for it".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-7633418354447245421?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/7633418354447245421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=7633418354447245421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7633418354447245421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7633418354447245421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/checking-on-boys.html' title='Checking on the boys........'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Tk8ATJvb-8/Tf_ephcKRLI/AAAAAAAABFw/NCxjHMlU7Wk/s72-c/IMG_0977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6818599036021161735</id><published>2011-06-20T16:53:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:16:08.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjVcFLK_nFk/Tf-1qohXnqI/AAAAAAAABFI/vq5TWPPJaKU/s1600/IMG_0966.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMP5BrPcH5g/Tf-z5nvIYkI/AAAAAAAABE4/Qy2yEoKHUTM/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BCopy%2Bof%2BIMG_0964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeoI3OqkD4c/Tf-z6HvDcFI/AAAAAAAABFA/6vUR_OQfUgo/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_0964.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeoI3OqkD4c/Tf-z6HvDcFI/AAAAAAAABFA/6vUR_OQfUgo/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_0964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620408671071858770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only gave them a little over an hour to do their video game because I am going to watch &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; shows at three. For a game they could all play, they chose Rock Band, which worked out great because Marky showed up just as they were getting started. It worked out even better when they wanted to do a Beatles Tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine......" Even Grandma Marlys could sing along!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjVcFLK_nFk/Tf-1qohXnqI/AAAAAAAABFI/vq5TWPPJaKU/s320/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620410604018179746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The band played about half an hour and now are gone outside. Grandma Marlys gets to eat her big salad in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yum......lots of greens, shredded carrots and broccoli, sliced minibella's, grape tomatoes, Western dressing, and blazing hot peanuts! Oh, did I say 'yum' yet.....well, you just can't say it too many times with 'eats' like this.......giggles!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will check on the boys later to see what they are doing.  They may be 'out of sight' of this grandma but they're definitely NOT out of mind......(smiles).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-6818599036021161735?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6818599036021161735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6818599036021161735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6818599036021161735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6818599036021161735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-only-gave-them-little-over-hour-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMP5BrPcH5g/Tf-z5nvIYkI/AAAAAAAABE4/Qy2yEoKHUTM/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BCopy%2Bof%2BIMG_0964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6091552623192590906</id><published>2011-06-20T14:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:47:03.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, "Molly B"</title><content type='html'>Said it this morning on Facebook, but I am saying it again.....for those of you who don't do FB!  Ok, there is another reason:  an Aunt Molly moment.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three boys were playing in the living room, I was in the kitchen working on lunch.  I am not sure what the conversations was because I didn't start listening until Jorden says:  "Ethan Tate Barnes".  Ethan replies with:  "How do YOU know my middle name?".  To which Jorden replies:  "I heard Aunt Nellie call you that when she was here for the wedding!"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, laughter ensued.....from me, from Ethan, and I even think Stephen got it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have told Jorden that he might want to take a refresher course in the names of his new Aunts...like before Aunt Molly gets back here in July.  He was so cute about it, insisting he knows her name but it just 'popped' out wrong!&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/4004859879801815410-6091552623192590906?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6091552623192590906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6091552623192590906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6091552623192590906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6091552623192590906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-molly-b.html' title='Happy Birthday, &quot;Molly B&quot;'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-2851355099499069271</id><published>2011-06-20T13:44:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:29:41.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAsqeMMjkVU/Tf-sMxsWFuI/AAAAAAAABEI/coYtM1uOF-Q/s1600/IMG_0963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAsqeMMjkVU/Tf-sMxsWFuI/AAAAAAAABEI/coYtM1uOF-Q/s320/IMG_0963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620400195479410402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, lunch is over.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, it looks like I only fed two of them.....but this is one of those rare occasions when Grandma Marlys allows 'restaurant style' lunching.  Ethan wanted a turkey sandwich, so it didn't need to be on the grill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a fashion, I told them they could play a game that would allow ALL three to participate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding one was no small feat.....all the usual video games they play can only play two at a time....only two controllers. Three boys, two controllers......what kind of a plan is that?&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/4004859879801815410-2851355099499069271?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/2851355099499069271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=2851355099499069271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2851355099499069271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2851355099499069271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/afternoon-entertainment.html' title='Afternoon Entertainment'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAsqeMMjkVU/Tf-sMxsWFuI/AAAAAAAABEI/coYtM1uOF-Q/s72-c/IMG_0963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-7926575596242954462</id><published>2011-06-20T12:25:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:10:35.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip back home was like horses heading for the barn......</title><content type='html'>Today I took Ethan, Jorden, and Stephen for a walk......amidst their objections, of course (giggles)!&lt;div&gt;First, to decide which directions we were going to walk, Stephen chooses West.  However, I was the only one who had any idea which direction that was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, across the street and down the side walk....it was like herding turtles...that is, after I got them ALL in front of me.  Uncertain of where we were going, they discussed crossing back to the other side of the street and going to the 'bar'....which is actually J&amp;amp;J's Party Store.  When asked if they had any money....they said 'we thought we'd use yours'.....typical.  But Grandma Marlys was smart enough not to bring any money, so we stayed right where we were and kept on 'trucking on down the sidewalk'....yes, they imitated trucks after I said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, after almost 25 minutes and a bunch of other silly stuff, we arrived at the school playground.  I headed straight for the swings, as did they.  After a couple minutes, Ethan said, 'Grandma Marlys, I didn't know you were so much fun'.  Awe.......way to butter me up Ethan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a fashion, Stephen headed for the slide, the other two followed, and I found a picnic table. In about 15 minutes of watching them 'playing around and bumping each other' a couple older boys showed up with a basketball.  I was ready to leave, but decided they would enjoy playing with others, so I just watched.  Soon a teenage girl walked up to me and asked if I was their mom.  I confessed to being their grandmother and we chatted for a little while.  Then she went to play with the two young girls who had come over to the playground earlier with the boys.  It appeared they were all her siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing there watching, I began to size up the ball game.  From a distance it looked like every time Ethan got the ball, it got taken away from him.  I walked over to talk to him about it and he told me 'I am the ref'!  Who knew....looked more like he was not getting a turn to me....giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon we were heading back home.  While at the playground I had thought there was some rain activity, but it was so sparse that I decided it wasn't happening.  Not happening that is until we where within sight of the house.....then we got wet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we, rather they, ran from tree to tree, dodging the mud puddles.....until they saw Grandma Marlys walking right through them....'Hey boys, I have 'water' shoes on; you don't!'....after which they started dodging the puddles again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has only been 10 minutes since we left the play ground and like 'horses heading for the barn, we are now all together at a drive across from Venice Street, where we cross the road.  They are all excited to get in the house ahead of me so they can play video games......but, I am ahead of them on that thought.....(I had said they could play when it was raining' but, the rain is over.......'oh, man'.)  Somebody comes up with the idea of playing left-handed-batting baseball.  Good, that will keep them outside for a while and I can get lunch ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-7926575596242954462?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/7926575596242954462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=7926575596242954462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7926575596242954462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7926575596242954462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip-back-home-was-like-horses-heading.html' title='Trip back home was like horses heading for the barn......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6125452551589895954</id><published>2011-06-20T08:47:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:32:14.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelica and 'some' of her siblings.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRFGdcXqbCI/Tf_9WlEjqHI/AAAAAAAABHA/piny30itMOs/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRFGdcXqbCI/Tf_9WlEjqHI/AAAAAAAABHA/piny30itMOs/s400/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620489424331843698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I took Angelica home yesterday I asked to get a picture of these four kids. It was NO small feat...but I think these pictures show their personalities the best. Renee came up with the 'line up' theme. Pretty neat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan road back with me and we talked about his 'memory'.  He hadn't seen the twins in a long time and didn't really recognize them.  We talked about how Ali and   Isaac are Angelica's sister and brother but not his; he seemed to get it.  He talked about Ali walking right up to him and 'looking at him right in the eyes'.  I laughed, "She does have the cutest grin when she does that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he asked "did you see what Isaac did whe&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;n he saw me?" I said, "you mean shake your hand and then hug you?" "Yeah", Ethan said. Then he said, "I think they are really good friends to me. No other kids I know do that when I don't see them for a really long time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Awe, how sweet.....brings tears to my eyes again today.  So, keep scrolling to see the rest of the pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWgHMgVzjRc/Tf_9WJmC6WI/AAAAAAAABG4/pTQjiquV8IU/s400/IMG_0948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NgOybMNqmfw/Tf_9V5lRmuI/AAAAAAAABGw/af5nt8Gmx6M/s1600/IMG_0949.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NgOybMNqmfw/Tf_9V5lRmuI/AAAAAAAABGw/af5nt8Gmx6M/s400/IMG_0949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620489412657912546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnTRCJNYm9I/Tf9B6QdqvtI/AAAAAAAABDw/QpZQigsaKw4/s1600/IMG_0957.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnTRCJNYm9I/Tf9B6QdqvtI/AAAAAAAABDw/QpZQigsaKw4/s400/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620283329089289938" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4004859879801815410-6125452551589895954?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6125452551589895954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6125452551589895954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6125452551589895954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6125452551589895954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/angelica-and-some-of-her-siblings.html' title='Angelica and &apos;some&apos; of her siblings.....'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRFGdcXqbCI/Tf_9WlEjqHI/AAAAAAAABHA/piny30itMOs/s72-c/IMG_0954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4599644806467528612</id><published>2011-06-19T21:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:02:05.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Gives 'Keep it Between the Lines' a WHOLE New Meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1A1lkCJrPd4/Tf9K4lyCaRI/AAAAAAAABEA/wCo7mOCWql8/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an intense drive to take Angelica home!  It's race weekend and Angelica needs to be home so she will be ready for 'work' tomorrow.  She watches Alexandria and Isaac during the week while her Mom and Brett work.  So, off to Adrian we go.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive was uneventful, until we got to Brooklyn.  Police were redirecting traffic to the West at Brooklyn Road and M50.  I turned around at Country Market and headed back to M124.  Nice leisurely drive, that is until we got to US12.  Two cones straight out from the left turn lane and State Police sitting on the right.  I quickly decided to turn right and go down the road until I figured out which 'lane' was mine.  Ok, got it......made my left turn into a drive and headed back East to Tipton Highway to take Angelica home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easier said than done.  Driving straddling the line gave me a spaced out feeling and the words 'keep it between the lines' played over and over in my head.  Good news is this is the only stretch of road I will travel today that has cones.....for we took Sharon Hallow Road to get home.  Be sure and ask Ethan how he felt about that.....insisted that he was NEVER going to see Napoleon Road again!  Silly boy, I have my GPS right beside me.......giggles (maybe somebody, like Aunt Mary, has told him that it's no guarantee I won't get lost....LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-4599644806467528612?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4599644806467528612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4599644806467528612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4599644806467528612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4599644806467528612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-gives-keep-it-between-lines-whole.html' title='This Gives &apos;Keep it Between the Lines&apos; a WHOLE New Meaning'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1A1lkCJrPd4/Tf9K4lyCaRI/AAAAAAAABEA/wCo7mOCWql8/s72-c/IMG_0959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1305028895717924636</id><published>2011-06-18T00:57:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:30:22.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Am OFFICIALLY Retired.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friday, June 17, 2011:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my final direct deposit from Masco Cabinetry today so now I consider that I am officially retired and I can stop being 'on vacation'.  I think my family here and at 221 will appreciate that!  We are growing a pretty healthy weed crop right now which keeps the plants and flowers we want to show case from flourishing.  I picked up Angelica tonight around midnight and, for now, we are hanging out for a while before bed.  Weeds can wait until morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday, June 18, 2011:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, not going to think much about weeds as the rest of the family, Karen and the three boys, have gone camping for the night so we are, as Angelica put it:  'feeling the love' and determined to stay up as if we were sleeping in tents.  Silly isn't it ?  I know I am going to feel the 'silly' in the morning.  I have already been up 19 hours with maybe 30 minutes nap in 10 minute intervals throughout the day!  I am getting too old for this kind of stuff.....giggles!  Angelica is playing some kind of 'shoot 'em up military game and looks settled in for the duration.  I am typing with one eye open and feeling the urge to put my head down.  Better get going before .....zzzzzzzzzzz  (too late!)&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/4004859879801815410-1305028895717924636?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1305028895717924636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1305028895717924636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1305028895717924636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1305028895717924636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/now-i-am-officially-retired.html' title='Now I Am OFFICIALLY Retired.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5158439664017474384</id><published>2011-06-15T18:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:55:26.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'If You Don't Have Any Plans'..........A Day of Awakening for Grandma Marlys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9l1u6yW_Ejs/TfoUOfImsFI/AAAAAAAABDg/XH3rjq267kk/s1600/DSC_0201.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9l1u6yW_Ejs/TfoUOfImsFI/AAAAAAAABDg/XH3rjq267kk/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618825724206428242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indeed it was.  This is my first official Grandma Day since retiring and I am excited and a little apprehensive.  After all, Jorden already told his Mom the last day of school that it was the worst day of his life......in anticipation of being home with Grandma Marlys....LOL  I do have an effect on little children!  But, the other grandma's have covered all the days since school got out, so now it's my turn.&lt;div&gt;I got up around 7:50 AM and right away wondered why I hadn't heard Karen and the boys.  When I read the note I was relieved, believing they were asleep in the bedroom here at my house and convenienced they didn't make the usual noise because they didn't want me to put them to work......giggles.  The pancake mix was on the counter so again, I believed Karen had fed them breakfast....very quietly and without evidence of anybody even eating here this morning.  Very strange I thought........(Oh WHEN will my brain wake up......).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just about then, Stephen and Jorden came through my back door and my brain awoke with a startle!  How did they get from this bedroom and out the door.  And, why were they wearing their baseball uniforms again....they don't have another game until Thursday?  So I asked them.  'Oh, we were asleep at 221 and just woke up to come over here', Jorden said.  I am so confused but glad they haven't gotten into any trouble 'on my watch'......yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am only slightly amused by what happened later, after I told them they couldn't stay inside all day and play 'video' games.  'Ok, Grandma Marlys, we won't'.  They went outside all right.....across the yard, through the fence row and into 221 to play 'video' games over there.  You fooled me once, boys......but I have your number now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyway.....Doug just came and picked them up for the night.  What a couple of tricksters they were today......gotta love 'em!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-5158439664017474384?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5158439664017474384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5158439664017474384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5158439664017474384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5158439664017474384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-you-dont-have-any-plansa-day-of.html' title='&apos;If You Don&apos;t Have Any Plans&apos;..........A Day of Awakening for Grandma Marlys'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9l1u6yW_Ejs/TfoUOfImsFI/AAAAAAAABDg/XH3rjq267kk/s72-c/DSC_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-7185860781970413739</id><published>2011-06-14T19:03:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T12:34:39.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Marlys.....Where Are My Baseball Clothes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUxuJRFwP3s/TfouDWEM0nI/AAAAAAAABDo/NqJTvTXkbYA/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUxuJRFwP3s/TfouDWEM0nI/AAAAAAAABDo/NqJTvTXkbYA/s400/DSC_0202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618854120095797874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's see......was Grandma Marlys the last one to WEAR them?  I think not!  But, I suspect their Mom told them to ask me because she knew I had washed their uniforms today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite that fact, I just can't stop laughing......in both cases (separately) ....when Stephen asked me and then when Jorden asked me, they were standing right beside the uniforms.  It still makes me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I wonder, at what age does the 'male of the species' learn to be observant.....giggles......(wink!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-7185860781970413739?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/7185860781970413739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=7185860781970413739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7185860781970413739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7185860781970413739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/grandma-marlyswhere-are-my-baseball.html' title='Grandma Marlys.....Where Are My Baseball Clothes?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUxuJRFwP3s/TfouDWEM0nI/AAAAAAAABDo/NqJTvTXkbYA/s72-c/DSC_0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3959102919357907787</id><published>2011-06-14T14:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:27:33.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Family and Friends on Facebook</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me today that I should probably apologize to those of you I 'catch' on Facebook Chat.   This is what I think is happening to me:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going through ECWS (Electronic Communications Withdrawal Syndrome).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, I believe this to be a legitimate 'disease' that was brought on by retirement.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still having trouble adjusting, especially between 6 PM and 10 PM, to not being in front of a computer....typing, typing, typing.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I think I will get over it soon.....Molly will be here in about three weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It will be like shock therapy I am sure...giggles.  (Love you Molly--OXOXOXOX)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3959102919357907787?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3959102919357907787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3959102919357907787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3959102919357907787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3959102919357907787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/note-to-family-and-friends-on-facebook.html' title='Note to Family and Friends on Facebook'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-8986437862612837374</id><published>2011-06-14T10:59:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:30:39.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, YOU!  Get Away From My Fledgling.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoyQAG2ggj8/Tfd7UwCTJ_I/AAAAAAAABBY/vAdFiJnXf-Y/s1600/DSC_0199.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoyQAG2ggj8/Tfd7UwCTJ_I/AAAAAAAABBY/vAdFiJnXf-Y/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618094656590129138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3OAFH5ozcw/Tfd6QXs1jKI/AAAAAAAABBQ/SYGl1is-p5I/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3OAFH5ozcw/Tfd6QXs1jKI/AAAAAAAABBQ/SYGl1is-p5I/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618093481826552994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that sure sounded like what he was chirping about!  Sorry Papa, it only a camera.  I wouldn't even know there was a baby bird out here if you didn't sit on the fence so much.  Yes, up in that tree I never would have seen you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went out the back door to take some pictures, I saw the Mama bird fly off to get food.  I think she told her baby to be really still and not say a word because it took me a long time to even find it.  Nice job, Mama and Papa, keeping your baby safe.  And, nice job, Baby, minding what you are told.&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/4004859879801815410-8986437862612837374?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8986437862612837374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=8986437862612837374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8986437862612837374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8986437862612837374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-you-get-away-from-my-fledgling.html' title='Hey, YOU!  Get Away From My Fledgling.....'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoyQAG2ggj8/Tfd7UwCTJ_I/AAAAAAAABBY/vAdFiJnXf-Y/s72-c/DSC_0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-2954486590509354405</id><published>2011-06-13T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:16:28.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And NOW, the Rest of the Story.......</title><content type='html'>Ok, probably should 'nap out' (that's supposed to be '&lt;b&gt;m&lt;/b&gt;ap out') a route before I embark on my journey......hindsight is always 20/20!&lt;div&gt;Someone suggested last week that a 5 minute walk would be to Aaron's and back...through the fence row, that is.   So I figured that was a good place to start.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning air was cool so I just kept on going to Ninth Street.  Left, then I thought I would go to Huggins and around the block.  But the road just kept calling me and I 'remembered' a street where I could cut across.  Thinking that I would walk until I was 'half tired', that would get me back home feeling good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I do feel good.....BUT (there always seems to be a 'but').....that cut-across-street I 'remembered' was almost to Page Ave....Broad Street by name.  So left on Broad BUT (there it is again) as I'm walking past the swamp and the 'three leaf ivy' and the empty 'spirits' bottles and cans, the road seems to be curving away from home.....and I am at my 'half tired' limit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I see a really WIDE piece of payment, perhaps a road, on the left ahead.  It is Eighth Street.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me see, I remember 8th Street....where DOES that come out, I wonder?  I just can't remember.  Either walking is giving me too much oxygen or too little 'cause Eighth Street comes out the other side of the Sewage Filter Station, which is the other side of my side yard!  DAH....I can see it from my living room! So, at least give me credit for recognizing the name....please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make it home and I find I am not worn out, just relieved.  Tomorrow is another chance to 'explore'.  I think tonight I might make a list of the streets around me so they are easy to recognize.......whether I am getting too much or to little oxygen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-2954486590509354405?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/2954486590509354405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=2954486590509354405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2954486590509354405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2954486590509354405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-now-rest-of-story.html' title='And NOW, the Rest of the Story.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-7883451952148205369</id><published>2011-06-13T09:19:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:10:01.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Put One Foot Infront of the Other, and Soon You 'll Be Walking Out the Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The weather is cooperating, still cool outsid&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e and I am lovin' it. After last night's really fun time and laughing so much, I am feeling GOOD. Besides, I've got this ache behind my left knee and I think walking will help iron it out....either that or it will make it bad enough to get it looked at. You know me, wait until it's almost 'cured' before I find out what is going on.....giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgOMGtsIdE4/TfjkU3TdyvI/AAAAAAAABDA/ClEc8fEATq8/s1600/DSC_0191.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgOMGtsIdE4/TfjkU3TdyvI/AAAAAAAABDA/ClEc8fEATq8/s400/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618491582238804722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had thought about taking Ike with me, Lord knows he needs exercise just a much as I do, but he has no tags and after a quick look, I didn't find his collar nor his leash, so I will check with Karen when she gets home from work for those things.  Besides, he doesn't look all that enthused about going for a walk anyway......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-7883451952148205369?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/7883451952148205369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=7883451952148205369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7883451952148205369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7883451952148205369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/put-one-foot-infront-of-other-and-soon.html' title='Put One Foot Infront of the Other, and Soon You &apos;ll Be Walking Out the Door'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgOMGtsIdE4/TfjkU3TdyvI/AAAAAAAABDA/ClEc8fEATq8/s72-c/DSC_0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3833656643190784223</id><published>2011-06-12T12:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T15:41:34.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEBOOK.....Another Frustrating Communications 'TOOL'</title><content type='html'>Ok, I don't really like Facebook (no big secret there).....BUT, I can see the merits and I would like to use it to communicate specific sentiments as they might arise.&lt;div&gt;Like today, I wanted to wish Steve and Chelsea Knierum Happy Anniversary.  Because (and I am not sure, but I think this is the reason: I don't have something set up correctly....perhaps groups?) I had to find the email confirmation I received when we became friends on Facebook to get to his link to post my 'Happy' wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it should probably be a lot easier than that.....so any advice you can give, other than log out of the computer and don't turn it on again.....would be greatfully appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3833656643190784223?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3833656643190784223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3833656643190784223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3833656643190784223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3833656643190784223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/facebookanother-frustrating.html' title='FACEBOOK.....Another Frustrating Communications &apos;TOOL&apos;'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-2745187327233451744</id><published>2011-06-11T21:44:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:06:06.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Zachary -- Great Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK3a5bNKQIU/TffB3wFMA-I/AAAAAAAABB4/OSQ_1ZSeWxA/s200/DSC_0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_vT7dmP078/Tfe-qf4pd_I/AAAAAAAABBo/GI-Z79b2GmM/s200/DSC_0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had an open house on each side of the family, Heimerdinger andRichardson.  Mom and Ruth went to Kelsey's open house and Phil, Mary, and I went to Cedar Springs to Zach's Open House. These are some of the pics from our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTwAnGkUP8E/Tfe9pAZ8vHI/AAAAAAAABBg/DWLmUrN0MEA/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTwAnGkUP8E/Tfe9pAZ8vHI/AAAAAAAABBg/DWLmUrN0MEA/s200/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618167572349107314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NzSNMKMU9q4/Tfe_nhKmFWI/AAAAAAAABBw/g_bc0NS1Wuc/s200/DSC_0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Phil had a great time....first in line for food ('somebody has to be first'), then to the swings for a little exercise.  Start by adjusting the chains...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--h6wTxCNh5E/TffJJKl1pQI/AAAAAAAABCA/ozOc5i9UwvQ/s200/DSC_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CaWanrIp06Y/TffN3cjX4NI/AAAAAAAABCI/KsK5oyJXhjo/s200/DSC_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then swing and swing until you remember what is was like when you were a kid!  Giggles, actually that is Rogan but even watching it in person it looked like Phil went back in time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wr3whwHnSQ/TffPUJfMloI/AAAAAAAABCQ/dv9RnFZZAtc/s200/DSC_0119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUuDI_-z38A/TffQ6DZyp3I/AAAAAAAABCY/GiZoIXIoHAc/s200/DSC_0121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After Phil gave up his swing to Rogan, they both really began to have fun.  Kristy, don't look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tT_yjKcIip8/TffUf9ZbcmI/AAAAAAAABCw/ljHSg37oDds/s200/DSC_0125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Psi-hiw9vLY/TffUfToQ62I/AAAAAAAABCo/x4aQ342EaNc/s200/DSC_0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MaLiok3Poq0/TffUe5TkgKI/AAAAAAAABCg/k-gYOSHPHWo/s200/DSC_0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7TP_O9f06Q/TffX259NOtI/AAAAAAAABC4/0WrEkwFZMz4/s200/DSC_0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-2745187327233451744?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/2745187327233451744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=2745187327233451744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2745187327233451744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2745187327233451744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/congrats-zachary-great-party.html' title='Congrats Zachary -- Great Party!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK3a5bNKQIU/TffB3wFMA-I/AAAAAAAABB4/OSQ_1ZSeWxA/s72-c/DSC_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1098882322137484537</id><published>2011-06-11T08:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:50:14.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is World Wide Knit in Public Day</title><content type='html'>Ok, forgive me if I seem a little dense, but they need a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for that?  It's made to sound like an indecent public display of some kind.&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe it's the needles....they can be dangerous if not used properly......I can see that.  So, does it mean that there will be extra law enforcement persons on duty for today while more people knit in public?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this makes me wonder what else I have missed by not taking the time to actually read the email from JoAnn Fabrics I have received over the years.......(smiles while chuckling and sighs............)&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/4004859879801815410-1098882322137484537?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1098882322137484537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1098882322137484537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1098882322137484537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1098882322137484537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-is-world-wide-knit-in-public-day.html' title='Today is World Wide Knit in Public Day'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1173209981909286100</id><published>2011-06-03T23:02:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:31:15.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So They Call THIS Retirement?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, it's a start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am not retiring from working all together.....have you seen my car, my yard, my house.....LOL  (Keep your comments civil....this is a 'Family Show' you know ....giggles.) I am just leaving the employment of Merillat, well Masco Cabinetry, where I started just a little over 28 years ago.  At a time when most of the 'guys' I work with now were either little ' pipsqueaks' (I know that because they are BIG 'pipsqueaks' now) or they weren't born yet...some for several years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Though I didn't breakdown in front of the group, that last image of Chad and Jason walking me down the hallway, then opening the doors and standing there while I walked away made me 'wobbly'.  My knees went weak and my elbows turned to jelly.  They went back in the building, back to business as usual, but I stood with my camera equipment on the trunk of my car and fumbled to get the key in the door, unlock it, put the equipment in, and sort of fall in myself.  I sat there with tears slowly rolling down my face......then I began to think...'wait a minute, you are a long way from home.  Better pull yourself together and hit the road.  There'll be plenty of time for sentimental blubbering once you get there!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The quickest route was through the gate at the South entrance, so I took it and then a left turn down Dixboro to Plymouth Road.  Left again and South on US23 to the Saline Exit.  My plan was to stop at my Mom's on the way home.  Everything was going fine until I sort of became conscience that to my immediate right was the Saline exit ramp and &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; was still on 23.  A quick calculation and I figured I'd just take some other westerly exit on down the road a ways.  I finally decided on Exit 17 to Tecumseh....M50 goes right by Mom's.  Besides, I wanted to check on an anti-gravity chair at Cabela's.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you have any idea how far it is to exit 17?  LOL, by the time I got there I was too tired to do anything BUT keep on heading home.  Somehow I managed to get on down the road and stop at Mom's.  Ruth, Ashley, Denver, Mom, and Phil were all there and we had a nice visit.  We rehashed the party last night and are still in awe of what a nice time it was.....memories that 'roasted' me and all.  Ok, so mostly my family liked the 'memories that roasted me'....that, and the food was good too!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-1173209981909286100?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1173209981909286100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1173209981909286100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1173209981909286100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1173209981909286100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-they-call-this-retirement.html' title='So They Call THIS Retirement?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1396592990907387871</id><published>2011-06-02T17:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:01:03.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Going to do Between 5 and the Party?</title><content type='html'>Everyone seems to be worried as I have heard this question over and over.  I really didn't know for sure but there were lots of possibilities:&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  Finish clearing out my desk.  I will be 'working' out of Ann Arbor tomorrow so I need to load up all the odds and ends tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  Take a nap.  I have been getting up around 5:30 AM every day this week and running on adrenaline.  Now I am getting really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  Go shopping, which requires money, so that's out of the question!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  Just chill and try not to get too emotional....now, THAT'S a plan I should probably give some serious consideration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had brought a clean shirt with me because each day this week I have gotten something on the front of my top while I was eating lunch.  I figured today would be the perfect time to have it happen again......but it didn't.  Nonetheless, I decide to change.  So I go to the restroom and use the handicap stall because there is more room.  I hang my purse on the hook, then start to take off my shirt.   While I am maneuvering my arms around to get my top off, my hand bumps the slider, the door swings open and I am standing there all tangled up in my shirt.  I feel for the door and get it closed.....what a sight that must have been!  Luckily I am all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished with changing, I am now brushing my hair and putting on my earrings.  When I lay my brush down I bump my glasses which are laying on the counter and they slide into the sink.  I reach in to retrieve them forgetting that the water turns on by a motion sensor....and get my hand, part of my sleeve, and my glasses wet during the process.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew retirement wouldn't be easy but getting to the party.....I thought that would be a piece of cake.        HELP....I need a keeper!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-1396592990907387871?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1396592990907387871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1396592990907387871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1396592990907387871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1396592990907387871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-are-you-going-to-do-between-5-and.html' title='What Are You Going to do Between 5 and the Party?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1859779477732413005</id><published>2011-06-02T12:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:52:55.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day to Go........</title><content type='html'>Today is my next to the last day at MC before retirement.  The building in Adrian is bursting with people...those who work out of this building and those who are here for my party.&lt;div&gt;Chad, Jason, Kyle, Nick, Zach, Brett, JMac, Ryan, Manny, CB, Ken have all stopped by (there are sweet rolls to be had).  Heather, Sarah, Valerie are here too.  So many others stop by to say 'Hi' and wish me well.  Of course, the 'roasting' has already begun.  If this is the sample, I can't wait to here what they have to say tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-1859779477732413005?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1859779477732413005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1859779477732413005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1859779477732413005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1859779477732413005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-day-to-go.html' title='One Day to Go........'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-9059713332719159556</id><published>2011-05-11T23:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:34:53.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Mother's Day to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What an exciting night this has been!  The 'friendly skies' brought the girls home to Michigan and the plan to suprise Aaron was a real hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrJV8wSVOjY/Tfnya193i8I/AAAAAAAABDQ/k8BR4aqj-c8/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I came SO close to having all three of my kids home for Mother's Day!  I am thinking since Aaron was a baby......but can it really be THAT long?  No mind, it felt wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i56ZbANSbDg/Tfn3n65bZ6I/AAAAAAAABDY/8HevIyBvDXE/s320/Me%2Band%2BKids%2Bat%2BWedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-9059713332719159556?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/9059713332719159556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=9059713332719159556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/9059713332719159556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/9059713332719159556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-belated-mothers-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Belated Mother&apos;s Day to Me!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrJV8wSVOjY/Tfnya193i8I/AAAAAAAABDQ/k8BR4aqj-c8/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-653718635673690102</id><published>2011-04-20T23:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:27:33.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the ODDs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today, April 20, 2011, I was curious about Mark Harmon’s (NCIS) age, so I googled him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One of the sites I connected to listed Kristen Nelson (his sister), so I clicked on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;While scanning through her life, I started reading: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Marriage to Rick Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;….. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;During the winter holiday season of 1962-63, the couple announced their engagement, and were married on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;April 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, 1963, in St. Martin of Tours Church in Hollywood before 400 guests in a 30-minute Catholic ceremony".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What are the ODDS….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-653718635673690102?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/653718635673690102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=653718635673690102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/653718635673690102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/653718635673690102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-are-odds.html' title='What are the ODDs?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-2305761960801454025</id><published>2010-09-14T23:04:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:14:50.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Puzzled until my Puzzler is Sore.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and, this is what I came up with--a GREAT day is:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;when your Mom leaves a voice message on your birthday and talks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incisively&lt;/span&gt; about your daughter........then calls back an hour or so later to wish you happy birthday, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; so hard, and so did Molly when I told her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you receive 17 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; birthday wishes and you don't even like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you arrive at work and your boss, a Network tech, and two voices over the wall sing 'happy birthday' to you....each person, one phrase at a time! (Boy do I wish my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; camera was handy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;when your son remembers, but it isn't convenient to call, twice, then the third time, he calls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-2305761960801454025?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/2305761960801454025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=2305761960801454025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2305761960801454025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2305761960801454025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-puzzled-until-my-puzzler-is-sore.html' title='I&apos;ve Puzzled until my Puzzler is Sore.........'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1259646512300286785</id><published>2010-09-14T10:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:55:33.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday....have a GREAT day.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well thanks, to one and all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now.....I am wondering what a GREAT day is; and would I recognize it if I had one....let me ponder that awhile and get back to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-1259646512300286785?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1259646512300286785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1259646512300286785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1259646512300286785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1259646512300286785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthdayhave-great-day.html' title='Happy Birthday....have a GREAT day.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-2694490636010505092</id><published>2009-11-08T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:57:04.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna help.....please Grandma Marlys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ok Ethan, you can prepare the soil to plant bulbs so I can see them out the kitchen window in the Spring".   (I figured that was the least danger he could do with a shovel and, since he was the only one helping me today, the most he could do that would help too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He was to 'spade the dirt' 'just turn it over and take out any weeds you see'.  I showed him how and he understood.  Then, I went to the end of the house to move the Iris back from the sidewalk.  After a very few minutes I decided to get the camera and take a picture.....he was sooooo proud!  And, the hole he dug was big....do you remember me saying I wanted a hole.....that is when I decided that putting a shovel in male hands, no matter what their age, can only mean you will probably have to redo the project.  But, this Grandma knew that she was only giving him busy work and he did a fine job filling in the hole and proceeding down the fence with the rest of the digging.  Only thing is, after another 7 or 8 minutes, he was tired!  BIG suprise there..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-2694490636010505092?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/2694490636010505092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=2694490636010505092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2694490636010505092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2694490636010505092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna-helpplease-grandma-marlys.html' title='I wanna help.....please Grandma Marlys'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-101455500436806581</id><published>2009-11-01T21:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:02:09.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, get away from my trunk.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here are the crocus waiting to be covered......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5fLw2WLyI/AAAAAAAAA_U/X-sLTEUkzxo/s320/DSC_7450.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399357658959851298" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And here is today's finished project (those are oak leaves serving as mulch...and they make a cool way to decorate too.  Later this week I will plant the rest of the bulbs and 'mulch' some more.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5fMHQfLYI/AAAAAAAAA_c/wj2mdqr_0wg/s320/DSC_7451.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399357664975072642" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I spent most of my day planting flower bulbs at Aaron's.  I had company during my stint at Aaron's....well, not helping me but helping himself!  Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture....but let me tell you what went down:  there was a squirrel, a very healthy looking squirrel, up on his hind legs reaching up into my trunk where the bulbs were sitting.  I yelled 'hey'; he got down but just stood there looking at me.  Not until I started toward him did he take off!  But he only went as far as Aaron's mailbox where he sat looking at me again.  Brasin' brat anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I went back to planting and as I covered the bulbs I got to thinking......what if he digs them up....brasin' brat.  When I told Karen and Aaron, they assured me 'squirrels don't dig'.  I was convinced they were right until I remembered a squirrel in Adrian who dug holes in my flower boxes and buried black walnuts in the dirt.....nice try you guys!  Somebody better keep that squirrel at bay or I'm getting a sign, 'No squirrels allowed'.......I just hope he can read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-101455500436806581?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/101455500436806581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=101455500436806581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/101455500436806581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/101455500436806581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-get-away-from-my-trunk.html' title='Hey, get away from my trunk.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5fLw2WLyI/AAAAAAAAA_U/X-sLTEUkzxo/s72-c/DSC_7450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6918099078268176561</id><published>2009-10-31T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:59:08.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Trick or Treaters.....BOO HOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jorden, Ethan, Stephen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5LfQ9CWzI/AAAAAAAAA_E/x9GyMLTZuQ8/s320/DSC_7412.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399336003762805554" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;They 'carved' these pumpkins:  Ethan, Jorden, Stephen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5Le0yJD5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/cfabfE_Vj6U/s1600-h/DSC_7465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5Le0yJD5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/cfabfE_Vj6U/s320/DSC_7465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399335996200914834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I 'decked out' the deck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5UJeRsBOI/AAAAAAAAA_M/3Gw0_WoHXwo/s320/DSC_7470.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399345524986610914" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Storm Trooper' Ethan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5LegtxY6I/AAAAAAAAA-0/x-aJX9FBUz4/s1600-h/DSC_7397.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5LegtxY6I/AAAAAAAAA-0/x-aJX9FBUz4/s1600-h/DSC_7397.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5LegtxY6I/AAAAAAAAA-0/x-aJX9FBUz4/s320/DSC_7397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399335990813877154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, there were  a couple Ninga's and a trooper from StarWars but they live here from time to time.  Apparently, the same reason that I was able to buy this house is the reason nobody comes when October 31st rolls around....it's rural.....too rural for little ghosts and goblins.  I am enjoying the pictures though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-6918099078268176561?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6918099078268176561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6918099078268176561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6918099078268176561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6918099078268176561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-trick-or-treatersboo-hoo.html' title='No Trick or Treaters.....BOO HOO'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Su5LfQ9CWzI/AAAAAAAAA_E/x9GyMLTZuQ8/s72-c/DSC_7412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3362883058143228560</id><published>2009-09-06T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:26:06.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SuWwL9pIx8I/AAAAAAAAA-k/ca9CC4qBneI/s1600-h/100_1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SuWwL9pIx8I/AAAAAAAAA-k/ca9CC4qBneI/s320/100_1147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396913448045561794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here it is!  (and most of the land too).  Aaron's house is through that 'dark spot' between the right end of the house and the swing set....sort of.  I will have more pictures when I get back from vacation.  Don't you just love it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3362883058143228560?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3362883058143228560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3362883058143228560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3362883058143228560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3362883058143228560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-this.html' title='Picture this!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SuWwL9pIx8I/AAAAAAAAA-k/ca9CC4qBneI/s72-c/100_1147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1369973550578047245</id><published>2009-08-26T21:45:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:24:17.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, It's Official.....and Very Moving.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;or so nearly so that Aaron has cut a hole in the fence!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are going to be 'backyard neighbors' in Michigan Center, Michigan. (Isn't that everybody's dream come true!) I am closing on a property with house on Monday, August 31st 2009 that is located adjacent to Aaron's house with property.....he's is at 221 Tipperary and I am at 210 Venice. A portion of our backyards butt up against each other and it lays out like this: I have more yard than house......Aaron has more house than yard. Together they are perfect, and all a part of the bigger plan to own the entire block.....giggles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will post pictures next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-1369973550578047245?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1369973550578047245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1369973550578047245' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1369973550578047245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1369973550578047245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-its-officialand-very-moving.html' title='Well, It&apos;s Official.....and Very Moving.....'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3039687682100548307</id><published>2009-08-18T19:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:12:36.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is IKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SotCZhXzJKI/AAAAAAAAA-c/txYuQ9a7o0A/s1600-h/DSC_5805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SotCZhXzJKI/AAAAAAAAA-c/txYuQ9a7o0A/s320/DSC_5805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371459986791802018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post is for Molly.   Molly, this is Ike.   I don't know what kind he is, how old he is, or where he got his name.  I do know that he only pays attention to chickens....that's why he has been exciled to Aaron's.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3039687682100548307?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3039687682100548307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3039687682100548307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3039687682100548307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3039687682100548307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-ike.html' title='This is IKE'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SotCZhXzJKI/AAAAAAAAA-c/txYuQ9a7o0A/s72-c/DSC_5805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6947162175379061922</id><published>2009-08-08T22:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:02:21.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's NOT a Boo-boo, that's dirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368165450431870050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sn-OCRCENGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/mgHkCpQqkLc/s200/DSC_5947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368165457622489586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sn-OCr0cWfI/AAAAAAAAA-U/OYyAqPuC3-c/s200/DSC_5771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's what Denver said earlier today when we were comparing 'boo-boos'. You couldn't even see his (which he giggled about) and mine is a bruse from having blood drawn (actually, she did not get any blood from this site but sure left her mark)!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-6947162175379061922?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6947162175379061922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6947162175379061922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6947162175379061922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6947162175379061922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-not-boo-boo-thats-dirt.html' title='That&apos;s NOT a Boo-boo, that&apos;s dirt!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sn-OCRCENGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/mgHkCpQqkLc/s72-c/DSC_5947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5871142458774908445</id><published>2009-07-25T19:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:31:54.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom says:  "I like this 'clunker law'!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SmuwJK9i5tI/AAAAAAAAA-E/2Ocvru88fgQ/s1600-h/100_6655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SmuwJK9i5tI/AAAAAAAAA-E/2Ocvru88fgQ/s400/100_6655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362573452922513106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Mom has been talking about getting a different car for some time (the JIMMY has left her beside the road more than once....and twice I was with her.  This particular time we were going to the cemetery.  Do you see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irony&lt;/span&gt;). So, &lt;b&gt;talking&lt;/b&gt; turned to &lt;b&gt;looking&lt;/b&gt;, and that has turned to &lt;b&gt;buying&lt;/b&gt; (looks like it was worth waiting for that 'clunker law'). Now she can feel confident (and me too) whenever she wants to 'Escape'......giggles. Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SmudmUn4drI/AAAAAAAAA98/mU6D6NxyCj4/s1600-h/100_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SmudmUn4drI/AAAAAAAAA98/mU6D6NxyCj4/s400/100_1105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362553063011284658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-5871142458774908445?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5871142458774908445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5871142458774908445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5871142458774908445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5871142458774908445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/07/mom-says-i-like-this-clunker-law.html' title='Mom says:  &quot;I like this &apos;clunker law&apos;!&quot;'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SmuwJK9i5tI/AAAAAAAAA-E/2Ocvru88fgQ/s72-c/100_6655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-7446619854637298603</id><published>2009-07-07T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:38:44.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it cake yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Keep an eye on the mail Molly.  Cake and frosting should be arriving soon (that is if the postal people let it leave Adrian.  Somebody was having a birthday and thought it would be perfect!) Ejoy and happy belated birthday.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-7446619854637298603?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/7446619854637298603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=7446619854637298603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7446619854637298603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7446619854637298603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-cake-yet.html' title='Is it cake yet?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-693366253019659533</id><published>2009-06-12T21:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:27:12.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out To The Ballgame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Well, it was more like 'I want to go to the 'play park'' for the kids.  But for me, I was there to see Devin play ball.  Here are some pics (Devin's number is 5, Scott coaches from the field, Amanda from the backstop, Denver from the dugout):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT5AZ9cZDI/AAAAAAAAA9M/s95a4Cp1KnU/s1600-h/100_6890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT5AZ9cZDI/AAAAAAAAA9M/s95a4Cp1KnU/s400/100_6890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347172442959537202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT5ALx9UkI/AAAAAAAAA9E/tS91SsugpEA/s1600-h/100_6917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT5ALx9UkI/AAAAAAAAA9E/tS91SsugpEA/s400/100_6917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347172439153267266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT4_x29-bI/AAAAAAAAA88/nN7rqrYbGhE/s1600-h/100_6920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT4_x29-bI/AAAAAAAAA88/nN7rqrYbGhE/s400/100_6920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347172432194959794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT4_lxphuI/AAAAAAAAA80/9_zNH409zwQ/s1600-h/100_6928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT4_lxphuI/AAAAAAAAA80/9_zNH409zwQ/s400/100_6928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347172428951422690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT4_fAwmuI/AAAAAAAAA8s/d25pcaQjyFg/s1600-h/100_6931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT4_fAwmuI/AAAAAAAAA8s/d25pcaQjyFg/s400/100_6931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347172427135752930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-693366253019659533?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/693366253019659533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=693366253019659533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/693366253019659533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/693366253019659533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take Me Out To The Ballgame'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjT5AZ9cZDI/AAAAAAAAA9M/s95a4Cp1KnU/s72-c/100_6890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-2946765829079445881</id><published>2009-06-01T23:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:21:56.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Has the Time Gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SiS19AUpz5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/iY5gCwW_C0w/s1600-h/100_6844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SiS19AUpz5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/iY5gCwW_C0w/s400/100_6844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342595117631524754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I thought I was going to get to blog tonight but it's getting late and I have to work a split shift tomorrow (9AM to 3:30PM and 8:30PM to 10PM) so I can attend Angelica's Spring Choir Concert - and to make sure we have all the coverage we need at the CSD.  So, all you get is a picture of the moon, well half of it, over the big pines at Aaron's.  This was taken Saturday evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-2946765829079445881?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/2946765829079445881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=2946765829079445881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2946765829079445881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2946765829079445881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where Has the Time Gone?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SiS19AUpz5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/iY5gCwW_C0w/s72-c/100_6844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6284010338434696094</id><published>2009-05-15T00:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:55:07.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The first of many over the next two years. I am getting some things around but not so anybody else would notice. I know that I am removing items from my storage unit because when I open the door now, nothing falls out ......and that a real PLUS! We are planning to run the sale in front of the garage, at Mom's, on M5o, over the Memorial Day weekend. There will be a few households contributing and I believe we are planning to just have fun! I am off for the three days only; AND, I am NOT OnCall. That alone promises to make the time fun, in and of itself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kim will be here on the 22nd so we won't be in his way as he 'does his thing' to Mom's house. Maybe I will get to see my son too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-6284010338434696094?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6284010338434696094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6284010338434696094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6284010338434696094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6284010338434696094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/05/garage-sale.html' title='Garage Sale'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-8702205027289640019</id><published>2009-05-10T21:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:03:54.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day in Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Here are some of the pictures taken of Mother's in Michigan on their special day.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334568215926094354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggxh1RdOhI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dZRnqIugMjc/s200/100_6612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggtz90VMtI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ujkG3p-SdpQ/s1600-h/100_6610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334564129410986706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggtz90VMtI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ujkG3p-SdpQ/s200/100_6610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggtz2FSfqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/YJSpP3FBnuo/s1600-h/100_6608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334564127334629026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggtz2FSfqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/YJSpP3FBnuo/s200/100_6608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggtzv26UbI/AAAAAAAAA78/I1BVQLvBpDU/s1600-h/100_6609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334564125663711666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggtzv26UbI/AAAAAAAAA78/I1BVQLvBpDU/s200/100_6609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggs_-6Ql9I/AAAAAAAAA70/6jeeMuFRatk/s1600-h/100_6620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334563236351088594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggs_-6Ql9I/AAAAAAAAA70/6jeeMuFRatk/s200/100_6620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggs_tMBjYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/WUjuVO5o-sk/s1600-h/100_6621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334563231593762178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggs_tMBjYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/WUjuVO5o-sk/s200/100_6621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggs_ebFOII/AAAAAAAAA7k/1XWp0_VRL2c/s1600-h/100_6630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334563227630385282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggs_ebFOII/AAAAAAAAA7k/1XWp0_VRL2c/s200/100_6630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggs-5bwYqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Cl_OrUbXnDg/s1600-h/100_6631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334563217701102242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggs-5bwYqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Cl_OrUbXnDg/s200/100_6631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggs-1Xw0II/AAAAAAAAA7U/TPdaNK-NDzc/s1600-h/100_6632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334563216610611330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggs-1Xw0II/AAAAAAAAA7U/TPdaNK-NDzc/s200/100_6632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;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;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;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;Two of these last three pictures were taken by these two little boys......can you tell which one Denver took (I kept saying 'he's got his fingers over the lens')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;We had a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-8702205027289640019?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8702205027289640019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=8702205027289640019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8702205027289640019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8702205027289640019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-in-michigan.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day in Michigan'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sggxh1RdOhI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dZRnqIugMjc/s72-c/100_6612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4401113232053187408</id><published>2009-05-05T10:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:40:34.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo Day Heureux!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translated from Happy Cinco de Mayo Day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And, Encarta ® World English Dictionary © &amp;amp; (P) 1998-2005 Microsoft Corporation says it's:  A celebration among Mexican communities in Mexico and North America marking the Mexican defeat of French troops at the Battle of Puebla in 1862. May 5.   [Spanish for "5th of May"]  So, on with the celebration........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It started last night when I realized that I did not bring my clean clothes from Mom's.  I did a quick assessment and remembered that I had nothing at the apartment suitable for work, so I made a couple phone calls.....first to let Mom know I was coming after work; and second to let Amanda know to turn off the light I wasn't going to need it.  Ok, so now I just have to wait out the 40 plus minutes until my shift was over.  I scurry around making sure everything is working properly and begin to finish up the documents I was working on to be able to get out on time.  Then at 2 minutes to 10, the phone rings.  The person on the other end identifies herself and asks me if I was getting ready to leave.  'Yes' I say with a smile in my voice anticipating this was a locked account.  'Good', she says, 'I'm glad I caught you'!  Forty minutes later I was off the phone and shutting down to leave.  I blame that call on the fact that I told Mom it looked like I would be getting out on time.....silly me!  Anyway, I got to Mom's just before 11 PM and all was well!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy your day!&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/4004859879801815410-4401113232053187408?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4401113232053187408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4401113232053187408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4401113232053187408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4401113232053187408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo-day-heureux.html' title='Cinco de Mayo Day Heureux!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6073067299316605770</id><published>2009-05-04T11:50:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:07:09.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Mom......with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well Mother, as usual I am running behind on Monday morning.....the weekend is always so short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cat and I did our best to put things back where they should be.  But, the cat's memory isn't what it used to be and trying to remember from Friday night to Monday morning is a challenge....all in all, she did her best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The empty chip bag on the kitchen counter is so you can see they were Michigan made.....where they were Michigan made is the really cool part....so read the back of the bag.  The check is for Shaklee, gas, and stuff....if it's too little or too much we will have to take up another time.  There, once again, is more food in the refrig than was there when you left.  Some of it I had to bring back from Aaron's because he just wasn't going to use it up before Wednesday.  It was all on sale so fresh dates are always a factor.  There is pineapple juice in the cupboard too, as I needed some for a recipe I made for Aaron on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Hope you had a wonderful weekend!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I will see you soon (probably sooner than usual) and will let you know after I see what is going on in Adrian (work, Yoga, weather, apartment, and storage).&lt;/span&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/4004859879801815410-6073067299316605770?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6073067299316605770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6073067299316605770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6073067299316605770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6073067299316605770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-momwith-love.html' title='Note to Mom......with Love'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-2575388370474760301</id><published>2009-05-03T21:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:48:38.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Finish Next Weekend and Do Some Planting Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The palm of my right hand is swollen and there are still more weeds to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I quit for the weekend and headed back to Mom's to get something else done......that's a joke.  I feel asleep shortly after I got back and just woke up to turn off the lights and the TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I got to Aaron's today he called me and told me he had something I could do that was easier than pulling weeds......I laughed and said ' Ya, but I will still have to pull the weeds when I am done...right?'  And, I did......after I drove to Town and Country (corner of 12 and 127) to exchange the gasket for his bike.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are still a few weeds to go and I will do those next weekend.  (They are in where I transplanted the Lilly of the Valley last fall and I want those to get a better start before I remove the weeds.  At the beginning stages, they look alike....don't want to remove the wrong ones!)  In the meantime, Aaron wants ornamental grasses planted in this section and I will look for some this week.  I did plant four bulbs I picked up so there will be some color....only thing is, he is leaving Wednesday and I won't be back until Saturday so neither one of us will probably get to see them bloom.....guess the neighbor across the street will have the pleasure.....(smile and sigh).&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/4004859879801815410-2575388370474760301?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/2575388370474760301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=2575388370474760301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2575388370474760301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2575388370474760301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-finish-next-weekend-and-do-some.html' title='I&apos;ll Finish Next Weekend and Do Some Planting Too'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3499487616221654167</id><published>2009-05-03T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:41:21.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cell Phone that Exhibits Freudian Tendencies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One might think so as you read this:&lt;br /&gt;I got a two-way call at 2:46 AM this morning.  I have gotten them before and I don't reconize the number and just let it go.  But this time it was Aaron, so I answered it.  He said, 'Ya?  That sounded like a question, so I said, 'Did you call me or did I call you?  It's this cell phone.  I have noticed that when it gets to 'low battery' sometimes it calls you.'  he said.  We said our good nights and get off the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As I am getting snuggled back to bed, I can't help but think of how cool it is that his phone 'reaches out' when it gets low on energy.....kind of like little children wanting to be snuggled.  As I once more drifted off to sleep, I kept thinking 'ET, phone home....ET, phone home......'  On one level it's creepy; but on that 'motherly level', it is SO cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; white-space: pre; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3499487616221654167?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3499487616221654167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3499487616221654167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3499487616221654167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3499487616221654167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/05/cell-phone-that-exhibits-freudian.html' title='A Cell Phone that Exhibits Freudian Tendencies?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1842745996416700480</id><published>2009-05-02T23:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:59:39.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me, Is Gardening Considered Yoga?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You might think so if you too are a beginner.  As I sit or stand while gardening at Aaron's, I am reminded of the positions of Yoga.....(actually, I am reminded of how difficult it is to get THIS body into the positions of Yoga....giggles).  It is very soothing...except when these weeds with roots to China are so stubborn that I have to use a yell to get them out (and then part of the root stays in the ground to plague me again later this Summer....hi ya!)...anyway, where was I?  Soothing, quiet......there are no signs of family, friends, or neighbors........I think they are all afraid I will put them to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want is to get this one spot cleared out as it is probably the only area that won't be rearranged (as soil will soon be moved around in the name of landscaping) and where I have transplanted some of the flowering plants Aaron 'inherited' when he bought this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaah, yes.....I am sure gardening is some form of Yoga....if only in MY mind.&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/4004859879801815410-1842745996416700480?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1842745996416700480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1842745996416700480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1842745996416700480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1842745996416700480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/05/decision-is-gardening-considered-yoga.html' title='Tell Me, Is Gardening Considered Yoga?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-772388135673814852</id><published>2009-04-29T17:51:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:11:37.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Regrowing after Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sfmt-8m4p7I/AAAAAAAAA7M/pXgodtrMW-I/s1600-h/100_6587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sfmt-8m4p7I/AAAAAAAAA7M/pXgodtrMW-I/s200/100_6587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482930902411186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is getting time for me to 'harvest' my hair again.  And, since I plan to get it cut short, I started looking for information how to grow it long.....FAST.  But, as with all good things, it takes time and patience.  I found this site and just enjoyed how she presents the process.  I thought you might too........(the remarks she makes about herself and her husband are a riot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.longlocks.com/how-to-grow-long-hair.htm"&gt;http://www.longlocks.com/how-to-grow-long-hair.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-772388135673814852?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/772388135673814852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=772388135673814852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/772388135673814852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/772388135673814852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-regrowing-after-harvest.html' title='Decision:  Regrowing after Harvest'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sfmt-8m4p7I/AAAAAAAAA7M/pXgodtrMW-I/s72-c/100_6587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6615465589139468148</id><published>2009-04-26T19:32:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:11:33.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  So Then....It's REALLY Old.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBUJ7mfLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/BYyMq8daQJk/s1600-h/100_6584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329167179837766834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBUJ7mfLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/BYyMq8daQJk/s200/100_6584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBURGkRQI/AAAAAAAAA6s/qarj_ZSWBpY/s1600-h/100_6564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329167181762807042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBURGkRQI/AAAAAAAAA6s/qarj_ZSWBpY/s200/100_6564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBUi0R6LI/AAAAAAAAA60/9CDlje8s7jo/s1600-h/100_6565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329167186517944498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBUi0R6LI/AAAAAAAAA60/9CDlje8s7jo/s200/100_6565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBUvqGzzI/AAAAAAAAA68/-eUs2Tb_Bzk/s1600-h/100_6566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329167189964934962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBUvqGzzI/AAAAAAAAA68/-eUs2Tb_Bzk/s200/100_6566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBUwY6dxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/OJfMFBO2Xf0/s1600-h/100_6570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329167190161258258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBUwY6dxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/OJfMFBO2Xf0/s200/100_6570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I helped Ethan get buckled in my car today he asked me what that 'thing' on his seatbelt was. I told him it was to help keep the belt from rubbing his neck. Then I told him that I had bought it for his sister when she was littler than him. I walked around the car and got in the driver's seat. As I buckled my own seatbelt, Ethan said: so then, it's really old?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord boy, if you think Angelica is old, what on earth do you think about the rest of us! What a kid!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-6615465589139468148?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6615465589139468148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6615465589139468148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6615465589139468148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6615465589139468148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-so-thenits-really-old.html' title='Decision:  So Then....It&apos;s REALLY Old.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfUBUJ7mfLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/BYyMq8daQJk/s72-c/100_6584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-2151711531808084469</id><published>2009-04-26T13:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:31:26.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Update:  Going Hatless........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom went to church 'hatless' this morning and reports that it was a rousing success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audra met Mom at the door and asked her to usher with Uncle Jim, Uncle Dave, and her.....pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jim P. told her she was beautiful!  Charlie S. told her she was beautiful!   Others told her she looks wonderful and so on and so forth.  I say, 'Indeed you do Mother!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look over the pictures below and let's hear what the rest of you think.  Her hair is coming in very quickly and she is even considering 'spiking' it like Amanda.....now wouldn't that be a hoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-2151711531808084469?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/2151711531808084469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=2151711531808084469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2151711531808084469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/2151711531808084469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-update-going-hatless.html' title='Decision:  Update:  Going Hatless........'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-9035481440764081116</id><published>2009-04-25T22:53:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:01:59.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Aaaaah.....To Go Hatless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_iHo-VMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/awMo8xhY_34/s1600-h/100_6560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329024483229324482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_iHo-VMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/awMo8xhY_34/s200/100_6560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_GNdUB1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/uzg7sx6aqgs/s1600-h/100_6558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329024003754690386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_GNdUB1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/uzg7sx6aqgs/s200/100_6558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_F-8-a1I/AAAAAAAAA6E/1Cez2l1JrQs/s1600-h/100_6557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329023999860960082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_F-8-a1I/AAAAAAAAA6E/1Cez2l1JrQs/s200/100_6557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_id_w6gI/AAAAAAAAA6c/iOKYf4df1ZI/s1600-h/100_6561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329024489230494210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_id_w6gI/AAAAAAAAA6c/iOKYf4df1ZI/s200/100_6561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_Fe7AwFI/AAAAAAAAA50/ruxANgADB1w/s1600-h/100_6555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329023991262789714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_Fe7AwFI/AAAAAAAAA50/ruxANgADB1w/s200/100_6555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_FEmH4uI/AAAAAAAAA5s/035k3niuSjc/s1600-h/100_6552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329023984195855074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_FEmH4uI/AAAAAAAAA5s/035k3niuSjc/s200/100_6552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_Fo2Hs3I/AAAAAAAAA58/mLfx9pGZ-rE/s1600-h/100_6556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329023993926628210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_Fo2Hs3I/AAAAAAAAA58/mLfx9pGZ-rE/s200/100_6556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the weather has gotten warmer, so has wearing hats! Today we visited Aaron's place and Mom went 'hatless' Here are some pics of her and Aaron (I took him a storage cabinet, still in the original box, that he found a use for immediately. One more thing I won't have to store!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-9035481440764081116?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/9035481440764081116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=9035481440764081116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/9035481440764081116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/9035481440764081116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-aaaaahto-go-hatless.html' title='Decision:  Aaaaah.....To Go Hatless!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfR_iHo-VMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/awMo8xhY_34/s72-c/100_6560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-7996376735597337703</id><published>2009-04-25T09:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:01:38.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Better give that GOOSE a much deserved nap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;......cause, this is what I found on the USPS Tracking Website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your item was processed and left our SEATTLE, WA 98158 facility on April 25, 2009. (News at 11.... just kidding about that part)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;......that would mean it did a heck of a lot of flying (up hill, no less) yesterday and last night......FLY AWAY HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-7996376735597337703?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/7996376735597337703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=7996376735597337703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7996376735597337703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7996376735597337703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-better-give-that-goose-much.html' title='Decision:  Better give that GOOSE a much deserved nap!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-560264122068204661</id><published>2009-04-24T12:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:43:05.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Hey Bob.......Marlys here......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your favorite Mother &lt;strong&gt;GOOSE &lt;/strong&gt;Rhyme? Or, your favorite kid game: Duck, Duck, &lt;strong&gt;GOOSE?&lt;/strong&gt; How about your favorite Christmas Carole: "Christmas is coming, the &lt;strong&gt;GOOSE&lt;/strong&gt; is getting fat......."? Might be that your favorite character from 'Top Gun' is Anthony Edwards as Lt. JG Nick '&lt;strong&gt;GOOSE&lt;/strong&gt;' Bradshaw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;GOOSE&lt;/strong&gt;-golly', Miss Molly, this sounds like an Aflec commercial (with bubble wrap instead of feathers)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever the case, the 'case' is on it's way.....&lt;strong&gt;GOOSE&lt;/strong&gt;Y, &lt;strong&gt;GOOSE&lt;/strong&gt;Y GANDER , whither shall I wander?.........Upstairs and downstairs.........and at your door by 3 PM Monday (signature required...so you might have to pick it up at the post office instead)!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfMfAdqxU3I/AAAAAAAAA2k/ah9IIu99XMw/s1600-h/100_6544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328636876933911410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfMfAdqxU3I/AAAAAAAAA2k/ah9IIu99XMw/s200/100_6544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfMe_-YwXqI/AAAAAAAAA2U/pbLVCeoq0EI/s1600-h/100_6542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328636868536852130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfMe_-YwXqI/AAAAAAAAA2U/pbLVCeoq0EI/s200/100_6542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfMfAD5yowI/AAAAAAAAA2c/4xE8UG_E7BI/s1600-h/100_6543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328636870017590018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfMfAD5yowI/AAAAAAAAA2c/4xE8UG_E7BI/s200/100_6543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-560264122068204661?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/560264122068204661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=560264122068204661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/560264122068204661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/560264122068204661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-hey-bobmarlys-here.html' title='Decision:  Hey Bob.......Marlys here......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SfMfAdqxU3I/AAAAAAAAA2k/ah9IIu99XMw/s72-c/100_6544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-1861869490729544021</id><published>2009-04-22T23:09:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:06:11.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Waving of a 'Magic Wand' in Michigan Evokes 'A Miracle' in Kentucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, maybe not quite; but so close I am glowing from the light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tonight, for the first time in a long time, I actually felt that what I know from my nearly 26 years with the same company is still useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was a medium busy night; I had lots to do and not too many calls or email so that I should be able to get done on time. Then, at 9:18 PM I received a ROBOT page that TAP09 was in MSGW (Message Wait). Rats, this happened on Monday night too!  I called Zach, left a message, and headed for the Computer Room to check it out. Tape Drive was SEQ dONE not SEQ Ready.....that's a problem. Before I fiddled with any of the buttons I decided to call Zach again....this time he answered. We discussed the situation, got the tape seated and SEQ Ready....I answered the message and it took off. Whew!  Looks like I'll get out on time after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NOT SO FAST! I still had two more desktop computers to ghost and needed to get to a stopping point with the accounts I was creating. So, just like anytime when you are busy, I had to head for the restroom before I took on the last 20 minutes of my shift.....giggles.  I had put the phone on standby and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;returned to find a queue call holding for 2:14 min/sec. I took a deep breath and answered the call. It was one of the plant people from Mt. Sterling and he needed more than an account unlock. I listened as he explained that he needed to find a way to get the JDE/OW order numbers that were on the load he had just completed on the AS400 so he could invoice and have the paperwork ready for tomorrow morning. The load was bound for Canada and it couldn't cross the border without these printed documents and he didn't realize that he hadn't taken print screens of them and they were gone from the 400 so.........now he was in a pickle. When he stopped to draw a breath I told him that I knew exactly what he was talking about because when I started working here (that 26 years ago end of May) I worked in traffic creating, releasing, and assigning loads for our truck fleet, common carriers, AND to Canada. He heaved a big sigh of relief and we started going over what information he did have that we could use to find the information he needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LONG story short, just before we got off the phone he told me he was glad I was the one who answered and that I was a miracle worker! Tonight, that was just what I needed to hear......sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-1861869490729544021?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/1861869490729544021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=1861869490729544021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1861869490729544021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/1861869490729544021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-waving-of.html' title='Decision:  Waving of a &apos;Magic Wand&apos; in Michigan Evokes &apos;A Miracle&apos; in Kentucky'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-8915120669845879197</id><published>2009-04-20T01:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:05:19.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Catch as catch can.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;......and, when I catch my breath, I'll catch up on this blog! Right now I need to fold my last load of clothes and get to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-8915120669845879197?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8915120669845879197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=8915120669845879197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8915120669845879197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8915120669845879197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-catch-as-catch-can.html' title='Decision:  Catch as catch can.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4827995211257471079</id><published>2009-04-19T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:56:25.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  You Want Me to WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That was the look I got from Denver today when.....well, let me start from the beginning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was moving some stuff around today and had pulled out this chair......some of you know the one I am talking about, Uncle John made it.  Anyway, Denver wanted to know what it was and when I told him it was a chair you could tell he thought that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; didn't understand the question (giggles).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While I went about my business, he managed to pull the chair apart (you remember how one piece stores inside the other).   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I returned to the living room he told me that he 'broke it'.  I smiled and said 'Oh, no!.....well, let me see if I can fix it.'  Then I sat there looking puzzled (I'd say it was for effect only, but I really was puzzled!).  You see, I have trained myself to put that chair together 'swiftly', without thinking, because if I think about it I usually can't figure it out....but of course, I didn't want Denver to know that.  As luck would have it, I guessed right the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OK, the chair is together now and I say to Denver....'see, Aunt Marlys fixed it.  Come sit down', and I pat the seat.  He looked at me, then looked at the chair, then looked back at me with that "are you crazy, Lady" look on his face....'that chair was broke; and, no amount of hocus-pocus is going to make me sit in it'.....then he says "No, Bubbie do it!"   Now that is some good stuff......he won't sit in the chair himself, but it's OK to volunteer his brother!  What a kid!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He went and got Devin, who sat down in the chair.....then got knocked on his butt by Denver, who quickly slipped into the seat!  I couldn't believe what had just gone down....that Denver is one smart cookie!  What a kid indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-4827995211257471079?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4827995211257471079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4827995211257471079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4827995211257471079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4827995211257471079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-you-want-me-to-what.html' title='Decision:  You Want Me to WHAT?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5947762255389197468</id><published>2009-04-15T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:16:48.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Deadline for 2008 Taxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The words 'dead' and 'taxes' in the same sentence....sounds appropriate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Those of you who know me well know that I started and finished my income taxes today.  It's the same every year......I like the surprise.  Although, it has become rather routine.....owe Federal a third of what I get back from State.  Not so anymore.  I still owe Federal, but I am breaking even with State.  So, I returned 308 and one half pop bottles and paid my Federal.  I wonder how long before the bottles will need a storage unit of their own so I can stay even with Uncle Sam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And, if you see my cousins, Jan and Dan, wish them Happy Anniversary.  I know they were married on April 15.....but, darn if I remember the year!  Anybody with a better memory....can you fill in the blanks for me????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-5947762255389197468?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5947762255389197468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5947762255389197468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5947762255389197468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5947762255389197468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-deadline-for-2008-taxes.html' title='Decision:  Deadline for 2008 Taxes'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-327911026927542363</id><published>2009-04-08T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:42:35.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Busy, busy, busy.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not much of a chance to blog right now....this is a short work week, I'm OnCall, and there are many 'special things' I need to get done besides the usual, daily grind.....(no not coffee!  Still don't even like the smell of it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll get back on the birthdays and catching up when the l..o..n..g weekend rolls around.....of course, I  will still be on call so might seem short, or just an extension of the work week, or...well, not what I expect when I get extra time off work.  We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Later 'dudes and dudettes'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-327911026927542363?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/327911026927542363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=327911026927542363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/327911026927542363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/327911026927542363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-busy-busy-busy.html' title='Decision:  Busy, busy, busy.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-9067309656691311582</id><published>2009-04-07T09:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:34:03.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Holy Cow, Sponge Bob, Another April Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so how about today....anybody send a birthday greeting to our favorite Bob in Alaska?  This month is so busy with birthdays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bob, we love and miss you on your birthday and every day!  (You won't have to wait for me to post a picture, just go to &lt;a href="http://www.campside.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.campside.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and see what Bob and Molly have been up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-9067309656691311582?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/9067309656691311582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=9067309656691311582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/9067309656691311582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/9067309656691311582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-holy-cow-sponge-bob-another.html' title='Decision:  Holy Cow, Sponge Bob, Another April Birthday!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-8716307804009484018</id><published>2009-04-06T23:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:24:27.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  So, Whose Birth Date is 4/6/46?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; three 'Barnes kids' that should know....did you call him and wish him a Happy Birthday today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know I've got a picture around here somewhere.....another time I will add it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-8716307804009484018?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8716307804009484018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=8716307804009484018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8716307804009484018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8716307804009484018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-so-whose-birth-date-is-4646.html' title='Decision:  So, Whose Birth Date is 4/6/46?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-6440096828513499795</id><published>2009-04-05T00:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:17:00.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  How about the Other Side of the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdeJI0j29DI/AAAAAAAAA04/wRPo9gsLi4w/s1600-h/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872269402534962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdeJI0j29DI/AAAAAAAAA04/wRPo9gsLi4w/s320/scan0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdeJIguFqlI/AAAAAAAAA0o/1lL5uo5ZTmU/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872264076733010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdeJIguFqlI/AAAAAAAAA0o/1lL5uo5ZTmU/s320/scan0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdeJImoHTVI/AAAAAAAAA0w/y_H5DyVi-js/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872265662287186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdeJImoHTVI/AAAAAAAAA0w/y_H5DyVi-js/s320/scan0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This scanning is just so much fun! I am finding pictures of the way things used to be that just bring back some fond memories (not that I remember the day these were taken but the idea of being all together at Grandma and Grandpa Richardson's). Here are some from about 1950 of Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins at Grandma and Grandpa Richardson's. Aren't they just the cutest and best! Can you pick out who they are....do you see yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4004859879801815410-6440096828513499795?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6440096828513499795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=6440096828513499795' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6440096828513499795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/6440096828513499795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-how-about-other-side-of-family.html' title='Decision:  How about the Other Side of the Family'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdeJI0j29DI/AAAAAAAAA04/wRPo9gsLi4w/s72-c/scan0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-7290069425648464906</id><published>2009-04-04T23:40:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:14:41.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Don't Even THINK About Calling Mom Monday Night.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sdg-FtyWD0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ElrNjDOLkbE/s1600-h/team-logo-msu%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071227649265474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 51px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sdg-FtyWD0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ElrNjDOLkbE/s320/team-logo-msu%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There was a ton of cheering going on at Calhoun's tonight and Mom lead the way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Michigan State won and will be playing in the final game against North Carolina. So, don't be calling her on the phone Monday night come game time, cause she probably won't be answering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;GO SPARTANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-7290069425648464906?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/7290069425648464906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=7290069425648464906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7290069425648464906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/7290069425648464906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-dont-even-think-about-calling.html' title='Decision:  Don&apos;t Even THINK About Calling Mom Monday Night.......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sdg-FtyWD0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ElrNjDOLkbE/s72-c/team-logo-msu%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-717763061494657229</id><published>2009-04-04T10:36:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:47:31.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  More Pics from the 'Annals of Time'.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sdd7LfYkt_I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/DTpzUd2KQCg/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320856922094876658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sdd7LfYkt_I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/DTpzUd2KQCg/s320/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sdd7LNwZ1AI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/2BlxmgLW_zY/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320856917362988034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sdd7LNwZ1AI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/2BlxmgLW_zY/s320/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sdd7LMnbqTI/AAAAAAAAA0I/SlegkirFj28/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320856917056923954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sdd7LMnbqTI/AAAAAAAAA0I/SlegkirFj28/s320/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, who is this one? (She's the one sitting (to the left) under the Christmas Tree - First Christmas. And, (to the right) in the stroller, waving.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hint: today is her birthday; and so I went from being the 'only' (on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heimerdinger&lt;/span&gt; side) to having a sister and a cousin within two days of each other!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another hint: Mom tells me she was Homecoming Queen in 1967 at Clinton High School (note how she was already practicing her 'wave to the adoring crowd')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top picture: Both of them pictured with their Dads, their first Summer at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wamplers&lt;/span&gt; Lake. And that other cute girl pictured with them...why this author, of course!&lt;/em&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/4004859879801815410-717763061494657229?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/717763061494657229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=717763061494657229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/717763061494657229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/717763061494657229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-more-pics-from-annals-of-time.html' title='Decision:  More Pics from the &apos;Annals of Time&apos;.....'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sdd7LfYkt_I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/DTpzUd2KQCg/s72-c/scan0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4254365915240668667</id><published>2009-04-03T11:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:34:03.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  April Birthdays Abound!  Take a look at this Cutie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdgDqND8f2I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NY0UmoQO4O8/s1600-h/scan0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321006983333838690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdgDqND8f2I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NY0UmoQO4O8/s320/scan0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321006978348275506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdgDp6fS1zI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Vb6agrR4ZWY/s320/scan0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdgDqBXbVwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/rYWfuyUaJ4A/s1600-h/scan0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321006980194326274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdgDqBXbVwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/rYWfuyUaJ4A/s320/scan0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMGosh! This isn't fair...he hasn't changed a bit! (Although I can't remember the last time I saw him in a bow tie....giggles) There is little or no doubt....smile on as you look at these pictures from days gone bye....don't you just love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-4254365915240668667?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4254365915240668667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4254365915240668667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4254365915240668667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4254365915240668667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-april-birthdays-abound-take.html' title='Decision:  April Birthdays Abound!  Take a look at this Cutie!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdgDqND8f2I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NY0UmoQO4O8/s72-c/scan0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4364238591464717753</id><published>2009-04-03T10:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:35:23.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  What 'new' hours?  (ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night was a rough night at work; even the people who work with me the closest managed to sabotage me getting out on time. So much for new hours; didn't leave until just before midnight! When I got home, I tried to finish up but couldn't keep my eyes open (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)! No matter, it's a new day, I got up, finished the work, and now I am resigned to not let it happen again! (Fat chance, I know.....boo, hoo, hoo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-4364238591464717753?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4364238591464717753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4364238591464717753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4364238591464717753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4364238591464717753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-what-new-hours.html' title='Decision:  What &apos;new&apos; hours?  (ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ)'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5181358568894113800</id><published>2009-04-02T10:36:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:23:02.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  'You're the Flower of my Heart, Sweet Adeline'....Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTRm3EUG1I/AAAAAAAAAzA/p5C3fzyCRFA/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320107525378677586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTRm3EUG1I/AAAAAAAAAzA/p5C3fzyCRFA/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTRoPJbA9I/AAAAAAAAAzg/GbwKfabgwXY/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320107549022421970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTRoPJbA9I/AAAAAAAAAzg/GbwKfabgwXY/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTRnq9_xzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/tGicmx-DXfI/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320107539310823218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTRnq9_xzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/tGicmx-DXfI/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you know who this sweet cherub is, let her know you are thinking of her on the first day of her last year of '50 something'. As you can tell by these pictures, by the time of her First Birthday, she was a party girl! Sending my love in pictures........what a cutie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4004859879801815410-5181358568894113800?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5181358568894113800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5181358568894113800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5181358568894113800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5181358568894113800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-youre-flower-of-my-heart-sweet.html' title='Decision:  &apos;You&apos;re the Flower of my Heart, Sweet Adeline&apos;....Who Am I?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTRm3EUG1I/AAAAAAAAAzA/p5C3fzyCRFA/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-193345181183368912</id><published>2009-04-01T17:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:32:46.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Making my Class AND Getting to Work at the New Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTXUeQFTQI/AAAAAAAAA0A/wbAsUXNZcF4/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320113806549273858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTXUeQFTQI/AAAAAAAAA0A/wbAsUXNZcF4/s320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTWaGFLy7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/iJVmLSEVtUU/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320112803628698546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTWaGFLy7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/iJVmLSEVtUU/s320/scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I signed up for a Yoga class last month to see if it would help elevate some of my fibromyalgia symptoms which would hopefully also relieve some of my stress. I am here to tell you that it also relieved some of the stress on my 'pocketbook'! When I left the first class, I felt as though I had just had a full body massage. Even though I was a little dizzy, I felt so great physically, and I calculated the savings verses an actual massage.....it was staggering. I figure I saved over 48 dollars (one day in class vs one hour massage).  And I get to do this every week; I can even do it in between!   As you can see, I am in good hands............my instructor was showcased in Lenawee Pulse, a quarterly publication from The Telegram. &lt;/em&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/4004859879801815410-193345181183368912?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/193345181183368912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=193345181183368912' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/193345181183368912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/193345181183368912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-making-my-class-and-getting-to.html' title='Decision:  Making my Class AND Getting to Work at the New Time!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SdTXUeQFTQI/AAAAAAAAA0A/wbAsUXNZcF4/s72-c/scan0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-4239196362341371449</id><published>2009-03-31T17:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:25:01.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  How'd You Like to Start Your New Hours Tomorrow....and that's no JOKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I will get my wish.....after reviewing what needed to be changed (voice recording, send out a message to the whole Company-wide world, change the ROBOT ALERT hours to the OnCall phone) it was decided I start my new hours on Wednesday, April 1st........ and that's no joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-4239196362341371449?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4239196362341371449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=4239196362341371449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4239196362341371449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/4239196362341371449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/03/decision-howd-you-like-to-start-your.html' title='Decision:  How&apos;d You Like to Start Your New Hours Tomorrow....and that&apos;s no JOKE!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-352702786897795967</id><published>2009-03-30T17:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:14:53.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Why Don't You Come in to Work a Little Early....said the spider to the fly.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, at least he learned to call (and call the correct number) if he actually wants me there at a specific time!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My boss called me to come in early today; that was a lump in throat moment....especially when the meeting was with both bosses.   It was all good though....changed my hours back to 1pm to 10pm, which ironically enough, is something Mom and I had discussed this weekend in connection with getting to her place on Friday night instead of me trying to get there early on Saturday.  I noted that the weekend is too short and I don't get anything done (meaning I don't get pictures and negatives scanned like I want to).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, starting next week (I tried to get them to start this Friday) Molly, you will have to figure out again when is the best time to reach me!  Ahhh, the sacrifices we have to make....giggles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-352702786897795967?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/352702786897795967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=352702786897795967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/352702786897795967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/352702786897795967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/03/decision-why-dont-you-come-in-to-work.html' title='Decision:  Why Don&apos;t You Come in to Work a Little Early....said the spider to the fly.....'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-8865962068182837436</id><published>2009-03-29T17:53:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:21:47.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Road to the FINAL FOUR........are we there yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sc_uz9Ud_HI/AAAAAAAAAy4/TdG_-PL_Rik/s1600-h/100_6414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318732261348998258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sc_uz9Ud_HI/AAAAAAAAAy4/TdG_-PL_Rik/s400/100_6414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's March, it's Sunday, Michigan State is playing, and I'm at Mom's....what else would I be doing!....(giggles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Actually, as you can see by the picture, I baked some cookies. (Just baked, not created a cookie cutter and mixed them up from scratch...though I did dip them in a cinnamon mixture (that was actually left over from a sweet potato casserole.....we don't waste anything around here!).....giggles). Let's see now, where was I (scratching head); oh ya, Basketball --- I managed to wait until the game started to get hungry, so Mom said she wouldn't be able to come to the kitchen to help. No matter, I am just going to fix burgers, fresh asparagus, and tossed salad greens. I got it ready and we ate while watching the game. Then I decided we needed something sweet and there are things in the freezer that need to be used up....perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While I am in the kitchen, Mom comes out on the phone....she is talking to Sherry Lynn about a picture they both have a copy of. Between them they are trying to put names with faces and determine the relationship of each person in the picture to each other. Soon they have that done, say their 'good byes' and I have my first sheet of cookies out of the oven. Actually, there are two sheets, each containing 20 cookies. After the 'resting' period, I start to put them on the cooling rack. As I get down to the last four, I have to do some rearranging to squeeze them all on. This is where Mom 'shines' in her ability to size up the situation and offer the best possible solution: "Since you are having such a problem managing that space (for the cookies), don't you think I should eat some of them"......talk about rolling on the floor laughing.....this is really good stuff! It's one of those times you don't have to be hit in the head with a 2X4 to understand a 'subtle hint'. As I removed the last cookie from the sheet I placed it on her hand and file the memory away to recall again and again! What fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, what does this have to do with the road to the final four? MICHIGAN STATE WON....they are going to be there to play......look out Detroit - Spartans coming your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-8865962068182837436?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8865962068182837436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=8865962068182837436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8865962068182837436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8865962068182837436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/03/decision-road-to-final-fourare-we-there.html' title='Decision:  Road to the FINAL FOUR........are we there yet?'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sc_uz9Ud_HI/AAAAAAAAAy4/TdG_-PL_Rik/s72-c/100_6414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3923069102009390098</id><published>2009-03-16T10:57:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:28:54.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Say 'Cheese' Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sb5q9aWmFcI/AAAAAAAAAyw/2LAgiYhASRs/s1600-h/scan0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313802213622420930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sb5q9aWmFcI/AAAAAAAAAyw/2LAgiYhASRs/s320/scan0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sb5q8shw5qI/AAAAAAAAAyo/z4FVeTl5ynE/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313802201321236130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sb5q8shw5qI/AAAAAAAAAyo/z4FVeTl5ynE/s320/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are a couple photos from negatives that I think were taken in 1964. I tried to figure it out by counting the candles on my cake....I come up with 16....anybody get a different number? Also, the one on the right would have been taken on August 2 and the one on the left on September 14 (that was back when we actually celebrated ones' birthday ON the date, with a cake, with a present (whether it was wrapped or not) no matter what else in the world was going on. Convenience was not a factor....at least that's how I remember it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know, I know......in these economic times, who should be buying 'toys'? Not me, I am sure. But, Mom, and many of the rest of us, has boxes of old photos and negatives that I think we need to preserve in a form easier for sharing....maybe even get them organize, so I bought a scanner. It scans photos, negatives, positives (which are slides), and can print them too. For right now I am just concentrating on getting everything scanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3923069102009390098?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3923069102009390098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3923069102009390098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3923069102009390098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3923069102009390098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/03/decision-say-cheese-please.html' title='Decision:  Say &apos;Cheese&apos; Please'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sb5q9aWmFcI/AAAAAAAAAyw/2LAgiYhASRs/s72-c/scan0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-796285735186129692</id><published>2009-03-14T22:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:35:46.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  She's Growing Up and Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sb0vcuowVPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Kuq3c895UY4/s1600-h/100_6168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313455305968866546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sb0vcuowVPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Kuq3c895UY4/s320/100_6168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spent the day with Angelica again today....but from somewhat of a distance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her choir was involved in a contest in Okemos and she asked me to be a chaperon. Last time, we sat together; this time we did not. This picture shows how far away she was on the bus (she's next to the window back there in almost the last seat; I am at the front three seats behind the driver). Despite the distance, I had a great day as many Heimerdinger relatives were present also, which is always totally fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day started VERY early, 6:15 AM. (I got to bed at 2 AM so sleeping on the bus turned out to be my way of getting through the day!) Anyway, I picked Angelica up at 8 and we caught the bus at the Middle School. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The experience of watching a choir contest was new to me. I have participated in band contests but the whole thing seems very different when your 'instrument' is your voice and ultimately your whole body. The judges were fantastic....they were full of praise and positive instructions for the students. They even presented ' shortcomings' in a fun, positive way. I am in awe all over again as it think through the day's activities. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand the way ratings are determined but from the cheering that went up when their director made the announcement, it was all good. Now there is talk of going to State.....cool! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We stopped in Jackson on the way back at Old Country Buffet and had their 'all-you-can-eat'. Angelica and I sat together, and that was the best way to end the day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got here at Mom's late and Ethan has been wearing her out so I had better get to him now. He's wanting to watch a movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-796285735186129692?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/796285735186129692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=796285735186129692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/796285735186129692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/796285735186129692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/03/decision-shes-growing-up-and-away.html' title='Decision:  She&apos;s Growing Up and Away'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/Sb0vcuowVPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Kuq3c895UY4/s72-c/100_6168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-5294312999020732789</id><published>2009-03-08T10:54:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:32:55.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Regardless of What the Calendar Says, I Won't Be 'Springing' Anywhere Today...Not Forward or in Any Direction! I Just Don't Have the Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grrrrrr, I hate time change! My body takes longer and longer with each change to adjust...doesn't seem to matter which direction the clocks are moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Of course, it doesn't help either that this weekend is Pre-GoLive! AND I'm OnCall. I got woke up at 6:15 AM, which was really 5:15 AM 'body time' and the guy on the phone said it was 7:15 AM in Texas, but that can't be right because they are an hour behind us....OH, DOES ANYBODY REALLY KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS? (good place to burst into familiar song, don't you think). Suffice to say, it was too early (especially when I didn't get to bed until 1 AM 'old time'). But, enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Molly did call me yesterday, only missed her time slot (remember 2:18 PM) by about 6 hours....no matter, I'd say hearing from all three kids on the same non-birthday, non-holiday, ordinary sort of day is a pretty special day indeed! Thanks kids! I really, really, really love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-5294312999020732789?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/5294312999020732789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=5294312999020732789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5294312999020732789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/5294312999020732789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/03/decision-regardless-of-what-calendar.html' title='Decision:  Regardless of What the Calendar Says, I Won&apos;t Be &apos;Springing&apos; Anywhere Today...Not Forward or in Any Direction! I Just Don&apos;t Have the Energy'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-8022683354943322621</id><published>2009-03-07T13:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:20:22.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  Just a 'Quick Call'...That's All......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm sure that is what Denise thought before she rang me up. I know she mentioned it when she said she didn't have time to answer my email so she thought she would call. Forty-five minutes later we were getting off the phone. It was all good AND she did answer my email question. That was 12:20 PM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure Aaron thought the same thing when he called at 1:19 PM (although I think he was expecting to talk to his kids.) It didn't work out that I had them, me being at work and all, so we are going to try again tomorrow. Aaron talked about 44 minutes.....giggles. He brought me up to speed on the job the guys are doing and how they are doing such a good job that they are getting more and more of the job and well, the job is taking longer than originally anticipated. He said at this rate they could be there until September......prone to exaggeration? We will see. Of course, he will be coming home from time to time. Sounds like the whole thing snowballed....literally. They had a foot of snow before the storm last week ended, but it's all gone now.....67 degrees today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, if the next call follows the pattern of the first two, Molly should be giving me a 'quick call' about 2:18 PM today. Time will tell! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-8022683354943322621?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8022683354943322621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=8022683354943322621' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8022683354943322621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/8022683354943322621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/03/decision-just-quick-callthats-all.html' title='Decision:  Just a &apos;Quick Call&apos;...That&apos;s All......'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004859879801815410.post-3140732436817981518</id><published>2009-03-07T11:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:35:42.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision:  GoLive! ....Go Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Monday, March 9, 2009 is yet another GoLive for the MascoBCG. This is a very good thing for our Company's future....unless you are the one OnCall this weekend. You see, Saturday, March 7 (that'd be today) is the Saturday before the Monday GoLive and many of the people who will be using the new system come Monday just got there Production login on Friday and now they are locked out of their computer. Seems, somewhere in the excitement, the fact that creating a new password for the new system changes the password you have been using to log in to your computer for the last 6 months didn't translate. Something always falls through the cracks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(O M Gosh! I just went to pour my drink into my glass and almost poured it on the OnCall cell phone....is that Freudian or what!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I am at the office fielding phone calls and waiting for Nick to get here to train me how to build computers. And, if I didn't have such a huge workload of other things that need to be done around here, I'd be complaining......come to think of it?.......(giggles)!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004859879801815410-3140732436817981518?l=decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3140732436817981518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004859879801815410&amp;postID=3140732436817981518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3140732436817981518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004859879801815410/posts/default/3140732436817981518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decidingwhatmatters.blogspot.com/2009/03/decision-golive-go-away.html' title='Decision:  GoLive! ....Go Away!'/><author><name>Marlys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917254256661888340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h1myi40Ljak/SjUkF7lZCUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/H3tIqcIhF-Q/S220/100_6819+-+Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
