<?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-7793108475231288807</id><updated>2012-02-10T19:51:31.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time To Learn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>378</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-7475650334089578024</id><published>2012-02-10T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:51:31.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Winner</title><content type='html'>We left Abby's and drove to Walmart, got some groceries, drove to HyVee and got the rest.&amp;nbsp; As we were walking out, I told Steve I'd meet him in the car as I needed to buy a Powerball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have one of those self-check things there so I slid my first ticket across:&amp;nbsp; You're a Winner - $12.&amp;nbsp; I slid my second ticket across:&amp;nbsp; You're a Winner - $40.&amp;nbsp; I made such a sound at that, the girl behind the counter asked what I'd won.&amp;nbsp; I had to laugh as she thought I'd won a big one.&amp;nbsp; No, I'd make more noise if it was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid the third ticket across:&amp;nbsp; Sorry, not a winner.&amp;nbsp; OK, that's my normal response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told Abby and Heather about it but it's too late to call Jackie.&amp;nbsp; She'd get a kick out of the story.&amp;nbsp; They have an above the ground pool in their back yard (Prattville, AL).&amp;nbsp; I wonder if it has one of those &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquasupercenter.com/products/AO-Smith-Hayward-NorthStar-Replacement-Motor-Up-Rated---3-HP~6437.html"&gt;a.o. smith motors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I don't think they swim in the winter but I'll bet some days it's warm enough out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be coming to Iowa in August (her class reunion, I think).&amp;nbsp; I can hardly wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-7475650334089578024?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7475650334089578024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=7475650334089578024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7475650334089578024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7475650334089578024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-winner.html' title='I&apos;m a Winner'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-495712255939240137</id><published>2012-02-10T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:38:01.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thinking Romance</title><content type='html'>This July will be thirty-five years of marriage for Steve and I.&amp;nbsp; Man, I can hardly believe it.&amp;nbsp; I mentioned it to Steve and he said "Who told you?"&amp;nbsp; Oh, brother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He entered a contest with Pulse 99.5 to win a weekend in a motel downtown, Bonbons, a Mercedes for the weekend, and a meal out.&amp;nbsp; That &lt;b&gt;would&lt;/b&gt; be fun to win.&amp;nbsp; But I've been wanting to go to Hawaii for oh, about 35 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would think since it's #35 it should be worth a trip there, but if not, I'm aiming for an &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amoro.com/eternitybands"&gt;eternity band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I already have a ring guard with diamonds (around our 25th anniversary), but a true eternity band would be out of this world, don't ya think?&amp;nbsp; Let me know your ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-495712255939240137?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/495712255939240137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=495712255939240137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/495712255939240137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/495712255939240137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-thinking-romance.html' title='I&apos;m Thinking Romance'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-11697571313217766</id><published>2012-02-10T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:28:03.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting with Abby</title><content type='html'>As I said in my last post, we headed to Abby's to give her her birthday card a few days late.&amp;nbsp; Aiden was in a little bouncy toy playing with the toys attached.&amp;nbsp; Mikayla was asleep on Abby's bed.&amp;nbsp; So we played with Aiden until Mikayla woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a bright eyed child, smiling most of the time.&amp;nbsp; He let Grandma check his two new teeth on the bottom.&amp;nbsp; I will say he has quite a bite, too.&amp;nbsp; Little squirt.&amp;nbsp; He rolls all over the place and now he gets up on all fours and rocks back and forth.&amp;nbsp; He also does the start of the Army crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mikayla woke up!&amp;nbsp; She was so happy to see us, I just love it!&amp;nbsp; I gave her the new scarf I made as I had left over yarn.&amp;nbsp; She said, "I just love it!" as she put it on.&amp;nbsp; Then she noticed it didn't have fringe on it.&amp;nbsp; I think she'd rather have fringe, but, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby and Justin have new porcelain tile in front of their door now and it looks so nice.&amp;nbsp; I think they need a &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amishdesigners.com/"&gt;wooden gazebo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;out back and then their place will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed while Abby gave Aiden a bath and boy did he tinkle in the tub (over and over).&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe he could hold that much liquid in him.&amp;nbsp; What a riot.&amp;nbsp; Well, until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-11697571313217766?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/11697571313217766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=11697571313217766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/11697571313217766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/11697571313217766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/visiting-with-abby.html' title='Visiting with Abby'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-1139751239064849051</id><published>2012-02-10T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:17:00.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20/15 WooHoo</title><content type='html'>I am so excited.&amp;nbsp; I went for my yearly eye exam today.&amp;nbsp; My distance eyesight is 20/15 (better than 20/20).&amp;nbsp; What a change.&amp;nbsp; Six years ago I had LASIK surgery.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Ejaz Husain was my eye surgeon and he is awesome!&amp;nbsp; I was legally blind in both eyes, so you can see why I am so excited.&amp;nbsp; I think he said my sight was 20/200 twice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to wear is over the counter reading glasses unless I'm outside in bright natural light, then I don't need them.&amp;nbsp; Cool, huh?&amp;nbsp; I do have a cataract in both eyes but they are a 1 out of 10 so no problem yet.&amp;nbsp; As the nurse said, obviously they aren't affecting your sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the little bedroom on our laptop, next to the desktop computer.&amp;nbsp; Steve has started looking around at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://computers.pricegrabber.com/desktop/apple/p/9/"&gt;apple desktop computers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I hope he invests in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had my eyes examined, he went to QT and got a coffee.&amp;nbsp; That guy, he really likes their coffee.&amp;nbsp; On to Abby's to deliver her birthday card.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday (late), Abby.&amp;nbsp; February 5 is her day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-1139751239064849051?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1139751239064849051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=1139751239064849051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1139751239064849051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1139751239064849051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/2015-woohoo.html' title='20/15 WooHoo'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-829341695664274946</id><published>2012-02-09T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:29:00.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Singer and Dancer</title><content type='html'>I know I've told before how Mikayla loves to dance, specifically at wedding receptions.&amp;nbsp; She's always a blast to watch and she'll usually corral you to dance with her .&amp;nbsp; Well, she has a new talent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby and I were talking on the phone and I said, "Oh, I just love listening to Mikayla sing in the background."&amp;nbsp; Abby said, "You should have seen her the day we put the ceramic in the entryway.&amp;nbsp; She's been watching this show where the little girl looks out the window at the stars in the sky and sings.&amp;nbsp; We had the living room window open so we could toss stuff out it.&amp;nbsp; Next thing I know, she's got her head out the window and she's just singing up a storm.&amp;nbsp; She was waving her arms all around.&amp;nbsp; It was so cute.&amp;nbsp; I got my camcorder and started recording her and she turned and caught me doing it.&amp;nbsp; She looked kind of embarrassed that I caught her and she stopped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could get her a &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/tascam"&gt;tascam&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;microphone and recorder.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not cute or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it would be nice to have one for Heather, too.&amp;nbsp; She's the one with the talent in our family.&amp;nbsp; Serious talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-829341695664274946?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/829341695664274946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=829341695664274946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/829341695664274946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/829341695664274946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-little-singer-and-dancer.html' title='Our Little Singer and Dancer'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-1497216921965298005</id><published>2012-02-09T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:51:04.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Elephants Cry?</title><content type='html'>I may have mentioned a while back that I collect elephants.&amp;nbsp; It all started with a dress I wore that had elephants on it, Jackie bought me my first one or two elephants.&amp;nbsp; Denny bought me many through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Denny died, Steve II has brought me most of my elephants.&amp;nbsp; My favorite one from him is an elephant standing next to a globe.&amp;nbsp; The globe has a baby elephant in it.&amp;nbsp; I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of my elephants (from Denny) are in a building that we stored the things we couldn't fit into this house.&amp;nbsp; Furniture, dishes, kids things, elephants, etc.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.actconferencing.com/"&gt;teleconferencing services&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;so I could hear how to take mold and mildew off of priceless objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I hear the cry of my elephants to be treated in such a way.&amp;nbsp; I don't have the space to bring them into the house.&amp;nbsp; It is so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-1497216921965298005?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1497216921965298005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=1497216921965298005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1497216921965298005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1497216921965298005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/do-elephants-cry.html' title='Do Elephants Cry?'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-962810466723909131</id><published>2012-02-09T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:12:50.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the News</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the living room watching the 6:00 (PM) news on channel 13 (WHO) when they showed a picture of a house with a snowman out front and a little boy and girl on either side of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it.&amp;nbsp; I just saw that snowman Tuesday night in Josh's front yard.&amp;nbsp; Yes, the little boy and girl were Carter and Cambria.&amp;nbsp; I was speechless.&amp;nbsp; The tag said "Carter and Cambria in Waukee".&amp;nbsp; Soooo cute.&amp;nbsp; I called Josh and said, "Did you watch Channel 13's news?"&amp;nbsp; To his negative reply I said, "Guess who I just saw on the news?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know Shelley had sent in that picture.&amp;nbsp; The weatherman said, "This is Carter and Cambria of Waukee.&amp;nbsp; Check out the Mohawk on the snowman."&amp;nbsp; The Mohawk was iridescent green spikes, really funny.&amp;nbsp; That's how my evening started out.&amp;nbsp; Maybe next time they'll show a pic of a &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poolsafetyfences.com/"&gt;pool fence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; (Also would be cool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of your grandkids hit the news?&amp;nbsp; I just loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-962810466723909131?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/962810466723909131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=962810466723909131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/962810466723909131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/962810466723909131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/watching-news.html' title='Watching the News'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2968029226511615973</id><published>2012-02-09T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:54:58.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Dream</title><content type='html'>It started with a teeny little kangaroo about 6 inches tall.&amp;nbsp; And the kangaroo turned into a little girl.&amp;nbsp; Weird or what!&amp;nbsp; The funny thing is every time she had to go potty, she slipped into the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember water running all over the blue carpeting when the toilet was flushed.&amp;nbsp; My Dad came in and he wasn't real happy about the toilet situation.&amp;nbsp; My Mom showed up with a dress she'd sewn for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, I have no clue what was going on or what triggered the dream.&amp;nbsp; This all happened in the space of an hour and a half.&amp;nbsp; I woke up late at 10 AM and hadn't taken my pain pill yet.&amp;nbsp; Once taken, I had to wait an hour to eat, so I went back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; That's when the dream occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don't have such bizarre dreams, although I called Steve "Mom" once last week when he walked into the room.&amp;nbsp; I don't know, maybe I need to check into a &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malibuhorizon.com/rehab-los-angeles.aspx"&gt;los angeles rehab&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and have myself checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you have any bizarre dreams?&amp;nbsp; Any interpretations out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2968029226511615973?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2968029226511615973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2968029226511615973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2968029226511615973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2968029226511615973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-dream.html' title='What a Dream'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5963127348537322312</id><published>2012-02-08T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:57:49.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Finally Arrived</title><content type='html'>As you probably know, I've started making my grandchildren afghans.&amp;nbsp; My Mom made afghans but she never made any for my brother, sisters, or myself, that I know of.&amp;nbsp; I've already made them for my four kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Taylor is my oldest grandchild, I asked what colors she wanted.&amp;nbsp; Purple and gold, the colors of Waukee Schools.&amp;nbsp; I had her look at them online and again asked if that's what she wanted, "Yep", she said.&amp;nbsp; So that was the first one made.&amp;nbsp; When the yarn finally arrived, I was in shock.&amp;nbsp; Very bright colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished hers, I still had a lot of yarn left over and the packages were open so I couldn't send them back.&amp;nbsp; Heather solved that dilemma for me by telling me Katiana wanted one&amp;nbsp; in the same colors.&amp;nbsp; Since she goes to Waukee, too, the problem was solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan chose camouflage, and while I waited for his yarn to arrive, I started Kat's since I had yarn to start it.&amp;nbsp; I had hers half done by the time Jordan's yarn came.&amp;nbsp; I had ordered more purple and gold with his so while waiting for Sydney's yarn, I finished Kat's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had one purple and one gold skein left, I made Heather a purple scarf (her favorite color), Taylor a purple and gold one (every 2 rows switching color), and Kat a purple and gold one (mostly gold with purple in the middle).&amp;nbsp; While waiting for Syd's colors to arrive, I made Mikayla and Cambria a pink scarf with a leftover skein from Abby's afghan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney chose red and black, which happens to be the colors of her school (Adel, DeSoto, Minburn).&amp;nbsp; Her yarn arrived two days ago and so I'm back to making an afghan.&amp;nbsp; I am so excited to get this one going, but I'm happy to be crocheting again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost hate to ask for favorite colors when they are this young as they're probably the only afghans I'll make each of them for their lifetime.&amp;nbsp; Oh, well, at least with school colors, they'll always remember why they chose those colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all brings me back to watching my mom crochet in the living room.&amp;nbsp; She was either doing that or reading.&amp;nbsp; Which makes me think about sitting in her kitchen where she had one of those &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepstoolsupply.com/two-step-stools.html"&gt;2 step stools&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;that I'd sit my youngest on and tie a dish cloth around them (this one had a back) so they could eat.&amp;nbsp; And, she always had yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids tell me that I make their favorite foods, but, my Mom made the best chicken and noodles over mashed potatoes with corn on the side (which we'd mix in the potatoes).&amp;nbsp; OK, now I'm getting hungry.&amp;nbsp; Gotta take a break :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5963127348537322312?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5963127348537322312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5963127348537322312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5963127348537322312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5963127348537322312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-finally-arrived.html' title='It Finally Arrived'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5767056521672495872</id><published>2012-02-08T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T16:27:01.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Home Tonight Again</title><content type='html'>Tonight is Wednesday and normally, I drive to the south side for church.&amp;nbsp; Two weeks ago I fell on the ice and landed on the arm I broke awhile back.&amp;nbsp; I was scared I'd broke it again, but only for a few seconds.&amp;nbsp; I didn't end up with the throbbing and then later pain. PTL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided last Wednesday to stay home and listen to the service on the computer.&amp;nbsp; I believe tonight I'll do the same thing.&amp;nbsp; It's always nicer to be there in person and greet all you know and some you don't.&amp;nbsp; Just a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve has been having problems with our desktop computer.&amp;nbsp; It is soooooo slow.&amp;nbsp; I think he should look into some &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=demo-desktops"&gt;cheap desktop computers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He thinks he needs to get another card (?) to put into it.&amp;nbsp; Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time he did that, he took off the housing.&amp;nbsp; I remember he had to be real careful to not touch anything else.&amp;nbsp; He did insert the card which gave us more memory, I think.&amp;nbsp; I guess he'll make that decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5767056521672495872?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5767056521672495872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5767056521672495872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5767056521672495872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5767056521672495872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/staying-home-tonight-again.html' title='Staying Home Tonight Again'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-4213883880745957613</id><published>2012-02-08T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T16:19:25.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Winter</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd be happy when the temps are in the 30s.&amp;nbsp; We've had our snow, rain, and icy conditions, finally.&amp;nbsp; Today, according to our temperature gauge, it got to 29 today.&amp;nbsp; Woohoo!&amp;nbsp; S'posed to get down to 13 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind wasn't too bad, but it still made it cold to be outside.&amp;nbsp; I bundled up each time I've gone outside. &amp;nbsp; I have to get outside each day.&amp;nbsp; The sun was shining bright, which helps.&amp;nbsp; I must be one of those who have to be in the sun.&amp;nbsp; Heather is another one that is affected when she cannot be out in the sun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It's supposed to get cold tonight.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow, it will get to 32 degrees out again, hurray!&amp;nbsp; I cannot say that under all those clothes I have on &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lingeriediva.com/"&gt;cheap lingerie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Instead, I have your grandma types on.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for the sunshine tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Does the sun affect you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-4213883880745957613?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/4213883880745957613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=4213883880745957613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/4213883880745957613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/4213883880745957613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-winter.html' title='It&apos;s Winter'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-1530287922041587732</id><published>2012-02-08T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T11:57:30.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shy Little Girl</title><content type='html'>I went to Josh's last night to watch his two youngest while he took Taylor to an informational meeting about driver's ed.&amp;nbsp; Man, I cannot believe she will be driving before long.&amp;nbsp; Jordan went with them as one of Heather's kids is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both were asleep when I got there so I settled in to watch &lt;i&gt;MASH, &lt;/i&gt;which is one of my favorite shows (a close second to &lt;i&gt;Raymond.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; After a while Carter woke up and I warmed up his supper.&amp;nbsp; He is so cute and sweet, he talks to me all the time.&amp;nbsp; He had to show me all the cars and trucks he has in his case, what a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Cambria wakes up.&amp;nbsp; She looks up at me and then hides her face in the corner of the couch.&amp;nbsp; I tried to get her to turn over so I could change her diaper, to no avail.&amp;nbsp; Finally I just changed her while she was lying on her stomach.&amp;nbsp; Quite a feat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her supper out of the fridge and asked if she wanted her drink.&amp;nbsp; That got her up and walking to me.&amp;nbsp; When I put her food on the little table for her, she smiled and sat down to eat.&amp;nbsp; I just love those kids.&amp;nbsp; She was still eating when Josh and Taylor got home.&amp;nbsp; Boy, did she jump up and hug Taylor's legs and then ran and put her arms up for Daddy to hold her.&amp;nbsp; She was all smiles then.&amp;nbsp; Josh just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh took me out to see their new car, which is pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; Then, I had him walk me to my car as it was icy in places.&amp;nbsp; He wanted to pay me for gas at least, and I declined.&amp;nbsp; When I think of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cleanairgardening.com/gardengift.html"&gt;garden gifts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;my kids have given me, I just am so happy.&amp;nbsp; Josh gave me a beautiful angel that's in my little garden.&amp;nbsp; Every time&amp;nbsp; I see it, I smile and think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather gave me a butterfly that lights up green at night.&amp;nbsp; I have another angel, too!&amp;nbsp; I just need to get a moon to be complete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-1530287922041587732?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1530287922041587732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=1530287922041587732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1530287922041587732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1530287922041587732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/shy-little-girl.html' title='A Shy Little Girl'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2102760132530070282</id><published>2012-02-05T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T13:15:51.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Teeth</title><content type='html'>Abby is celebrating her birthday today!!!&amp;nbsp; My littlest girl who now has two little ones of her own.&amp;nbsp; She called me last night from PM where they were celebrating her birthday since today is the Super Bowl.&amp;nbsp; Sure sounded like she was having fun.&amp;nbsp; OK, I did have a twinge of wanting to go out there, too.&amp;nbsp; But I gave it up and am determined to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if it was Friday or Thursday, but she called me and said Aiden finally has 2 little teeth breaking through the surface.&amp;nbsp; Hurray!&amp;nbsp; He has been teething forever, but just lately has he been running a temp.&amp;nbsp; We'll have to get some &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinsforanything.com/"&gt;lapel pins&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;that say, "Warning, teething baby!"&amp;nbsp; What do ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Justin's Mom took the kids overnight while they went out and said he was running a temp again.&amp;nbsp; I had hoped since the teeth broke the surface, maybe he'd be in the pink again.&amp;nbsp; Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2102760132530070282?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2102760132530070282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2102760132530070282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2102760132530070282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2102760132530070282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-teeth.html' title='First Teeth'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-7372451384960913764</id><published>2012-02-05T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T13:03:52.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I am addicted to reading books (all my life).&amp;nbsp; One of my favorite authors is &lt;i&gt;Laurell K. Hamilton.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Some of her books are about were animals such as, were tigers, were wolves, were rats, were lions, etc.&amp;nbsp; Fanciful reading at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the latest I've finished reading was about someone who raises zombies for a living, plus she is a vampire slayer.&amp;nbsp; The head of the vampires is in love with her as is a were wolf (not like in the old movies, more like the &lt;i&gt;Twilight &lt;/i&gt;series.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty cool, scary, yet not scary enough to give you nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like about it is that there's a whole series so you can end one book and keep reading the story in the next one.&amp;nbsp; There aren't any &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://bajulimports.com/"&gt;charm bracelets&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;in the books but, there are silver crosses that should protect you from vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I grabbed your attention yet?&amp;nbsp; Get to the library and read to your heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been paid by this author or her publishing company to write about this writer.&amp;nbsp; I only wrote because I love her books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-7372451384960913764?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7372451384960913764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=7372451384960913764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7372451384960913764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7372451384960913764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/lions-and-tigers-and-bears-oh-my.html' title='Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-915149233970402210</id><published>2012-02-05T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:48:02.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Steve</title><content type='html'>Steve worked for about 3 weeks, then was laid off for almost 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Finally his boss called and said he had work for him.&amp;nbsp; Problem was it was 12 hour days for 7 days a week and 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; It's up in Ames so he has to leave here around 4:30 AM in good weather, 4 AM on days like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Super Bowl Sunday and I am here alone as Steve's working.&amp;nbsp; I may look at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/triangledirect"&gt;triangle direct media&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;rather&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;than watch the game, but you never know.&amp;nbsp; I normally don't watch sports, however; lately, when Steve watches football, I crochet and glance up at the game occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be watching it?&amp;nbsp; Poor Steve, will be working till 6 PM, then it's another hour and a half to get home.&amp;nbsp; I know he wishes he could see it.&amp;nbsp; Have a great day and enjoy the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-915149233970402210?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/915149233970402210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=915149233970402210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/915149233970402210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/915149233970402210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/02/poor-steve.html' title='Poor Steve'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-6791906866770529082</id><published>2012-01-21T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:51:57.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow at Last</title><content type='html'>Winter has finally shown her colors, at last.&amp;nbsp; We have been having a very mild winter so far (which the Farmer's Almanac predicted).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although I've lived in Iowa all my life, I loved it that we had nice temps up till now.&amp;nbsp; (I really do not like winter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's brother, Wayne and his wife Ruthanne drive new RVs to their destinations and are in the South a lot when we are freezing up here.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if they ever need to call &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodsamesp.com/"&gt;motorhome repair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, you know, if something goes wrong.&amp;nbsp; The odds are low, I'm sure since they are brand new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie and Randy live in Prattville, AL, and I love it when Randy tells me how warm it is down there when I call.&amp;nbsp; It's almost always wonderful weather there.&amp;nbsp; I'd move down there if my kids and grandkids would all move, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your winter going?&amp;nbsp; Do you like the snow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-6791906866770529082?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6791906866770529082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=6791906866770529082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6791906866770529082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6791906866770529082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2012/01/snow-at-last.html' title='Snow at Last'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-7880030276842244584</id><published>2011-12-27T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:11:02.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve's Birthday</title><content type='html'>As you all know, Steve's birthday is Dec. 24.  He turned 60 this year, which means I'm not far behind.  We decided to surprise him with a party at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shang Yuen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him we needed to meet Abby at 5 so she could give him her Christmas gift as she worked on Christmas day.  After driving to I-80, he asked me where we were meeting her.  I told him on Hickman where she was doing something else on her day off.  When we passed 63rd street, he asked me where on Hickman were we meeting.  I told him I wasn't sure, somewhere near Hickman and Merle Hay Rd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if it was some where on the corner.  Nope!  I'm thinking by then he knew where I was heading.  Anyway, we usually try to go to that Chinese restaurant every year.  When I pulled into their parking lot and parked, I said, "We might as well get something to eat while we wait."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if we should pull tables together (before someone else came in and took them).  Yep!  He knew.  I smiled sheepishly and said that was a great idea.  They ought  to give out &lt;a href="http://www.awardsforanything.com/"&gt;trophies&lt;/a&gt; for guessing ahead of time that a party was planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, we all ate and opened presents and it was fun and yummy.  Steve loved every gift given to him:  Heather - a money clip with her 4 kids pics on it (looks like diamonds surrounding it) and a sweatshirt that he's already worn, Steve II - a neat knife that flips out when you push or squeeze something, Josh - A jacket that Steve said is really warm, and Abby - a percolator coffee pot (Steve's been wanting one forever).  I know there were more gifts, but I can't recall them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Shelley gave me a big box that had a beautiful Angel statue with wire wings to add to my collection around my garden.  I almost cried when I saw it.  Beautiful!  I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Eve, the night we celebrate when Jesus was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-7880030276842244584?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7880030276842244584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=7880030276842244584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7880030276842244584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7880030276842244584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/12/steves-birthday.html' title='Steve&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2417577705570549508</id><published>2011-12-21T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T12:45:14.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Monday night, or rather, early Tuesday morning, I went to bed at 2:00 AM.  At 4:00 my phone rang.  It was Abby and she needed someone to stay with Kayla as she had a fever and could not be taken to the sitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm for 5 and tried to go back to sleep.  Since that didn't happen, I got up and took my bath and decided to go to Abby's early.  While on my way, I realized it was a good thing I left when I did as I would be arriving at 6:30 when Ab had asked me to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla was a little angel.  Even though she didn't feel good, she was so easy to watch.  She watched Dora on the TV while I lay next to her (trying not to fall asleep).  She ate breakfast and later lunch and finally said, "I don't feel good."  Oh, my poor grandbaby, I felt so bad for her.  She was a real trouper though.  I let her take her nap on the couch, which made her happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin came home around 3:30 to take Kayla to the doctor.  At the appointment, her temp was 102 so Abby stayed home with her kids today.  The doctor said she didn't have strepp but did have a virus.  Of course, the dreaded virus.  Which you do not get meds for.  I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what our whole family needs is to go to a &lt;a href="http://www.almondresorts.com/the-resorts/almond-beach-village/"&gt;family all inclusive resort&lt;/a&gt; to relax and have fun.  That way we could all build up our immune systems and be ready to take on the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this finds everyone happy and healthy.  May you have a Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2417577705570549508?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2417577705570549508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2417577705570549508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2417577705570549508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2417577705570549508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/12/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-310703767223514427</id><published>2011-12-14T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:47:46.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Heather!</title><content type='html'>Since it is after midnight may I be the first to wish you a Happy Birthday!  I have prayed that the Lord will richly bless you and keep you all through the day and year.  I love you!  Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-310703767223514427?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/310703767223514427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=310703767223514427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/310703767223514427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/310703767223514427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-heather.html' title='Happy Birthday Heather!'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5541099978573763907</id><published>2011-12-14T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:42:58.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day</title><content type='html'>I just had the most wonderful day and evening, I had to let you know about it.  Today is Wednesday, December 14, (the day before my beautiful Heather's bday).  I started out the day by sleeping in (I just love doing that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a little TV (Nate Burkus ((sp?)) show, then Dr. Phil,) and got my gear ready to head to West Des Moines.  I had an hour long massage which was so great, I felt like a wet noodle after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Glad Tidings for a little food for the spirit.  I actually go to an A of G church close to my home but on Wednesday nights they don't have a bible study and I need it.  It was as great as expected so once again headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention, Steve got a call for work this morning which started the day out even better.  It's only for a week but may lead into more so here's hoping.  With the heating bills getting higher, we can sure use the income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish our state would deregulate the electric companies so we could choose who we want to be customers of.  Then we could have companies competing for us and save 10% or more like people who switch to &lt;a href="http://www.lowcostpower.com/nj"&gt;new jersey energy&lt;/a&gt;.  Wouldn't that be great to have cost go down instead of up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been using our Heat Surge at night to heat the bedroom.  It's really nice and it saves on using our propane.  How do you heat your home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5541099978573763907?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5541099978573763907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5541099978573763907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5541099978573763907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5541099978573763907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-day.html' title='A Great Day'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8195502682029384065</id><published>2011-12-07T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:03:12.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Aching....</title><content type='html'>jaw.  Had to go in to the dentist (again) to have a filling put in a tooth.  I swear, if I get one more check-up with another cavity, I'm going to go stir-crazy.  Steve comes home from his check-ups and 'NO CAVITIES' practically every time.  It just isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had this appointment made for about a month ago.  The morning of the appointment I had thrush AGAIN.  I get it really easy.  That's not fair either.  OK, I'll quit whining now, either that or you're going to ask me to pass the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it went pretty well today but you know how you tend to bite your cheek afterwards cause it gets in the way?  That was me totally.  Now, it's just a little throbbing where the shots went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my dentist were a doctor on the west coast, he wouldn't need &lt;a href="http://www.mymedicalmalpracticeinsurance.com/california-medical-malpractice-insurance.php"&gt;medical malpractice insurance california&lt;/a&gt; as he is so good.  Seriously, he talks me through everything he does with a soft voice, it just relaxes me and I don't tense up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a check-up appointment in February, can't wait to see if I can say, "No cavities!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-8195502682029384065?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8195502682029384065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=8195502682029384065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8195502682029384065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8195502682029384065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-poor-aching.html' title='My Poor Aching....'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-282518316734493026</id><published>2011-12-06T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:39:24.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday Party for Alyce</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday Heather and Pato celebrated Alyce's 5Th birthday.  What an excited little girl!  She is such a sweetheart with such a lovely smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, H's family was all there, Steve and Syd were there, Josh's family, Justin, Kayla, and Aiden, and Steve and I rounded out our family.  Heather had also invited Angie and Danielle (high school friends) and their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had maidrites, chips and dip, and, of course, cake and ice cream.  The cake was from Hy-Vee, I'm sure.  It had that wonderful icing.  Of all the gifts Alyce got, her favorite was a little furry puppy in its own purse.  Aiden really liked that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take my camcorder or camera which really bummed me out but I'm thinking of looking at &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=Hard+Drives"&gt;portable hard drives&lt;/a&gt; so  I can take my files and pictures that are on my computer anywhere, plus the bonus of not having to worry about a crash anymore!  Then, all the pics I take and store on my computer will be safe.  What an ingenious idea!  I wonder if Heather has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have happy holidays, and stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-282518316734493026?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/282518316734493026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=282518316734493026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/282518316734493026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/282518316734493026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/12/bday-party-for-alyce.html' title='Bday Party for Alyce'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-6668561869932231847</id><published>2011-11-25T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:15:46.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>Abby and Mikayla met Steve and I at the YMCA Healthy Living Center this afternoon.  Abby needed to get into the hot tub and, of course, Mikayla just loves to swim.  After spending time in the pool and then the hot  tub, we went back to get Mikayla at the pool where Grandpa was playing with her.  Abby, Mikayla, and I took showers and then I went with them Abby's.  Steve went to church and then came to Abby's later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin had supper ready, so after eating, Justin and Abby went Christmas shopping.  They bought so much stuff they considered looking at &lt;a href="http://www.hitchdepotusa.com/"&gt;trailer hitches&lt;/a&gt; so they could haul it all home.  Seriously, they didn't get that much.  Wouldn't that be fun, though?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I hand out checks (I should say Steve does) to our four kids so they can do the shopping for us for their families.  I can remember when we used to go shopping for the whole family.  One year we even bought something for everyone in Steve's family, kids included.  Since I hurt my back, that is impossible for me.  Besides, our kids know more what their kids want or need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to church tomorrow morning.  Hope everyone has a great Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-6668561869932231847?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6668561869932231847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=6668561869932231847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6668561869932231847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6668561869932231847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2653259668432613347</id><published>2011-11-25T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:40:09.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day Was a Blast</title><content type='html'>How was your Thanksgiving?  Ours was very, very good.  I'd have to say it may be the best I can remember.  Everyone in our family was there except Jordan, who was at his Dad's house (or probably his Grandma's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve did most of the preparation for the turkey (and the making of the pumpkin pies the day before) as I ended up having a sinus infection, fluid behind my right ear, and coughing all the time.  Normally, we make things together and I tend to get angry because we do the same thing every year, yet he has to be walked through it all (getting the turkey and dressing ready).  By the time we're with the family, I'm normally so upset I can scream.  This year, okay, there was the normal "I don't know how to do this"; but although that irritated me (cause I wanted to get into the tub and didn't feel that great), we didn't argue or become angry.  It's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to Heather's, who graciously offered up her home for the day, everyone was happy and Steve brought his new girlfriend, Lavonda, and her son, Matt, and she got along with everyone great.  Oh, he also brought Syd and Jadah, too.  After eating, the kids showed us what they could do (head stands, cartwheels, backbends, etc.) and I recorded most of it and took a lot of pics with the camera, too.  We even got Heather and Abby to do some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Steve went to the orthopaedic hand surgeon who did my surgery on my thumb joint.  He is signed up to have surgery on his left hand in December.  At least it's not something major like &lt;a href="http://northamericanspine.com/"&gt;Open back surgery&lt;/a&gt;.  This will take 6 to 8 weeks off work, but since he's not working still, anyway and it doesn't sound like it will start up again until possibly January, he might as well take the time to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about having my left hand done; but, thankfully, since my last massage, it hasn't hurt much at all.  Hurray!  I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving and a wonderful weekend coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2653259668432613347?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2653259668432613347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2653259668432613347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2653259668432613347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2653259668432613347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkey-day-was-blast.html' title='Turkey Day Was a Blast'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5137752776946912853</id><published>2011-11-12T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:45:56.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>Josh and Steve met at HyVee for a free breakfast for veterans yesterday.  Then he went about his normal routine, YMCA, etc.  I went to Abby's after dropping off my allergy serum schedules at the doctor's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Abby's to give her a hand with the kids so she could try and get some rest as she's been sick for some time.  Later she went with Justin to his doctor appointment and they went to eat before coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Steve and I went to Olive Garden (meeting Josh there) for dinner.  Again, they were given a free entree as veterans.  I had a $5 coupon for my meal and we all ate till we were stuffed.  Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the car I no longer needed to wear my &lt;a href="http://www.eyesave.com/brands/b17-d1-pg1/Maui+Jim-Sunglasses/index.aspx"&gt;Maui Jim Sunglasses&lt;/a&gt; as it was getting dark out.  I drove to Adel to fill up my tank and headed on home.  What a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5137752776946912853?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5137752776946912853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5137752776946912853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5137752776946912853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5137752776946912853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-481006189419964111</id><published>2011-11-12T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:21:35.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change In Weather</title><content type='html'>Earlier today I spent very little time outside as it was rainy (all day long) and chilly.  There's nothing drearier than a rainy day with little to do.  Tonight I went outside again and this time it was snowing.  Oh, brother!  It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas :)   Actually, the flakes are very large and wet.  The sidewalk is getting a slushy look to it (although, the weatherman said it wouldn't stick to the sidewalks).  Of course, the grass is getting a nice clean (white) covering.  Tomorrow I have two appointments and then church in the evening.  The first appointment is to have a tooth filled (now that I have dental insurance again).  The second appointment is for a massage (I can hardly wait!) and that is a must.  It's at 5:30, then there should just be enough time to get to church.  It's not supposed to snow tomorrow.  In fact, it is supposed to be sunny (hallelujah) and should melt away the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-481006189419964111?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/481006189419964111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=481006189419964111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/481006189419964111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/481006189419964111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/11/change-in-weather.html' title='A Change In Weather'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-612309342021021230</id><published>2011-11-05T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T15:28:37.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pato's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Pato (actually it is tomorrow); but, he is grilling out tonight, yum!  I always love it when he cooks.  Actually, I like it when anyone but me cooks.  He makes great Mexican food and chicken wings/legs on the grill, yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Heather to call me to tell me he got home with the new vacuum so my allergies don't act up.  They have one kitten, two dogs, two lovebirds, and 4 budgies.  I don't understand how Heather can not react to the animals.  I know sometimes she reacts to cats but since they lived with Josh and Shelley, she seems to be better.  OR her knew kitten is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually typing this in the computer room as for some reason I cannot always get WIFI in the living room.  I think I need a longer plug in directly to the satellite box on this desk.  Then I could get a &lt;a href="http://www.electriduct.com/"&gt;management cable&lt;/a&gt; so I wouldn't fall over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Pato's fixing tonight????  I'm getting very hungry now that I think of it.  :)  Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-612309342021021230?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/612309342021021230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=612309342021021230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/612309342021021230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/612309342021021230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/11/patos-birthday.html' title='Pato&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-6215843975391337288</id><published>2011-11-04T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T15:13:48.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Masked Bandits Were In .....</title><content type='html'>my back yard at two in the morning when I went out to smoke.  (I know, I need to quit!)  I don't know who was more shocked, me or them.  I slammed the door a few times and they took off running.  Yes, I'm talking about five big raccoons.  You probably guessed that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say they did scare me a little.  I kept looking all around to see if there were any more.  They were pretty content eating the acorns in our yard.  We happen to have a few thousand out there.  They are welcome to them but, I really don't want them up next to me, know what I mean?  The first time I saw one, I thought he (she?) was really cute.  They were all really fat.  Wonder what the bounty is on them???? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I went back into the house, I was pretty chilly.  The thought of having a &lt;a href="http://cozywinters.com/shop/pf-shmp.html"&gt;heated mattress pad&lt;/a&gt; was sounding really good.  Since I don't have one yet, I snuggled up next to Steve's back (he is virtually a furnace).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-6215843975391337288?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6215843975391337288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=6215843975391337288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6215843975391337288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6215843975391337288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-masked-bandits-were-in.html' title='5 Masked Bandits Were In .....'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-7574124319427846099</id><published>2011-10-19T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:11:38.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Ago Tuesday....</title><content type='html'>I was asked by Heather to keep an eye on Christiano while she coached Alyce's game.  While I waited for her family to pull into the parking lot, I saw Josh drop off Taylor.  I put the window down and hollered her name, she turned and waved at me. Josh had to take Carter to his game and then come back to pick up Taylor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather arrived and I took Christiano and Kat to the playground.  How weird is that that Jordan, Taylor, and Alyce would all be at the same soccer area.  Turned out, Jordan and Taylor's teams played a scrimmage against each other.  So for a while I'm yelling, "Go, Jordan" and next it is "Way to kick, Taylor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, Christiano is tired of the playground and wants to go see his Mom.  We walk over to their area and watch the rest of Alyce's game, then the rest of Jordan vs Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Josh invited me to watch a DVD with him and the kids.  I couldn't turn it down.  However, Carter had a different idea as he grabbed the &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=Wii_Accessories"&gt;wii remote controller&lt;/a&gt; and told us he was going to play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh told him we were going to watch the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zookeeper&lt;/span&gt; and Carter picked up a small game to play instead. Taylor sat at the kitchen table doing homework so she didn't watch much of it, but Josh and I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Steve gets done with this class he's in, we'll start getting movies again.  I can hardly wait for that.  Do you have big plans for this weekend?  I think we're going to Steve's brother's for a Halloween party.  Don't know if we'll be dressing the part or not.  Either way, have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-7574124319427846099?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7574124319427846099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=7574124319427846099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7574124319427846099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7574124319427846099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/10/week-ago-tuesday.html' title='A Week Ago Tuesday....'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-6020314199692663420</id><published>2011-10-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:47:21.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney Called</title><content type='html'>My phone was ringing, when I looked at the screen, I saw it was my granddaughter, Sydney.  She was wondering if I wanted to buy some cookie dough, cheese, summer sausage, cheese dips, or soup.  She is in the band and they are raising money. Of course, I'd love to come look at what you're selling.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty hungry at the time and anything sounded good by then.  I'll admit, I ordered way too much.  One was cream of chicken and rice soup, YUM! and with it you get a baked potato soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Sarah I'm trying to lose weight and ordering cookie dough is not something I should be doing. She said, "You can freeze the cookie dough for up to 6 months."  Yeah right, like it will last that long in my freezer.  I ordered the soup combo, chocolate chunk cookie dough, oatmeal raisin cookie dough, and a box with two cheeses and a summer sausage.  Then I ordered a snicker doodle cookie dough for Heather which she will pay for when I see her next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going through my emails earlier I saw a note from my Yearbook section of Facebook.  They were asking me if any of the pictures of me were from high school.  Nope none of them were.  I guess I need to do some &lt;a href="http://www.royalimaging.com/"&gt;document scanning&lt;/a&gt; and get my senior picture in there, huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Friday night as I get to babysit Kayla and Aiden!!!  Cannot wait.  Steve will probably be at school for extra help so I'll probably be there alone with them.  That's okay, then I can hog Aiden all to myself!! TeeHee.  Hope you have a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-6020314199692663420?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6020314199692663420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=6020314199692663420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6020314199692663420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6020314199692663420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/10/sydney-called.html' title='Sydney Called'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2856048476535942169</id><published>2011-09-30T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:10:59.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting Back a Ways</title><content type='html'>You ever have one of those days when you want to call your Mom or Dad, even though they've been gone for years, then you remember that you can no longer call them.  I had one of those days today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Abby's two little ones, Kayla who is now THREE years old, and Aiden who is already 2 1/2 months old.  They sure grow fast.  Aiden is getting his own little personality now.  He smiles when he sees Abby and if I encourage him to talk to me, I get a smile, too!  Kayla always smiles when she sees me.  Earlier this week I was at their house and I was outside.  Kayla didn't know I was there yet.  She saw my purse and said, "Is Grandma here?"  Abby told her I was outside and would be in in a minute.  Kayla said, "I love my Grandma, she's my friend!"  I know I'm pathetic, but I just eat that kind of stuff right up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was holding Aiden and helping Kayla figure out what letter to push on her toy.  I sat there wishing Mom and Dad could see them now.  OK, they're probably looking down on us from Heaven, but, I wish I could have them hold my grandkids now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Mom giving up cigarettes so Dad would give her a diamond ring (like he said he would); then, when he didn't do it, she started it up again.  Wish Steve would make me an offer like that.  I know, I know, I have to WANT to give them up.  Then there's Dad going bowling with a pack of his favorite &lt;a href="http://www.famous-smoke.com/"&gt;cigars&lt;/a&gt; in his pocket.  Alright he didn't smoke them that much, but it is a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure wish I could talk to them again, see how proud they'd be with how our kids and many grandkids have turned out. Remember, you don't know how much time you have left so live your life as if it could be your or your loved ones last day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2856048476535942169?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2856048476535942169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2856048476535942169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2856048476535942169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2856048476535942169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/09/reflecting-back-ways.html' title='Reflecting Back a Ways'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5179075366170146429</id><published>2011-09-19T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:50:38.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Watch the Kids</title><content type='html'>Abby has a job interview on Tuesday so I am excited both for her and for me (cause I get to see Aiden and Kayla).  This job is in the main Methodist Hospital, too, so it would be closer to her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Aiden at church Wednesday night and he changes every time I see him.  Kayla is losing her toddler looks and is growing up so fast, too.  I know, you can tell I love all my grandkids, can't ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually lost a few more pounds, however, Steve brought home some homemade pizza Saturday night and we ate it then and also Sunday for lunch.  You guessed it!  I gained two of the lost pounds back.  It is so blessed hard to lose weight.  I am thankful, though, that I am still down 14 pounds.  I'm going to keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at &lt;a href="http://www.lingeriediva.com/corsets"&gt;corsetts&lt;/a&gt; online.  They aren't what your grandmother used to wear!  I'm seriously thinking about saving up to get one tee hee.  I could wear it until I lose the rest of the weight!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5179075366170146429?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5179075366170146429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5179075366170146429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5179075366170146429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5179075366170146429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-to-watch-kids.html' title='Time to Watch the Kids'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8959722746006152693</id><published>2011-09-19T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:30:48.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>As normal, our family got together the day before the holiday so most didn't have to work the next day.  Each family brought their own meat and I made maidrites for Heather's family and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and Josh both grilled while I cooked the hamburger for the maidrites.  Heather brought a couple packages of buns and a French Silk Pie (yum).  Shelley and Josh brought a watermelon (besides their meat) and potato salad.  Abby and Justin brought a corn/bean mixture and a loaf of crusty bread and both were yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful time of getting together and after dark I got out the graham crackers, marshmallows, and Hershey bars (which had previously been brought by Heather and Shelley).  Time for S'mores.  The kids always love it, as do the adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we get together we'll be able to use &lt;a href="http://www.dropdowndeals.com/walmart-coupons"&gt;walmart coupons&lt;/a&gt; to help purchase things.  I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Aiden spent some time outside, but the balance was inside nursing.  He is really growing, and Kayla is loving having a little brother.  Hope you all had a wonderful holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-8959722746006152693?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8959722746006152693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=8959722746006152693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8959722746006152693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8959722746006152693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3128329717117912611</id><published>2011-08-18T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:27:39.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Rejuvenated</title><content type='html'>This year for my birthday my kids went together and gave me a gift certificate to the Spa at West Glen.  My massage therapist's name is Amy and she has magic in her hands.  She's a young girl and pretty and sweet as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going twice (mostly on my certificate), I decided I need to budget going there once a month (a week would be better).  Yesterday was my day.  I was excited to tell her that after massaging my shoulder area last time, the rotater cuff pain was gone.  How exciting is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt limp as a wet noodle after the massage, found it hard to make myself get off the table.  She worked on my low back, mid back, neck and shoulder areas.  I'm a little sore today, but hopefully by tomorrow, I'll be free again in movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have other things they do there such as hands and nails, feet, facials, etc., but I'll bet none are as good as &lt;a href="http://www.cleopatraschoice.com/premier.html"&gt;premier dead sea&lt;/a&gt;.  Since two of their ingredients are Dead Sea minerals and seaweed, makes me want to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I made my appointment for next month and went to Penneys, bought a pair of jeans with my $10 off coupon.  Then killed time until church.  Another great evening.  Hope you have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3128329717117912611?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3128329717117912611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3128329717117912611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3128329717117912611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3128329717117912611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-been-rejuvenated.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Rejuvenated'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3830979635275867123</id><published>2011-08-11T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:03:47.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..... Freedom</title><content type='html'>I have been struggling lately with going to church and the Y.  Don't ask me how that started, but I know how I feel.  We were going to a church in Waukee when I started feeling uncomfortable.  It seemed like the music portion and the sermon was just a performance to man.  It got so I refused to go there anymore, beginning with leaving the service and waiting for my hubby in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then started going to a church in West Des Moines (Lutheran, which I was raised in).  I liked it, but something was missing.  We used to go to an A of G church in Des Moines, but quit going there when we moved out west.  Finally, I knew I wasn't being fed, felt like my spirit was tied up.  I quit going to church at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my daughter, Abby, invited me to go to an A of G church on the south side not too far from where she lives.  I loved it, my spirit felt free!  The only drawback was the long drive to get there.  When she had her baby, she took a few weeks off from going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've been seeing Him in everything outdoors and praying out there.  I began to feel like that is where I should be.  I didn't feel like I needed to be in a building to feel Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Steve asked me to go with him to Abby's church.  My whole self rebelled, but I made myself go to be with Steve and Abby.  Once inside the church, I felt my spirit soar again.  Finally.....freedom.  That is where I am supposed to be.  Heather even told me she'd go next Sunday with me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have freedom from criminals stealing information from your credit cards, passports, debit cards, anything that has your important information on them, without touching your purse (or wallet), you need &lt;a href="http://www.idstronghold.com/"&gt;rfid blocking wallets&lt;/a&gt;.  I didn't know people could electronically get your info until I read about these.  What a great way to keep creeps out of your personal life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Sunday, have a wonderful day and weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3830979635275867123?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3830979635275867123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3830979635275867123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3830979635275867123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3830979635275867123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/08/finally-freedom.html' title='Finally..... Freedom'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8492615002330671188</id><published>2011-08-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:22:27.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Love of Aiden</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday I went with Abby to Aiden's 2 week appt.  He is gaining weight, in fact, the doctor said she'd never seen a breast-fed baby gain that much.  Hoo hoo, Abby!  Mama's milk is rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the doctor told us she thought he had a hernia in the private area.  She said she'd set up an ultra-sound and if he starts crying uncontrollably for 3 - 5 hours to take him to the ER.  I asked why it needed fixed if it wasn't hurting him.  It could strangulate which could be deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a really hard day for him.  He would cry terribly unless you held him.  I had brought over the ingredients for scalloped spuds and ham, so after supper when Aiden cried so hard we all became concerned.  Steve and I suggested the ER.  I called my other kids for prayer and also, my sisters, and my best friend, Linda.  It was a very scary time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Abby called and said he was okay.  The crying could be caused by a gassy tummy.  I suggested this morning Abby check the nursing book to see what kinds of foods to avoid for that reason.  Thank God Aiden is alright.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is losing weight and of course her maternity clothes are toooo big, her pre-pregnancy clothes are not fitting yet.  Oh, I remember that time well.  Unfortunately, I kept 10 lbs with each child, bummer!  I think what I needed was to find the &lt;a href="http://researchdietpills.com"&gt;safest diet pills that work&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd still like to take them, though I am losing weight (down 13 lbs as of today), I wish I could get some help instead of doing it the hard way.  Unfortunately, being on meds for high BP and a fast heart rate does not allow me to take any helpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Aiden in your thoughts and prayers, please.  He goes to the surgeon a week from Thursday to see if he needs surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-8492615002330671188?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8492615002330671188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=8492615002330671188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8492615002330671188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8492615002330671188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-love-of-aiden.html' title='For Love of Aiden'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8124121313915708740</id><published>2011-07-27T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T17:30:54.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Tell You.....</title><content type='html'>the day after Aiden was born we pulled into the hospital parking lot and got out of the car.  Steve immediately said, "You've got a tire going flat."  Oh, great!  Just what we need and we were going into see the new baby.  Life sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into the car we climb, I drove over to a nearby QT, while Steve called Abby to let her know we wouldn't be coming up.  Justin had seen us through the window so they were expecting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been a good time to have &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamers.com/"&gt;breakdown service&lt;/a&gt;.  Instead, we filled the tire up with air and by the time we drove back to the hospital, we'd lost 4 lbs of air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the fastest visit to see the baby as we had to get to Walmart quickly before the air went back out.  Of course the closest one didn't have time to work on it, so we drove to the Mill Civic Parkway one and luckily we still had some air in it and they were able to get us in right away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-8124121313915708740?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8124121313915708740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=8124121313915708740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8124121313915708740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8124121313915708740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/07/did-i-tell-you.html' title='Did I Tell You.....'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-1556688159259085468</id><published>2011-07-27T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T17:11:46.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage Day</title><content type='html'>After two postponements, I finally was able to make my appointment with Amy at the Spa at West Glen.  Hoo hoo!  The first postponement occurred because my wheel bearing needed to be replaced.  The second was due to my getting bronchitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how wonderful I feel now.  Everyone should at least get a massage once a month (not that I do that but if I had the money, I'd do it once a week).  You get so relaxed during and after, it is sooooo great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to the pain control doctor to hopefully get injections in the joint between the leg and body.  Then hopefully, I'll be able to take walks again without those joints burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I am going to Abby's to spend the day.  I am so excited, I've been having Aiden and Mikayla withdrawals.  I'm finally feeling somewhat better.  Steve's been over twice without me (since I was sick) and was able to hold Aiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of having a new grandchild, did you know that you can have a &lt;a href="http://www.dnacenter.com/paternity/prenatal-testing.html"&gt;paternity test while pregnant&lt;/a&gt; now?  They didn't have those back in the day.  Who knows what they'll come up with next; but, if you need to have that knowledge, it would be great to know sooner rather than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-1556688159259085468?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1556688159259085468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=1556688159259085468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1556688159259085468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1556688159259085468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/07/massage-day.html' title='Massage Day'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-6362527523978879171</id><published>2011-07-26T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:51:20.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days after Aiden was born.....</title><content type='html'>I started having an itchy throat and lungs.  It started Tuesday evening before Linda got here.  By Friday, I was convinced I had bronchitis.  I had an appointment for a recheck on blood work for my blood sugar level and cholesterol that day, so when I saw my doctor she concurred that is what I had and prescribed a Z-pak, a steroid, and medicine for thrush (which I always get when on steroids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a week later and I feel better than last week; however, I am far from being well.  Not seeing Aiden is killing me.  It's been a week of days that I not only couldn't go see them, but didn't feel like going out.  When I get better, and after I get my fill of Aiden and Mikayla, and helping Abby out, I may just surprise everybody and do something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may ask Steve to check into &lt;a href="http://www.ccoutdoorstore.com/sierra-designs-tents.html"&gt;Sierra Designs Tents&lt;/a&gt; to get us a 2 or 3 man tent so we can actually go camping.  That is something he loves and hasn't really done since we've been married.  Surprised?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-6362527523978879171?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6362527523978879171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=6362527523978879171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6362527523978879171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6362527523978879171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-days-after-aiden-was-born.html' title='Two days after Aiden was born.....'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2294041527960144466</id><published>2011-07-26T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:36:19.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby Had Her Baby</title><content type='html'>Sunday, July 17Th, 2011, at around 1:45 PM, Abby had Aiden Michael Sleeth, 6 lbs, 15 ounces, 20 inches long.  Hallelujah!  He had the cord wrapped around his head, so the doctor told Abby to hold off pushing.  She then took two clips and placed them around 7 inches apart on the cord, then cut it and the cord fell away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he was out, he was placed in the warmer and the nurse was rubbing his back and feet to try to get him to cry loud (to take in oxygen, more).  Finally, she put oxygen on him and continued to rub his back.  His skin started taking on a more normal color.  After a while, they took him down to the nursery to do all the normal things and he was fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you what all Abby went through in her pregnancy.  A little of it was passing four kidney stones, and terrible back pain.  I wished that I was rich and could buy her a new tub from&lt;a href="http://www.bathsofdistinction.com/"&gt;tubs at bathsofdistinction&lt;/a&gt;.  They even have some with air massage jets and twin chromotherapy underwater lights.  They remind me of the tub Abby had in the hospital. It had lights that changed color, so soothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, Justin, Mikayla, and Aiden are home now so all is well and beautiful in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2294041527960144466?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2294041527960144466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2294041527960144466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2294041527960144466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2294041527960144466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/07/abby-had-her-baby.html' title='Abby Had Her Baby'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-1552929301699970663</id><published>2011-07-21T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:19:13.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was Good</title><content type='html'>As usual, I normally spend a lot of time outside.  Although the thermometer said 88 degrees and above, I felt really great outside.  The inside thermostat said 80 all day, but I didn't feel hot at all.  Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather was telling me about a drink she made herself to help slim her down.  It had apple cider vinegar and other things in it.  Yuck.  I would rather order &lt;a href="http://www.slimmingpillsreview.com"&gt;slimming pills&lt;/a&gt; and just take one with water.  How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve just got home from church so I'd best end this here.  He likes to share with me what it was all about.  I love that he shares with me.  Catch ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-1552929301699970663?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1552929301699970663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=1552929301699970663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1552929301699970663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1552929301699970663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-was-good.html' title='Today was Good'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8723781505306010773</id><published>2011-07-16T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T12:37:50.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Winterset</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon Steve asked me if I wanted to go see his Mom who lives in Winterset.  I was feeling kind of down and didn't really want to go anywhere.  Then he asked if I wanted to go get a pizza.  That sealed the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went and after filling up the Vue, we drove to the Pizza Hut in Winterset.  We had called her first to see if she wanted us to pick her up so she could go with us, but Janet and Gene were making something for her supper already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate a Taco Pizza (my favorite) and then drove over to Mom Manning's house.  She was really glad to see us.  After we visited for a while, we watched Little House on the Prairie DVD seeing two stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I'd seen Elsie since she moved back home.  None of us like it that she's living there alone.  She really needs to be in assisted living.  She seemed happy, though, so maybe it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive home, Steve and I talked about our computers.  I'd really like to look into &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=demo-laptops"&gt;refurbished laptops&lt;/a&gt; so Steve can have one of his own.  As it is, he uses the old desk top that we've had for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you ever bought a refurbished laptop?  Let me know how you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-8723781505306010773?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8723781505306010773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=8723781505306010773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8723781505306010773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8723781505306010773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/07/trip-to-winterset.html' title='A Trip to Winterset'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-857535753085729570</id><published>2011-07-16T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T12:27:43.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Thirty-four years ago July 9 Steve and I were married!  This year, we almost didn't go out to eat because we both were so tired and a little down.  The reason?  My car had been in the shop since being towed there on the fourth of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we just decided to go ahead and drive into West Des Moines to the Outback.  Yum!  It's my favorite place to celebrate.  We ordered our usual which is the Outback Special (steak), steamed veggies, and a salad each.  Before that we decided to splurge and had deep fried mushrooms.  Yummie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating too much, I requested a box to go and put half my steak and veggies, plus two pieces of the bread with butter in it.  We drove home and relaxed for the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a lot about our lives up to now which got me to thinking about what I would do if something happened to Steve.  Did we have enough life insurance on each other?  We might just check into &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/life-insurance/no-exam/"&gt;life insurance with no exam&lt;/a&gt; to see what's out there for us.  After talking about serious things we checked in with Abby to make sure she wasn't in labour yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is due the 18Th and is having a lot of pain in her back when she stands and walks.  I wish Aiden would just decide to be born.  I can hardly wait!  I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-857535753085729570?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/857535753085729570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=857535753085729570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/857535753085729570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/857535753085729570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/07/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2352994537435619710</id><published>2011-07-07T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:46:46.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>As I sat outside this morning in the fresh air, comfortable weather, drinking my iced tea, I looked back at the past week.  It was a time of visiting, eating, frustration, and relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the 4th of July.  As our norm, we celebrated with our family on the 3rd.  That way no one had to get up early to go to work.  Steve, Josh (mostly) and Steve II grilled, we had a campfire, made S'mores, and watched Justin and Steve II light off fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Justin, who brought a box of fireworks, we had a nice show of color and sound.  Most of the kids liked the display.  I think the sounds bothered Cambria and Jadah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frustration was because my car (Vue) needed a wheel bearing.  Steve decided to replace it himself to save $$.  I'll leave that story for another setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The getting together is always wonderful.  I love seeing my kids and grandkids.  Abby is 11 days away from her due date (exciting), and has passed 4 kidney stones this pregnancy (ouch!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids (mostly Abby) helped clean up and after hugs and kisses, headed to their respective homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I replayed all this in my mind this morning, I then started thinking about the money we have in a 401 or some type of account.  Maybe it would be better invested in something else.  Maybe gold or coins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll send off for a &lt;a href="http://www.silvermorgandollar.com/"&gt;morgan silver dollar price guide&lt;/a&gt;.  They look to be safe and secure and have been in business for 37 years.  Being new to this I look for places approved by the BBB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how did your holiday go?  Drop me a line to let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2352994537435619710?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2352994537435619710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2352994537435619710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2352994537435619710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2352994537435619710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/07/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5970316534213370889</id><published>2011-06-22T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T19:59:38.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Since today was Wednesday, I met Abby at her house and then followed her to her church.  I just love it when I go there and Mikayla asks me if I want to go to church with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I invited Josh and Shelley to come tonight and I'm happy to say they all came.  I was a little worried that Cambria would be upset at going to the kids room.  She seemed apprehensive at first, Josh said.  But then he walked in and stood her next to Carter and Kayla.  She put her hand up and touched Carter's hair and she was fine.  Isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's are more of a Bible study, but I enjoy it.  Abby is getting more uncomfortable as the days get closer to her due date (July 18).  She had to lean forward twice to get the pressure of the baby to move.  I'd best get my camera fixed or else I'll be looking at &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=digital-cameras"&gt;digital cameras&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I had to make a run to buy film for the camcorder while Ab was in labour.  I'd best get my ducks in a row this time.  I can't wait till I can blog about my new grandson being born!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5970316534213370889?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5970316534213370889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5970316534213370889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5970316534213370889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5970316534213370889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/06/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-6264517424202632155</id><published>2011-06-22T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T19:51:20.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday was Father's Day and half our kids came out.  Abby, Justin, and Mikayla came out first.  Followed by Josh, Shelley, Taylor, Carter, and Cambria.  What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the mosquitoes were out in force; but, before long, Justin started a fire.  He then collected some branches from the fir trees and placed some on the fire.  Others he took around the yard we were in, waving them up and down to get smoke all around.  It did pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the campfire was going, Josh opened the marshmallows, candy bars, and graham crackers and before long S'mores were made.  The grandkids love them.  Myself, I just enjoy having the marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Steve's been working, it was great having the day off and enjoying it with the kids.  I'm thankful I'm on &lt;a href="http://www.allsup.com/about-ssdi/ssdi-overview.aspx"&gt;social security disability&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't know what I'd do without it.  I'm also glad I was smart in paying off my vehicle while I had the money to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great Father's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-6264517424202632155?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6264517424202632155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=6264517424202632155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6264517424202632155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6264517424202632155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5002832232125686347</id><published>2011-06-17T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:16:02.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Shoulder Braces Should Be a Must</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of ways an athlete can injure the shoulder in training or competition.  Having had a rotator cuff injury and later in life a strain in the same area, I know how bad that pain is.  I cannot imagine the pain some of our athletes go through when playing in school athletics or professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, now there are &lt;a href="http://www.betterbraces.com/football/shoulder-braces"&gt;shoulder braces for football&lt;/a&gt; that you can wear to prevent injury and others for post-injury or post-operatively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember watching Josh play football when he was younger and worried constantly that he would be hurt.  One bad fall could wreak havoc on the shoulder, taking you out of the game, possibly for weeks.  I'm not sure if they had shoulder braces then, but you can bet I would have gotten one if I'd known about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or a family member plays football, be sure to check into shoulder braces to prevent injury for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5002832232125686347?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5002832232125686347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5002832232125686347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5002832232125686347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5002832232125686347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/06/football-shoulder-braces-should-be-must.html' title='Football Shoulder Braces Should Be a Must'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2940489575183078498</id><published>2011-05-31T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T12:01:28.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>A day to remember our fallen soldiers who gave us freedom.  We were planning on having our family (minus Ab as she had to work) out to our house for a day of eating and just getting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my body had a surprise for me.  Needless to say, I called Jay and asked if we could move it to his house and I'd stay home.  Also, Christiano woke up with a cough that sounded like a seal barking.  That made Heather's family stay home, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve decided he needed to get the weedwacking done, which took until nearly 5 PM.  At that point, he didn't want to drive anywhere so he grilled our steak here and we had the macaroni salad he'd bought.  I felt better by then so we enjoyed our evening together watching DVDs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine we'll be receiving &lt;a href="http://www.invitationbox.com/kidsbirthdaypartyinvitations.html"&gt;Kids Birthday Invitations&lt;/a&gt; soon.  Sydney and Taylor both have birthdays coming up.  Syd will be 10 and Tay will be 13.  Man, time travels fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great Memorial Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2940489575183078498?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2940489575183078498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2940489575183078498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2940489575183078498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2940489575183078498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5583698063823334201</id><published>2011-05-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:19:50.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day...</title><content type='html'>to all you mothers on this special day.  My day started out with Steve II and his girls, Sydney and Jadah, and his friend Steven Keith.  They brought over fried chicken and potato salad, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being here a while, Steve's friend tried to help shorten a swing by throwing the swing over the top of the set.  That didn't work.  One chain got caught on the other.  Since it is so tall they all were trying to figure out how to get it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, being the Super Dad that he is, climbed up on the platform of the swing set, climbed up to the top of the swing set, and crouched down, taking little scooching steps, holding onto a tree branch (small one), till he finally reached the swing that had the problem.  He then kept balancing while reaching down, finally unhooked the chain.  I forgot to mention, the whole time he was climbing, I was asking him not to do it, both girls were screaming, "Dad, No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Steve grabbed his arms around the crossbar, swung down and pushed his legs up at the same time grabbing with his legs.  I'm imagining him falling through it all.  He finally let go with the legs and hung by his hands, then jumped to the ground, which sent pain from his feet up to his knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya, my boys are always giving me gray hairs, they're always doing daredevil things, hooking up &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=ComponentCables"&gt;component video cables&lt;/a&gt;, acting crazy like today or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, Abby, Justin, and Mikayla came out, followed shortly by Josh's family.  Heather called me earlier that she'd come out Tuesday as she had a migraine today.  All my kids went together on a gift certificate at the Glen Oaks Spa.  Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat and visited, Abby made a call, then announced that Spaghetti Works was open until 9 pm.  That got Shelley all excited and the next thing I know, we're all heading there to eat together (each family buying their own).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time together, then everyone went their own way.  Before I got to the Interstate, Steve asked me to stop at the Skilled Nursing Center his mom was at.  We only stayed for less than 10 minutes as she was ready to go to bed.  The nurse asked her before we got there if that was the last of her family coming to  visit for the day (she has 11 kids - 10 living).  Then we show up.  We all laughed at that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope you all had a great day, I know I'll remember this one for quite a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5583698063823334201?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5583698063823334201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5583698063823334201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5583698063823334201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5583698063823334201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2669814051939557881</id><published>2011-05-05T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T05:46:55.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Night</title><content type='html'>Josh called me yesterday and invited Steve and I over for hamburgers grilled on his new grill.  I think he really likes the grill and is showing us by cooking for us!  Not that I mind not having to make supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was going to church with Abby, I had to leave by 6:10, but still had plenty of time to eat a hamburger, potato salad, baked beans, and chips and dip.  I can just see the calories adding up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper was wonderful and the church service was too.  My spirit felt free for the first time in years.  The church is Glad Tidings Assembly of God.  People were vocal with praising His name.  The bad thing is, it is so far to drive to.  But being with Abby made me forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad they didn't have doughnuts and coffee like Abby said they do on Sunday mornings (at least they don't have &lt;a href="http://www.cherrymoonfarms.com/brownie-pops-bps"&gt;cake pops delivered&lt;/a&gt;) but even when they have refreshments, you don't take either into the church service.  That is one thing I've not liked about some of the churches I've been to lately.  It seems disrespectful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great night, came home and went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2669814051939557881?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2669814051939557881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2669814051939557881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2669814051939557881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2669814051939557881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/05/wednesday-night.html' title='Wednesday Night'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5923767499274865317</id><published>2011-05-05T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T05:23:56.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Well, Josh finally turned 31 and he looks just as young as ever.  Shelley told me what he was wanting, an infrared grill.  Steve and I agreed to put cash towards it instead of just giving Jay a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Josh knew something was going on, he just smiled when we told him we left his card at home the two times we saw him before and on his birthday.  I knew if we gave him a card and no $$, he'd know definitely something was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really likes the grill and he cooked hamburgers, brats, chicken legs, and beef and chicken strips for soft tacos on the day we got together for his big day.  Yummy!  If I keep eating like this, I'm going to gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already fighting the pounds I've already put on.  I've looked into a few diet pills and one site stood out telling about &lt;a href="http://www.dietpills.md/avesil"&gt;avesil side effects&lt;/a&gt;.  Since I'm going to the doctor today, I'll talk to her about how to get help losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the party, everyone had a great time eating and talking.  It was great, as usual, to see all my kids and most of my grandkids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5923767499274865317?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5923767499274865317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5923767499274865317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5923767499274865317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5923767499274865317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/05/joshs-birthday-party.html' title='Josh&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3222241468275008504</id><published>2011-04-26T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:15:16.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper at Heather's and Pato's</title><content type='html'>As I wrote earlier, Pato invited us over on Easter Sunday as he was grilling out.  You haven't eaten until you've tried his grilled food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were chicken legs (which is one of the things I always get), they have a special seasoning on them that is sooooo good. Also, strips of chicken breast and beef that are sliced very thin, that you can put on a soft shell taco, yum, yum, yum.  I also choose the beef on a taco as it is so good with Mexican cheese, sour cream, and salsa.  Then there were two different types of brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya, everyone was munching for a long time.  Shelley brought rice krispie treats shaped like an egg and dipped in chocolate with candies on top.  I know I ate at least three of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of checking into those smokeless cigarettes.  Jackie and Randy have switched to them and like them.  Or maybe I will try out &lt;a href="http://www.famous-smoke.com/brand/camacho+triple+maduro+cigars"&gt;camacho triple maduro&lt;/a&gt; which are laced with unsweetened cocoa and coffee.  Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd best do something, my sis, Sue, has been gently reminding me to quit.  If you've recently quit, tell me how you did it.  Or let me know what you did for Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3222241468275008504?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3222241468275008504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3222241468275008504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3222241468275008504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3222241468275008504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/04/supper-at-heathers-and-patos.html' title='Supper at Heather&apos;s and Pato&apos;s'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2959645511597485168</id><published>2011-04-24T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:11:19.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today is Easter, He is risen!  He is risen, indeed!  Steve and I went to church at Lutheran Church of Hope last night for the Easter service.  It was okay, nothing like 1st AofG, though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been going to church lately, Steve has been there more often than I.  I hate going to things where there are a lot of people I don't know.  Same thing with the Y.  I know I've talked about it before.  I can't quite decide how it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was very shy as a child, but thought I'd gotten better over the years.  Sometimes I think it depends on whether I'm happy or feeling down.  I suppose anything is possible.  Now if you see my closet filled with &lt;a href="http://www.lingeriediva.com/french-maid-costumes"&gt;french maid costumes&lt;/a&gt;, you'll know it's an up day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been invited to Heather and Pato's as he is grilling today.  I'd best end this here to get ready.  I SO LOVE IT when I don't have to cook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2959645511597485168?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2959645511597485168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2959645511597485168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2959645511597485168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2959645511597485168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3644512590935894695</id><published>2011-04-17T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:40:01.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Purity Ring</title><content type='html'>I decided to start a tradition in our family.  As each grandchild nears their 13th birthday, I am going to buy them a purity ring.  Neat idea, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have never heard of them, they are a ring you wear to say you will wait until marriage to become intimate.  With the world spinning as fast as it is and it's telling you that that is old-fashioned, I feel it is a way to remind you to wait so that you have a gift to give each other on your wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Taylor is my first grandchild to near 13 (she will turn 13 in July), she will be the first one to acquire one.  Last night we stopped at Josh and Shell's and Tay and I looked for which ring she would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a really neat one that is really cool.  It has three bands, gold, silver, and black and each says 'True love waits'.  You can see the ring &lt;a href="https://www.christianteenshop.com/v/vspfiles/photos/FJ-RTLW2-1.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you started any traditions in your family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3644512590935894695?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3644512590935894695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3644512590935894695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3644512590935894695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3644512590935894695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/04/purity-ring.html' title='A Purity Ring'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2452542708053135873</id><published>2011-04-15T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T11:22:18.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday we went to Heather's to celebrate Katiana's 7th birthday.  It seems that all my grandkids just keep growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had maidrites for supper (with chips and dip, of course).  Then we had fruit pizza for dessert (yum!).  Finally, Kat opened her presents and it was just great.  She received in-line skates, a helmet, knee pads and hand pads, too.  She's all set to skate around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we again went to their house and had a wonderful Bar-B-Que (hamburgers, hot dogs, brats, soft tacos with chicken and steak).  She had a sleep-over with two friends and Taylor that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I would do without the &lt;a href="http://www.ssdiexperts.com/about-ssdi/ssdi-process.html"&gt;SSDI&lt;/a&gt; process. They were a lifesaver for me.  If you are disabled, as I am, I suggest you contact them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being disabled doesn't stop me from seeing my grandkids (most of the time).  Sydney will be 9 in June and Taylor is going to turn 13 in July.  Man, they just keep getting older.  Just think, I'll have my first teenage granddaughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2452542708053135873?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2452542708053135873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2452542708053135873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2452542708053135873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2452542708053135873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-birthday.html' title='Another Birthday'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8415009861831711983</id><published>2011-03-29T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:33:58.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It is Tuesday and that means Linda's coming over.  We normally watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Raising Hope'&lt;/span&gt;, than a DVD and finally (my favorite part), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Everybody Loves Raymond'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look forward to Tuesdays as I'm not home alone while Steve goes to class and I have my best friend over, too!  What can I say, I get a little scared out in the country in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins in Washington (state) decided to have a reunion every two years so we can see each other more.  According to Jackie, they changed the date to May 28 and 29.  This accommodates Jackie and Randy as they had an important event during the previous dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there (with Steve) 2 years ago and had a wonderful time.  Since then, both my Aunts are having trouble with their health.  I agree it's good to see them while we can.  However, it costs so much to fly and rent a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time David had just had surgery on his hip due to an accident he'd had.  I wonder if he checks &lt;a href="http://www.creatinepowder.net/"&gt;creatine reviews&lt;/a&gt; to build his muscles back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to hoping we all get to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-8415009861831711983?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8415009861831711983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=8415009861831711983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8415009861831711983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8415009861831711983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s Tuesday'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2231156323070929524</id><published>2011-03-29T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:00:29.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Relieved</title><content type='html'>Heather's family is now in their double-wide mobile home.  I've never seen one as big as theirs.  It has a nice size kitchen with an island, family room, office, living room, three bedrooms and two baths.  Steve and Pato worked last weekend to get the washer and dryer hooked up so now she can do clothes.  Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long process and both Heather and Josh's families are a lot more happier now, I'm sure.  Josh's family is moving into their new home this weekend.  Tomorrow I will be helping with the kids while Steve, Shelly, and Josh paint at the new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Heather is still going through boxes and weeding out things for Goodwill, and things to throw out.  The kids aren't much help, there.  I had Kat go through a box of toys and she sat aside one thing to give away.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a box of cords for electronics, &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=PS3_Accessories"&gt;ps3 controllers&lt;/a&gt;, gameboys, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, Heather will get caught up soon with the laundry (almost 2 weeks without washer/dryer).  Her kitchen has tons of cupboard space, too.  All they need now is a kitchen table and chairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2231156323070929524?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2231156323070929524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2231156323070929524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2231156323070929524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2231156323070929524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/03/stress-relieved.html' title='Stress Relieved'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3684467923023072938</id><published>2011-03-26T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:16:26.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Done!</title><content type='html'>Monday I went to the surgery center for the surgery on my hand.  If some of you don't know about it, I had what is called a trigger finger.  It was on my right thumb, which would get stuck in the down position and I'd have to pull it up (which hurt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only gave me a local, did the surgery, and sent me home.  I'm glad I didn't have to wait around like you do when you are put under.  I had some pain the first day, since then, no pain unless I forget and try to use it, then it hurts some but, not unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the doctor, the nurses all wore &lt;a href="http://www.marcusuniforms.com"&gt;nurses uniforms&lt;/a&gt;, which reminded me of the scrubs I used to wear at Lakeview.  They were all very kind.  I go back the 31st to have the stitches removed.  Don't have to have therapy or anything.  Great, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gone through something recently you want to discuss?  Let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3684467923023072938?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3684467923023072938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3684467923023072938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3684467923023072938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3684467923023072938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done!'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-7903542072530777981</id><published>2011-03-17T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:07:19.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather's Moving</title><content type='html'>Something we've all been hoping and waiting for is finally happening.  Heather's family put their down payment on a double-wide mobile home.  Moving day is Saturday and everyone is really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been inside it, but, it sounds really nice.  The owner is leaving his fridge, dishwasher, couch, and TV.  Originally, he had said he was taking the dishwasher with him.  So that's one less thing they will have to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't know for sure is if the window treatments stay or not.  Heather may want to look into &lt;a href="http://www.ashutterforyou.com/"&gt;plantation shutters&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm not much of a decorator, myself, so I still don't have much in the way of it done at my place.  I still have sconces, etc. in original boxes (never been on a wall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone who follows Heather's and my blog are very happy for her and her family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-7903542072530777981?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7903542072530777981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=7903542072530777981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7903542072530777981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7903542072530777981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/03/heathers-moving.html' title='Heather&apos;s Moving'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-7079176615667102154</id><published>2011-03-12T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:04:57.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunions Every 2 Years</title><content type='html'>My cousin, Dave Moon, called last night to see how we were doing and caught me up as to my relatives in Washington (state).  We went out there two years ago and saw relatives I hadn't seen since I was very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila Kay (his sister) and he decided they should have a family reunion every two years to keep the family close.  While that would be great, it is so expensive to fly two people to Washington.  I haven't called Sue yet, but I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunts Helen and Delores are both suffering from Dementia.  Aunt Delores fell a while back and broke the tibia.  Dave also said that she has two or three tumors in her brain, but that they quit growing.  Life is so short and then it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself and your family, while you have time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-7079176615667102154?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7079176615667102154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=7079176615667102154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7079176615667102154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7079176615667102154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/03/reunions-every-2-years.html' title='Reunions Every 2 Years'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8026386536101918502</id><published>2011-03-03T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:29:59.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Steve's mother, Elsie, is having a difficult time walking, getting up and down.  The pain is in her sciatic nerve.  They have given her medication that helps damaged nerves.  So far, it isn't helping that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve left a few minutes ago to help move her to a nursing home.  When a room is available in the assisted living center the family has chosen, she will be moved there.  I imagine, then, the house will be put up for sale; though, I'm not sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they can find a way to help her with the pain she is in.  I know what that is like as the sciatic nerves are where I get my nerve blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep Elsie in your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-8026386536101918502?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8026386536101918502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=8026386536101918502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8026386536101918502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8026386536101918502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3626456546398552094</id><published>2011-02-26T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T13:40:31.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to Order Today</title><content type='html'>I'm really late putting in my Melaleuca order this month.  I normally do it before the 24Th of the month, but since I've been so sick, I haven't touched my computer for over a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the things I get, but, I'm not a saleswoman.  Heather was really good at getting people to come in under her, including me, and actually had an income from it.  I just order what I love and throughout the year, I order things for my family for XMAS. I suppose I should get busy after this and look through my cabinets to see what we need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve had a class this morning, then went to look at a house with Heather and Pato.  Sounds like his boss will co-sign for them now.  Hooray!  The house they looked at had all the pipes busted, water damage on the basement walls where they cut them away due to mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me after that and I encouraged him to go to the Y.  (Then I don't have to go, teehee).  One thing I first noticed about him when I met him was his muscular arms (okay, not the very first thing).  I suppose his line of work helped build those muscles but, I might suggest &lt;a href="http://www.supplementcritic.com/myoswell-reviews/"&gt;myoswell&lt;/a&gt; to him as he's lost some of it.  He still looks good though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished they had something to take for bones that are degenerating (spine, neck, knees).  That's what I need.  Well, that's it for now.  Send me a comment to let me know how you are doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3626456546398552094?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3626456546398552094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3626456546398552094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3626456546398552094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3626456546398552094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-to-order-today.html' title='I Need to Order Today'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5930054234717948654</id><published>2011-02-26T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T13:25:46.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Same Old Feeling</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I've written about this or not before.  I went through this a while back and apparently I'm having to go through it again.  What is it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to the YMCA or church.  I hate the thought of going.  Once I'm in the building, I'm fine, but the stress of thinking about it and actually getting into the car and getting there, kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a streak of shyness in me, especially going out in public, like a restaurant, etc.  The buffet type about does me in.  I feel like everyone's waiting on me to move so they can get their food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I was young, I had buck teeth and was teased unmercifully.  That made me not want to smile or talk to others.  For some reason, after I had my teeth straightened, the feeling never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get depressed once in a while about my health (back/neck/hands), and then I don't want to go anywhere.  Steve has to really work on it to get me to go to the Y.  When I say yes right away, he'll say, "You're kidding me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves going there.  He'd be there every day of the week if he could.  I wonder if he takes &lt;a href="http://www.supplementing.com/products/pre-workout-supplements"&gt;pre workout supplements&lt;/a&gt;.  He probably should, if he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, it is rare that I want to go to either place, but I'm always glad when I'm done.  I suppose everyone is after a workout, right?  How about you?  Do you have to really talk yourself or be talked into to do something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5930054234717948654?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5930054234717948654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5930054234717948654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5930054234717948654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5930054234717948654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-same-old-feeling.html' title='That Same Old Feeling'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-1593019383353579905</id><published>2011-02-26T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T13:04:46.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Time at Josh's</title><content type='html'>One time when we visited at Joshua's, I saw the funniest thing. Carter had Cambria in the back of a dump truck, pushing her around from the kitchen to the living room and back.  The truck was big enough for her to sit comfortably with her legs tucked under her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid she'd fall out of it as Carter was really motating through the house.  Cambria just held on to the sides and giggled.  Man, what a picture!  I couldn't quit watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jay, "Won't she fall out of there?"  He told Carter to take her out of it before she gets hurt.  But on and on it went.  If Carter took her out, Cambria would climb back in and grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer just made a funny little beeping sound.  Sometimes I think I should have &lt;a href="http://www.databackup.net/"&gt;data backup&lt;/a&gt; in case something goes wrong.  Well, hey, I don't know how to run a backup, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the kids, they continued whirling around the house until we left, Cambria was having a blast and Carter loved it, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-1593019383353579905?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1593019383353579905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=1593019383353579905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1593019383353579905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1593019383353579905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-time-at-joshs.html' title='One Time at Josh&apos;s'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-252242146692867839</id><published>2011-02-26T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T12:54:22.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week</title><content type='html'>Sunday we stopped at Josh's for a quick visit after church.  Both Josh and Heather's families were all there.  It's so great to see half my family all at once.  Of course, Alyce was the first to run to me, hug me, and say, "Grandma!".  Then it was Kat's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we talked to Josh, Kat held both my hands, (her back to me) wrapping my arms around her.  We held hands for quite a while.  I'm only mentioning this as right before we left, Heather told me Kat had vomited that morning.  You ever have second thoughts?  I really wish I'd washed my hands before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday evening the vomiting and diarrhea started.  I had made navy bean soup with dumplings.  I may never eat them again.  You know how it is when you're sick after eating something you love.  This continued on throughout the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I turned over to try to find a more comfortable position, I'd have to run to the bathroom again.  By morning, my whole body ached and I wished I had a &lt;a href="http://www.livingincomfort.com/"&gt;memory foam mattress&lt;/a&gt;.  I felt like I needed to sleep on a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day resulted in only nausea, but my rib area hurt really bad if I'd cough or laugh.  You know something is always funny when your ribs hurt.  Man!  I called Heather Tuesday early evening and asked if anyone else got sick.  Since then ten of the eleven people living there had it.  (And they only have 1 bathroom :( )  I think Pato is the only one who didn't get it.  I finally started feeling better on Thursday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, on to feeling better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-252242146692867839?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/252242146692867839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=252242146692867839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/252242146692867839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/252242146692867839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-week.html' title='What a Week'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2725318656997578690</id><published>2011-02-26T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T12:41:18.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Spent the Night</title><content type='html'>Last night Abby and Mikayla came over to stay.  Linda came, too, for our once a week visit (normally on Tuesday's but, since I was sick all week, she came on Friday).  Steve went to Winterset for a meeting with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby brought a DVD of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Mentalist'&lt;/span&gt;, and we watched two of the shows.  I really like that show, Abby loves it.  We let Mikayla stay up a little longer than usual since they didn't get here till 7:30 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikayla can't say Linda, so she calls her Nina.  Before going to bed, Abby gave Mikayla a breathing treatment.  She coughs when she runs and then coughs at night.  The doctor thinks she has a touch of asthma.  I hope not.  So far, they cannot tell if she's allergic to anything that starts it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Abby said it was bedtime, Mikayla came to me and hugged me and said 'Night'.  Then she did the same to Linda.  Next she trotted off to the bedroom and got into bed and went right to sleep.  Linda was amazed.  Her kids never went to bed that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me, I usually sleep a couple hours, wake up, sleep a little more, wake up, etc.  I think I need &lt;a href="http://l-dopa.org/"&gt;L Dopa&lt;/a&gt;.  Then I could get some deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mikayla drifted off, Abby and I gave each other a neck/shoulder massage, which was fantastic.  Pretty soon, Abby fell asleep on the couch.  Linda and I watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Everybody Loves Raymond'&lt;/span&gt; and then Linda went home.  Overall, it was a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2725318656997578690?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2725318656997578690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2725318656997578690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2725318656997578690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2725318656997578690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/02/they-spent-night.html' title='They Spent the Night'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-370252719345358284</id><published>2011-02-21T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:24:36.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Zapped Him</title><content type='html'>Steve has been suffering with kidney stones for more than three weeks, poor guy.  They finally set up an outpatient appointment to zap the largest stone (the one that was causing all the pain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had him lay on this table that had a little square window on it.  After lining up his stone across the window, they knocked him out and hit the stone with 3200 sound waves.  Wow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later they finally started coming out and he's still a little sore on his back where the sound waves hit him.  Felt like someone punched him in the kidney.  But, hooray! the stone is now gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting for him, I was wishing someone would tell me &lt;a href="http://burningbellyfat.org/"&gt;how to burn belly fat&lt;/a&gt;.  Unfortunately, they can't zap fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-370252719345358284?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/370252719345358284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=370252719345358284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/370252719345358284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/370252719345358284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/02/they-zapped-him.html' title='They Zapped Him'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-1933459474215979221</id><published>2011-02-21T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:15:40.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Test I Had...</title><content type='html'>was one on my digestion.  They gave me scrambled eggs with a trace of radioactivity, toast with butter, and a glass of water.  After I ate it, they took pictures of my digestive area and the radioactivity showed where the food was.  This was done every 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 2 hours, I was finally able to leave.  The result was that my system is not digesting as fast as it should.  This could be caused by the meds I am on.  At least I didn't have to take a &lt;a href="http://www.coloncleanserreview.net/"&gt;colon cleanser&lt;/a&gt; before I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am supposed to eat 6 small meals instead of 3 big ones.  Whatever, I don't eat three big ones anyway.  I eat a big bowl of cereal for breakfast, with a cup of hot tea.  I usually don't get hungry again until 2 or so, and I eat a pickle or some olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper is not big, I always eat a small portion.  Anyhoo, so far, the nausea hasn't reappeared as much.  Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-1933459474215979221?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1933459474215979221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=1933459474215979221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1933459474215979221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1933459474215979221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-test-i-had.html' title='The Last Test I Had...'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8210974013000196923</id><published>2011-02-04T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:31:50.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the Same</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows us knows Heather and Pato's apartment building burned last Saturday.  They are losing a lot, sad to say.  They have two garages now with their beds, dressers, and clothes.  The couch and kitchen table and chairs are not salvageable.  As far as the mattresses and clothes, it depends on if they can get the smoke/mildew smell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family is reeling in shock.  Steve went over Wednesday and helped Pato (on his day off).  Today, Steve, Steve II, and Justin (possibly Josh) spent the day and have most out except closets emptied.  I just hate it.  People ask Heather what they need, she doesn't know, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until they have a place to live, they cannot get things out of the garage to see if they can make the smell go away.  Heather bought a 24 pack of beer and took it to Josh's for Dad and Josh and Steve II (if he's still there).  Hopefully, no one will have to go into &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malibuhorizon.com/"&gt;alcohol detox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; after this is all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see my grandson's interview with TV8, &lt;a href="http://www.kcci.com/r-video/26683518/detail.html" target="_blank"&gt;here is the video&lt;/a&gt;.  And here is Heather's blog if you're interested in making a donation to help.  Other's have asked, so she put a Paypal button on the blog,&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digiscrapping.net/blog/2011/02/02/update/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt; http://digiscrapping.net/blog/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2011/02/02/update/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other notes, I had my upper endoscopy yesterday and I'm happy to say, I slept through it.  Didn't hurt me a bit! :)   I have to go to the hospital for another test Feb 9 as for some reason, I'm not digesting food like you should???  I have to eat a hard boiled egg while they watch what is going on.  Don't suppose I can sleep through that, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;div class="uiAttachmentTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-8210974013000196923?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8210974013000196923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=8210974013000196923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8210974013000196923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8210974013000196923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-of-same.html' title='More of the Same'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-7375338593019732492</id><published>2011-01-17T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:43:03.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at the Outer Banks</title><content type='html'>As you know we have a timeshare so when we go on vacation, we try to use it.  Sometimes, however, there are no timeshares available in the area we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard about the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carolinadesigns.com"&gt;Outer Banks vacation rentals&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and so I decided to check into them.  With ocean front homes that are so fantastic, 8 bedrooms, 14 bedrooms, how many do you need for your family.  When we take the whole family, we usually have three rentals and that's not enough for the size of our family now.  It would be great to have everyone under the same roof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you're staying in a home, not a rental.  The kitchens are well-stocked, and most houses have theater rooms, game rooms, hot tubs, swimming pools, you name it.  I read quite a few testimonials that state theirs was the best vacation experience they had ever had and already booked for the next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start mentioning how we need to take a vacation and the Outer Banks would be a great area to try out.  Halfmoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-7375338593019732492?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7375338593019732492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=7375338593019732492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7375338593019732492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7375338593019732492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-at-outer-banks.html' title='Life at the Outer Banks'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2542047977852449708</id><published>2011-01-17T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:17:23.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tay, Carter, and Cambria</title><content type='html'>Steve and I went to Josh's to watch the kids while he and Shelley went to a party with his co-workers.  They went to a pub and then on to an ice-hockey game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppertime when we got there and Shelley had pizza boats ready to eat.  Yum.  She made Canadian Bacon, Mushrooms, and Black Olives on mine.  (She knows what I love.)  Josh cut one up for Cambria and I fed her bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambria has been really shy around me.  I told her, "When Taylor was your age, she really loved me!"  She just watched me and opened her mouth for another bite.  When she was done eating, I took her tray away and put my arms out to hold her.  Surprisingly, she reached out to me.  The rest of the evening she would come up to me and sit on my lap for awhile.  I just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, she would step up onto this little chair and climb into Grandpa's lap.  She'd sit there chattering to herself, it was so cute.  Carter was his normal cute self.  And, of course, Taylor was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tay picked out a movie for us to watch, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Return of Nanny McFee'&lt;/span&gt; ; but, it was really good.  It was about naughty kids and a nanny that makes them mind.  Anyway, that took a few hours of quiet time and the movie actually kept everyone's attention.  Cambria slept through most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor made popcorn, which I love, and Shelley had sugar cookies, yum.  Of course, I had no willpower and chowed down.  Speaking of no willpower, I need to get &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://dietpillsthatwork.com/"&gt;cheap diet pills that work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, as I am losing the battle of the bulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_SpellCheck" title="Check Spelling" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);BLOG_spellcheck();;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Check Spelling" class="gl_spell" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I want to start eating better, but I think we actually need some guidance on healthy eating.  Do you have any pointers?  Do you eat healthy?  I hope you had a great weekend.  Until next time.....Halfmoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2542047977852449708?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2542047977852449708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2542047977852449708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2542047977852449708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2542047977852449708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/01/tay-carter-and-cambria.html' title='Tay, Carter, and Cambria'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3012665726961874430</id><published>2011-01-14T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:57:38.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 3rd</title><content type='html'>I finally got the appointment made to see a doctor for an upper endoscopy.  Of course, the female doc that I wanted to see was not available until the middle of February (just for the consult).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve drove me in yesterday for a 3:00 appointment.  Had to be there by 2:45, of course, for insurance, etc.  For some reason, the receptionist could not find the group number for my insurance company in their system.  Meanwhile, four or five people came in and stood in line to be checked in while waiting for this woman to get me in their system.  Oh, brother.  I wanted to ask if I could hop the counter and look for it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally being checked in, someone in a wheelchair in the hallway was screaming out and crying.  This went on for approx 5 minutes which totally unnerved me.  I wanted to go out and see if I could help her.  She really sounded like she was scared.  I wanted to go out and sing to her, see if that would calm her down.  Finally, they wheel her in and take her on back, she's screaming out the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for a while, then some paramedics came in with their stretcher on wheels.  I told Steve, I bet they came for that poor woman.  Yep, back they come with her on the stretcher screaming and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally called my name, it was way after 3:00, I understood why.  My nurse apologized for all the commotion, said that was a new patient for them and they didn't know what was wrong with her other than she was mentally impaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The final result is I will have it done on Feb 3rd and I won't be knocked out.  I gag easily so, am not looking forward to them putting a scope down my throat.  Yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other notes Jordan wants a mini bike to ride out on our land.  Sydney has a 4-wheeler which is her size and is really cute.  I wonder if she needs &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superatv.com/"&gt;ATV Parts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; very often.  I'm sure all the grandkids would love it if we had something they could play on out here.  I always wanted to have a couple horses and at one time we were considering raising dobermans (when we had Brandy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just wish I could have an addition built on to have an indoor swimming pool with warm water.  Then I could really get mobility going every day.  After seeing the doctor, we went to the Y and participated in a warm water exercise class.  I overdid it.  Spent the night in pain (neck and shoulders).  Got up at 2 am and wore my tens unit and read.  Finally at 5, I went to bed and slept on ice packs.  I never learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great weekend planned.  We don't have any plans made other than to go pick up my car at the repair shop (after the warranty expired, of course).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3012665726961874430?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3012665726961874430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3012665726961874430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3012665726961874430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3012665726961874430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/01/february-3rd.html' title='February 3rd'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3235630385618866423</id><published>2011-01-11T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:21:51.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Snow and More Snow</title><content type='html'>We finally got hit with winter weather.  The snow has been light, but steady.  Steve shoveled all the way to the road, driveway, sidewalk, and a little path back to the bedroom deck so I can go out there when I want.  What a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 25 below freezing with the wind chill.  49 of the United States have snow on the ground.  Now tell me about global warming, will you?  I get so tired of hearing about it.  Where are they when it's freezing everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make sure your smoke and heat alarms are up and working.  Make sure your &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=cell-phone-batteries"&gt;motorola  batteries&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;are fresh, you don't want a dead battery when you finally need your alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's at his second class of the semester.  Now he goes to school MTW of the week.  I had Linda change her night to come over to Tuesday so at least one of the nights I'm not alone.  She should be here pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much snow did you get?  Our back yard looks impressive in white!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3235630385618866423?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3235630385618866423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3235630385618866423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3235630385618866423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3235630385618866423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-snow-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow, Snow and More Snow'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3453821265833663670</id><published>2011-01-02T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:06:07.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>I was invited to a New Year's Eve reception at PM, given $50 to spend, and had a good time.  I say a good time, not great, because I didn't win the big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was champagne and a whole slew of hordourves (sp) to eat free.  I grabbed an egg roll which I didn't eat more than one bite (cause it was cold, yuck), some carrots, a breadstick, and some spinach dip which was fantastic.  Steve tried a little bit of everything.  I couldn't even look at the fried foods as my nausea doesn't take much to start up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went downstairs to the slots and played a little.  Wish we could have one, but that wasn't in the cards, no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left there at 10:30 with intentions of going to Josh's where almost the whole family was (minus Pato and Abby's family).  I told Steve I'd rather go home and watch DVDs mainly because I didn't want to get in and out of the car in the frigid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 1 1/2 lbs finally.  Steve and I both really want to lose weight.  We're seriously looking for recipes that are more nutritious but still tasty.  I probably would have gained more weight if we'd gone to Jay's, I heard Shelley put on a wonderful spread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this dream of getting a new ranch house with a swimming pool (warm water), hot tub, steam room, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globalfitness.com/"&gt;fitness equipment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and room for sewing and computer rooms.  Wish we'd hit the lottery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for New Year's Eve?  Let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3453821265833663670?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3453821265833663670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3453821265833663670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3453821265833663670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3453821265833663670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-6474724061198491035</id><published>2010-12-28T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:25:36.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Since we had our get together with our immediate family on Christmas Eve, we were supposed to go to the Manning get together at 1:00 PM on Christmas Day.  I was still nauseated, so I told Steve to go on without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said they had a great time.  His Mom loved all the gifts everyone gave her; but, especially loved the book I made of our family.  He said she kept looking at it over and over with tears in her eyes.  I wish I could have been there to see it.  I'm really glad she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve forgot to bring home a dish of goodies, like he usually does when I'm not able to go to the gatherings.  Drat it!  I kept longing for Christmas cookies all day.  Then when he came home without them, I was really bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Steve a DVD/VCR that records for his birthday.  We have tons of VHS movies that we no longer see because our VCR died.  I couldn't decide between that or a laptop for him, so  we'd each have one.  I found a pretty good selection of &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=demo-laptops"&gt;clearance  laptops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to choose from.  I decided on the DVD/VCR recorder and will get the laptop later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to get some turkey out for supper, I found that Steve had put all of it in the freezer in one gallon bag.  Man!  I decided to have a salad for supper instead.  We'll have turkey and noodles another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-6474724061198491035?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6474724061198491035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=6474724061198491035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6474724061198491035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/6474724061198491035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-5404265532815433306</id><published>2010-12-28T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:09:52.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love our New Door</title><content type='html'>After living here for 17 years with ugly back and screen doors (not just ugly but, dented and let air in), we finally went shopping for new ones.  With getting credit for energy savers, we excitedly picked out the doors.  Well, I was excited.  Steve was probably thinking about making payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen door is neat, but the wooden door is the one that really makes me smile.  It has blinds inside the glass.  So I can have them open to let in the sun, or close them, when I'm cooking and the sun is blinding, which is so neat, I can hardly stand it.  I know, you're probably thinking "How dumb is that?"  I guess it doesn't take much to excite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you shop for doors, there's not only a lot to choose from, but, the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doorhardwareplus.com/page/handlesets"&gt;handlesets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; have a large variety, too.  You want to make a wise choice, cause you may live with it for 17 years or more  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at the doors, I am thankful for them.  There is no air coming in from the outside to escape into the room.  I'm sure the same will be said when it's hot out and we have the air conditioner on....no cold air escaping outside! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten anything new that you're excited about?  Let me know about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-5404265532815433306?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5404265532815433306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=5404265532815433306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5404265532815433306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/5404265532815433306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-our-new-door.html' title='I Love our New Door'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-4429873747174936884</id><published>2010-12-28T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:51:43.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>We decided to have our Turkey on Christmas Eve since the Mannings chose Christmas day to get together at 1:00 PM.  Everyone went to Josh and Shelley's for our get together.  It is centrally located for everyone for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up Steve II, Sydney, and Jadah in Desoto, we drove on over to Waukee to Josh's house.  Before eating, we opened gifts and the kids all seemed to enjoy the dishtowel/hot pads that I sewed (and added buttons to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal was fantastic as usual.  Turkey, stuffing, mashed spuds, cheesy potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, ham, relish tray, pies (pumpkin, pecan, &amp;amp; chocolate), and the wreaths that Shelley made from cornflakes and marshmallows, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast being all together again.  The adults had a great time catching up with one another.  I was running out of steam around 8, my head was feeling weird, then the nausea came.  I asked Josh if I could lay on their bed.  I knew I wouldn't make it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone exchanged leftovers to take home, Steve drove Steve II and his kids home, then he and I made it to our place.  I felt really bad that I was sick, once again, which made us go home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to sit down with the kids and sing Christmas songs, like we used to do when I was young.  What really would have been fun would be to sing &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acekaraoke.com/"&gt;karaoke songs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with the player that Taylor has.  All my grandkids love to sing and we love to watch them at it.  Oh well, maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you all have a Merry Christmas?  Steve's already asking me what are we going to do on New Year's Eve.  I don't know how to stop the nausea from hitting, so I'm nervous about making plans with others.  I suppose I'd better call the doctor to set up the upper endoscopy.  Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoyed the holidays and wish you a great year to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-4429873747174936884?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/4429873747174936884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=4429873747174936884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/4429873747174936884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/4429873747174936884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2222311397493573391</id><published>2010-12-21T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:16:26.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Buttons to Go</title><content type='html'>Steve took me to the doctor Monday morning (neuro surgeon) re my neck.  Bottom line is 90% of the people who have had surgery for neck pain, did not get good results.  And it should not be causing the nausea I'm having.  Well, great!  Any more good news?  He did say that I have four bone spurs, not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Steve drove to the Union Hall to sign up.  Then we went to play for a while (if you know me, you know what that means).  We left around 7:00 pm, went to Subway for supper and then back to the Des Moines area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have five presents to finish, but, all I have left on them is to sew on a button.  Can't tell you what they are as this might be seen by some of the family/friends I'm making them for.  Sue has probably guessed what I'm making, but that is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished wrapping Steve's birthday present in Christmas wrapping paper.  Our paper is in the computer room closet and if I'd had to lean in any further to look for bday paper, I'd have fell in.  He won't mind.  I do have tape on it (all over it) that says "It's for you!  Happy Birthday".  One of those things on TV I bought that I rarely use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a fabric store for the buttons and they have things out already to have you &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.proflowers.com/valentines-day-flowers-vdf"&gt;thinking about Valentine's Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  I cannot believe how early stores start their holiday seasons.  They were neat displays, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels great to have all the Christmas stuff done (for the most part).  I'll sew the buttons on while I watch TV.  Hope you're all ready for Christmas and don't forget that He's the reason for the season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2222311397493573391?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2222311397493573391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2222311397493573391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2222311397493573391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2222311397493573391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-buttons-to-go.html' title='5 Buttons to Go'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-1131800494597430649</id><published>2010-12-10T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:26:45.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trees Have Arrived</title><content type='html'>I sent a contribution to some save the trees place (?) can't remember the name, but it is to plant new trees whenever trees are cut (save the rain forest or something).  Anyway, they send you some free trees as thanks for your contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees arrived last Friday.  Two days later Steve went out to plant them (is that what you call it when it's trees instead of plants?).  He found the ground frozen after 1".  I couldn't believe it.  Why would you send the trees after the ground froze?  Same thing with plants.  Different company, I received bulbs the day after the trees came.  Hello!!!!!  Aren't you supposed to do this type of stuff in the fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's outside trying to get holes dug for the trees.  When you read about it, you think 10 trees, how neat.  When you read the directions for planting, you think OMG 10 trees.  I actually think they sent me 11, 10 cone bearing and one lilac tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our second day to have above 40 degree weather.  Wonderful.  Tomorrow or Saturday it is supposed to be snow or ice.  Saturday we have a wedding reception to go to.  I hope the forecast is off by a few hours.  (Let it be after the drive home, please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Steve, he's been trying to speed up our computers as they are still slow.  We have a dish for internet connection, it should not be this slow.  He did a step by step detail with the Wild Blue helpline and still it is slow.  I wonder if he checked the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.av-cables.net/VGA-component-video/vga.html"&gt;vga cable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?  He knows so much more about computers than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy, he's out there digging holes in frozen ground.  He had the trees in a bucket of dirt in the garage, went to get them, even that dirt is frozen.  Wonderful.  I bet he won't feel like grilling steaks after this.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping you'll have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-1131800494597430649?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1131800494597430649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=1131800494597430649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1131800494597430649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1131800494597430649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/12/trees-have-arrived.html' title='The Trees Have Arrived'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3283512468707712441</id><published>2010-12-05T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:37:40.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Dancer</title><content type='html'>Abby and Justin went to a wedding reception last night in Yale, Iowa.  It was a wedding on Justin's side of the family.  Quite a long drive for them with little Mikayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby called me this morning to tell me about the dance.  At the last wedding, Steve and I were present and we saw first-hand how well Mikayla danced.  She started out with sort of a slide to the left, where ever her little whim took her.  Then she started going up to people she knew (I think) and grabbed their hands pulling them onto the dance floor.  Upon which she'd let go and go off again on her own little dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby said at this reception she danced for a while, then she went up to two adults who were holding hands with two children.  Mikayla grabbed their hands and danced in their circle with them.  Next she danced with the little two year old, and finally with the older child (3 or 4?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off on her own again someone in the audience gave her a thumbs up!  Of course she repeated that.  She's so cute.  Next she danced around the room giving everyone a thumbs up sign.  What a hoot.  I wished I'd been there to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the signs of Christmas on commercials, I am reminded I need to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.redenvelope.com/christmas-gifts-men-rchim"&gt;best christmas gifts for dad&lt;/a&gt;.  Steve and I normally say we're not going to get each other a gift and then he usually goes behind my back and gets me something.  Gotta love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking about that, we have a wedding reception to go to next weekend.  Steve's niece, Amanda, was married in Florida.  They're having a reception in Waukee for those who were unable to get to Florida.  Can't wait to see the little dancer perform again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any cute stories about kids?  Let me know, I'd enjoy reading them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3283512468707712441?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3283512468707712441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3283512468707712441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3283512468707712441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3283512468707712441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-dancer.html' title='The Little Dancer'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-7530927523651452806</id><published>2010-12-02T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:23:47.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Time Again!</title><content type='html'>Today Maria Alyce Ayala is four years old!  We call her Alyce (pronounced Alees), she was named after her Dad's Mother and her Mom's Grandmother (my Mom).   She is a real sweetheart.  Every time she sees me, she runs up and hugs me, looking up at me with a beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat next to me at Godfathers and told me, "My eyes are sparkling blue and yours are blue too!"  I just love that little girl.  She and her big sis, Katiana, spent the night at our house on Thanksgiving night.  She thinks she could spend the night by herself next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were three jumbo pizzas, all the pop you want, and a wonderful cake with Dora and her friends on top.  Yum!  I just love that icing.  Mikayla sat on my lap while cake was served.  She's another sweetheart.  Time is flying by so fast, my grandkids are growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and Taylor, 11 and 12 respectively, are nearing their teens.  Pretty soon they may be looking for the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topacnetreatment.org/"&gt;best acne treatments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;but, so far their skin is nice and smooth.  The last choral concert we attended for Tay, I was hit with 'where did my little granddaughter go?'  She (and her parents) lived with us till she turned one and now she's almost a teen.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve II wasn't able to come, but everyone else in the family was there.  It was a lot of fun and of course there was all that yummy food.  And I wonder why I can't loose weight.  Steve and I are starting to eat fresh fruit and carrots more, better than more fattening stuff, right?  Hope you had a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-7530927523651452806?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7530927523651452806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=7530927523651452806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7530927523651452806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7530927523651452806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-time-again.html' title='Birthday Time Again!'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2738231254998689665</id><published>2010-11-30T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:41:56.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Western Wedding</title><content type='html'>Wow!  We went to a wedding Friday evening that was so much fun, I couldn't believe it.  Throw out all you remember about weddings you've ever been to, cause this one was soooo much different.  When we walked in, there were bales of straw strategically placed all over the cement floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew by the invitation that it would be a Western wedding (casual or Western clothes required) but,  I will say I was taken aback when I went in the building.  The tables either had a cowboy boot or a cornucopia with leaves and other fall items flowing out of them.  Very unique idea.  Scattered around the centerpiece were peanuts (in their shells) and candy corn that the guests could eat while waiting for the wedding to begin. Yum!  (We ate our fair share.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride, Teresa, had on a yellow shirt with gaucho pants, and cowgirl boots and western hat.  The groom, Rick, wore a Western shirt, hat, jeans, and cowboy boots.  Bridesmaids, best man and groomsmen wore western apparel, jeans, and boots, with a western hat.  Even the flower girl and ring bearer had on western clothes and boots.  What a hoot!  My Son-I-L, Justin, was one of the groomsmen, his sister, Jade, was maid of honor (it was their mother's wedding), and my granddaughter, Mikayla, was the flower girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the standard bride and groom on the top of the cake, there was a couple on horses.  Really cool.  The food was fantastic and there was a western band until 10 pm, then a DJ until 1 or 2 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on but you're eyes are probably getting tired from reading already.  I found out the night before that my batteries for my camera wouldn't charge.  Great, I had wanted to take pics for my blog.  Shelley took a lot of pics so maybe she'll send me some I can insert here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about making my blog into a web page.  When I do, there is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebdirectories.org/"&gt;directory submission software&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;you can get that will increase traffic to your site and they will submit your site to 40 (or more) web directories, plus it is free.  How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I post on my blog, I am creating a written history of events in my life and the life of others, such as the wedding above.  This wedding was one I'll always remember.  I had more fun there than at any other wedding I've been to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gone to a wedding that was different than the norm?  Let me know about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2738231254998689665?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2738231254998689665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2738231254998689665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2738231254998689665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2738231254998689665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/11/western-wedding.html' title='A Western Wedding'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3074258757595140521</id><published>2010-11-18T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:55:40.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh, True Love</title><content type='html'>I know I've told you about how Steve and I met, but I know I didn't tell you about the ring Steve gave me.  It was just before my birthday, Steve was getting ready to leave the Air Force.  I really, really liked him, but wasn't sure it was love.  I'd had such a bad experience before I met Steve, that I wanted to make sure this was the love of a lifetime.  I was scared to make a second mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd let Steve know how I felt so on my birthday when he got out of his van at my parents house, with a small package in his hand, I about died.  I grabbed my sister, pulled her down the hall and told her, "I told him I wouldn't accept a diamond, what do I do if that's what's in that ring box?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have acted so weird, he didn't give me the present until we were  alone at my house.  When I opened the box, I was very surprised to see an 'I am loved' ring.  It was really beautiful, a heart with a diamond in the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd seen &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gemvara.com/Promise-Rings/jewelry/b/rings-promise/"&gt;promise rings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; before, but this one was so neat.  I was so happy, this I could accept.  It still means a lot to me.  And it was what I needed to calm down and continue on to find my love was the true thing.  We've been married for 33 years now and that ring started it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3074258757595140521?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3074258757595140521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3074258757595140521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3074258757595140521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3074258757595140521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/11/ahhhh-true-love.html' title='Ahhhh, True Love'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-214005280054312221</id><published>2010-11-18T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:08:05.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaining Weight Again?</title><content type='html'>Is anyone else struggling with their weight?  Normally I struggle a lot but before the holiday arrives, I'm usually down 5 to 6 pounds.  This year I am fluctuating up 2 to 5 pounds.  What a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days when I couldn't gain weight.  Being the smallest person in the whole junior high, except for one guy, who was a midget.  I'll leave his name out, but even his name was a hoot.  Seriously, he was the only person smaller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot about the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://bestweightlosspills.net/"&gt;best weight loss pills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you can buy to get a hand losing weight.  Unfortunately, my doctor won't let me go on them because of my heart rate and blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just doesn't seem right, does it.  Heather's been losing weight and I am envious.  Ever since I've been nauseated, I've gained.  Hopefully my doc's office will call me soon with an appointment for the neuro surgeon so we can see if my neck is causing the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, time will tell.  Have a Happy Thanksgiving, don't eat to  much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-214005280054312221?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/214005280054312221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=214005280054312221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/214005280054312221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/214005280054312221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/11/gaining-weight-again.html' title='Gaining Weight Again?'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8569287287651541022</id><published>2010-11-18T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:52:20.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready?</title><content type='html'>Every year Christmas items and gifts are on display earlier and earlier!  The retailers used to wait until the day after Thanksgiving.  Now it's the end of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the atmosphere of Christmas and miss being able to go out with my list, dragging my hubby along.  I can remember the year I decided I was going to buy all the grandkids sweatshirts and sweatpants (cause I loved wearing them around the house and I wanted them to dress just like Grandma :)   Oh, it was fun getting them for the toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love to see all the Christmas decorations, the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalcreations.com/personalized-christmas-ornaments-PCHRORN"&gt;Angel ornaments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the people all excited, trying to get everything they want before they are sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about 'Black Friday'?  This will be the year Grandpa and Grandma will be taking Kat and Alyce home with us so Heather, Pato and Christian can go shopping all night.  Whew!  I'm glad I'm not doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be shopping as I'm not able to walk around to shop, but I'll be there in spirit. What do you have planned for your Christmas?  Any new traditions?  Leave me your tips and comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-8569287287651541022?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8569287287651541022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=8569287287651541022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8569287287651541022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8569287287651541022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/11/are-you-ready.html' title='Are You Ready?'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2029715019991778737</id><published>2010-11-12T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:47:34.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadah and other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TN3ON0ut7cI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3uycbXRIrTE/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TN3ON0ut7cI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3uycbXRIrTE/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538809853623791042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of Jadah showing me her Halloween costume.  She will make a very cute mermaid.  This is the last time I've seen her.  I had hoped to be able to see her the day we moved Steve II out of this house into his own apartment, her Mom and Grandma vetoed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lives just minutes away from where he works, now.  That will be good for the winter in case he has car trouble.  I hope he will once again get his feet under him and be happy.  He won't be able to see Jadah as much, but should have her every other weekend, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, Steve and I went to Jordan's game a few days earlier.  This pic shows him warming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TN3MmhV8lnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NJ8dJn9UU-U/s1600/IMG_1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TN3MmhV8lnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NJ8dJn9UU-U/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538808078893094514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's been spending many hours on the computer looking for work, doing mock tests for IT, catching up on his emails.  Now he's studying again, getting ready to take the big test.  We'll both be glad when that is over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is taking computer classes once again twice a week.  I hate being home alone on Tuesdays, however, last week Josh invited me over for supper.  It was great!  I took a DVD that we watched after we ate.  Shelley made the most scrumptious supper.  French bread? split open with the inside dug out, then pieces of chicken, Alfredo sauce, Parmesan, and more cheeses, then it is cooked under their pizzaz pizza cooker, Yum Yum Yum!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Steve and computers, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howardcomputers.com/accessories/Selection.cfm?CatID=0204"&gt;hp printers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and more.  I love it that he is comfortable on the computer now.  I really think he will get a job in that area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2029715019991778737?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2029715019991778737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2029715019991778737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2029715019991778737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2029715019991778737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/11/jadah-and-other-things.html' title='Jadah and other things'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TN3ON0ut7cI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3uycbXRIrTE/s72-c/IMG_1287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-1525088131023641455</id><published>2010-11-12T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:18:47.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Causes Nausea?</title><content type='html'>It started October 20.  That was the worse day of all.  From then on it was just feeling sick to my stomach.  Yuck, right?  What a topic to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Urbandale clinic as I wanted to have a test taken that I didn't want my clinic nurses to know about.  They have enough fodder they spew to each other.  Hopefully, the nurses have been talked to and this will cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor took tests, even sent one away to culture to no avail.  Yes, I know I need to get to my own doctor for more tests.  I have had thyroid tests taken in the past and I was fine.  I hope I won't have to have &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.austinwellnessclinic.com/services/help-for-thyroid-imbalances.html"&gt;hypothyroid  treatment austin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at symptoms, I just hope I don't have a problem there.  The doctor I saw didn't request blood samples be taken.  He did give me pills for the nausea which make me really tired.  Oh, well, I love to sleep, though my family wishes I wouldn't do it so often.    I guess I'll call my doctor Monday and see what can be done.  Sorry this isn't a happy, uplifting story.  Some days are just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-1525088131023641455?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1525088131023641455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=1525088131023641455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1525088131023641455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1525088131023641455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-causes-nausea.html' title='What Causes Nausea?'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-860926851710204231</id><published>2010-10-28T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:37:11.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Thumb or Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you have a green thumb?&amp;#160; Not to brag, but I’m pretty good at keeping plants alive.&amp;#160; Heather has told me before that she wishes she could keep hers alive like I do.&amp;#160; She always wants shoots off of my plants as they have them.&amp;#160; She also always forgets to grab some, but like mother like daughter in that regards.&amp;#160; She calls it mommy brain.&amp;#160; You have 4 kids and you forget everything.&amp;#160; I say use whatever excuse works. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If we ever win the lottery, I am going to have Steve build a beautiful pond and fill it with &lt;a href="http://www.pondfilter.com/pondplants.aspx"&gt;pond plants&lt;/a&gt; and gorgeous fish.&amp;#160; What do you do with them in the winter though?&amp;#160; I don’t suppose they’d survive in the frozen water to well.&amp;#160; Do you have a built in heater keeping it warm?&amp;#160; Oh, Steve would love that electric bill.&amp;#160; We’re dreaming though, I won the lotto, he’d have no problem with me heating the pond. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-860926851710204231?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/860926851710204231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=860926851710204231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/860926851710204231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/860926851710204231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/green-thumb-or-black.html' title='Green Thumb or Black'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2995416757794742221</id><published>2010-10-28T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:29:01.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s On Your Christmas List</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know, I know, it’s too early to be talking about Christmas….isn’t it?&amp;#160; Unless you saw &lt;a href="http://digiscrapping.net/blog/2010/10/25/something-not-right-with-this-picture/" target="_blank"&gt;this picture on Heather’s blog&lt;/a&gt; the other day.&amp;#160; (She said I could steal it.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMpNQK30OGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ujf7ri7QQDQ/s1600-h/73412_10150280723925551_702180550_15347257_2896087_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="73412_10150280723925551_702180550_15347257_2896087_n" border="0" alt="73412_10150280723925551_702180550_15347257_2896087_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMpNRBtWV_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/2CmRZL9fRqw/73412_10150280723925551_702180550_15347257_2896087_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="266" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My grandson &lt;a href="http://jordandman.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Jordan&lt;/a&gt; has been talking for months about wanting an iPod touch for Christmas.&amp;#160; Both his mom and his dad have one and he has iPod envy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next, he’ll be having iPad envy – wait, that’s Heather that wants one of those so badly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Heather isn’t quite sure if he’s ready for one because he doesn’t take care of a lot of his things, but on the other hand, he takes excellent care of his laptop.&amp;#160; (Ask him where his phone is at any given moment and he’s not quite sure though.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was thinking it would be fun for myself to get an &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=ipod-nano"&gt;ipod nano&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#160; Something to put all the cds on that I keep in my car.&amp;#160; Yes, I should really move into the digital age.&amp;#160; I think it would be great to have all of those on one small device for when we take trips.&amp;#160; Steve likes to play DJ, and sometimes I can even get him to sing along with me.&amp;#160; Being able to push a button rather than sort through all the cds in the visor would be great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2995416757794742221?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2995416757794742221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2995416757794742221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2995416757794742221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2995416757794742221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-on-your-christmas-list.html' title='What’s On Your Christmas List'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMpNRBtWV_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/2CmRZL9fRqw/s72-c/73412_10150280723925551_702180550_15347257_2896087_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3986360326801304710</id><published>2010-10-28T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:57:06.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cold Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining.&amp;#160; We’ve had a wonderful October so far for Iowa, but it is time to break out the &lt;a href="http://www.cozywinters.com/electric-blanket/"&gt;electric blanket&lt;/a&gt;s.&amp;#160; We have our first freeze warning of the year for over night tonight and like most of the midwest over the last 2 days, the wind has been bad enough to take your breath away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good thing with it freezing.&amp;#160; Adios allergy problems!&amp;#160; Only positive thing that comes with the cold weather.&amp;#160; No ragweed or pollen until spring.&amp;#160; I can’t decide what is better – not dealing with allergies for a few months or having the warm weather.&amp;#160; Ask me in December and I’ll tell you the warm weather would be much better for sure!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3986360326801304710?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3986360326801304710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3986360326801304710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3986360326801304710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3986360326801304710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-cold-already.html' title='Too Cold Already'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-1348461140559963401</id><published>2010-10-28T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:53:56.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather’s New Little Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Heather got the cutest little dog that she brought home tonight.&amp;#160; She tried to talk Steve and I into getting before she made arrangements to be able to take her herself.&amp;#160; Steve doesn’t want an indoor dog, so we couldn’t.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She sent me a picture of her, though I haven’t gotten a chance to meet her yet.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMpFUYsQcQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/x-Mxw_Y9uJU/s1600-h/JunieBsleeping%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="JunieBsleeping" border="0" alt="JunieBsleeping" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMpFU0kTAbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/iQNIoGUiSic/JunieBsleeping_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m sure you will see that picture on her blog tomorrow morning, but I beat her to it. :)&amp;#160; I couldn’t help it, it’s such a cute picture.&amp;#160; Heather said that that is a Build A Bear Workshop bed if that tells you how tiny this little 3 year old dog is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She has been running the &lt;a href="http://www.posmicro.com/"&gt;barcode scanner&lt;/a&gt;s crazy with all she has bought for this little dog.&amp;#160; She’s a rescue.&amp;#160; She was raised in a puppy mill and has been bread multiple times.&amp;#160; She was in a cage most of her life, somewhere along the line getting a broken jaw that was never treated, leaving hers crooked.&amp;#160; From what Heather has told me, this little dog deserves a lifetime of love and happiness and being spoiled.&amp;#160; Heather has raved about her foster mom and the care she received there.&amp;#160; How that woman turned a dog that was probably terrified and so nervous into this sweet little bundle of joy.&amp;#160; She hasn’t seem scared at all of Heather or her family, in fact, she climbs right up on Heather and buries down to sleep in her lap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m sure if you follow &lt;a href="http://digiscrapping.net/blog" target="_blank"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; there will be many more stories of little Junie Bee to come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;May that little one have a long wonderful life from here on out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-1348461140559963401?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1348461140559963401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=1348461140559963401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1348461140559963401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/1348461140559963401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/heathers-new-little-dog.html' title='Heather’s New Little Dog'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMpFU0kTAbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/iQNIoGUiSic/s72-c/JunieBsleeping_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-4218404581494540165</id><published>2010-10-28T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:53:46.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Elephant</title><content type='html'>Did I ever tell you about how I started collecting elephants?  One day, when I was 18, I had a light blue dress on that had pockets.  On the pockets were navy elephants with red eyes.  I stuck my hands in the pockets and moved them out and back saying, "Aren't my elephants cute?"  My sister, Jackie, said "Oh, Kathy, aren't you ever going to grow up?"  To that I said, "Probably not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next birthday I had my sister bought me an elephant.  She said, "Remember how you loved your elephants on you dress?"  Haha!  I didn't really love them, I just was acting silly, as usual.  Well, the next birthday came and she bought me another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Christmas, my brother, Denny, gave me an elephant as a gift.  And so forth, and so on.  The elephants he got me usually had a story behind them.  One was brought out of China when it was illegal to do so.  One was made of teak which was illegal to cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants became special to me from then on.  Denny got me one every year.  The year that he and his family (except Cory) were killed in a car accident, I didn't even think about not getting one.  However, when my Mom and Dad went to clean out his house she found a stuffed pink elephant and knew it was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back my son, Steve, started buying elephants for me again.  I cannot tell you what they mean to me.  It doesn't matter if it is a big elephant or even one gotten out of a machine, I love them all.  Most of the older ones are out in the building we store things in (because our house cannot hold them all).  The elephants are probably pretty dirty, possibly moldy, from being out there that long.  We're talking 16 years or more.  I'll probably have to wash them with something to kill the mold.  Maybe I should get one of those &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handdryersandmore.com/"&gt;hand dryers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;to really get them dried good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any collections that you didn't intend to start?  Let me know how it all started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-4218404581494540165?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/4218404581494540165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=4218404581494540165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/4218404581494540165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/4218404581494540165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/pink-elephant.html' title='The Pink Elephant'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-9088544859864674842</id><published>2010-10-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:12:08.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting For Disability</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever had to fight for &lt;a href="http://www.allsup.com/"&gt;social security disability&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;#160; It’s a long hard road to go down.&amp;#160; Doctors and lawyers and government people.&amp;#160; Denied and appealed and denied and appealed.&amp;#160; Finally approved.&amp;#160; It can be the most frustrating time.&amp;#160; I recommend having someone on your side who knows the law fighting for you and a good doctor who can back up your claims.&amp;#160; (More than one would be good.)&amp;#160; It’s a battle I would not want to fight again.&amp;#160; Going against government bureaucracies is never a good time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-9088544859864674842?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/9088544859864674842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=9088544859864674842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/9088544859864674842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/9088544859864674842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/fighting-for-disability.html' title='Fighting For Disability'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-2973621812190455058</id><published>2010-10-26T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:19:09.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Entertainment Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have I told you that?&amp;#160; Steve’s brother gave us his HUGE entertainment center when he moved and we gave ours to Heather to replace her old one, it wasn’t one of the sturdy &lt;a href="http://www.standsandmounts.com"&gt;tv stands&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#160; The kids had tried to climb on it one too many times and she was nervous it was going to fall on them, even when she kept them off.&amp;#160; (It’s usually Katiana, the little monkey climbing up on it.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There’s just something about this entertainment center, it’s lighter and bigger and just just seems to bring the living room together.&amp;#160; So much more room for TV equipment and dvd’s and even old vcr tapes – although, I think those are actually in another table at this point.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now to keep Christiano out of it.&amp;#160; Love that child to death, but he gets into everything.&amp;#160; He keeps his mama on her toes when she is out here. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-2973621812190455058?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2973621812190455058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=2973621812190455058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2973621812190455058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/2973621812190455058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-my-entertainment-center.html' title='I Love My Entertainment Center'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-4389570387251178798</id><published>2010-10-26T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:42:48.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with Jadah</title><content type='html'>Steve and I went to Steve II's house so Steve could help our son work on his van.  Jadah was supposed to be taking a nap but that didn't work real well.  I even tried to bribe her with a Tootsie Roll Pop after she wakes up.  To no avail, she stayed awake, but I will say she did stay on the couch.  Here's a pic of her, not a great one (I think she had something in her mouth..oh well), but you can see how cute she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMcsTP9nIbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/06cYaz-qF_s/s1600/IMG_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMcsTP9nIbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/06cYaz-qF_s/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532439376462029234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really hoping she'd take a nap because her Grandma was tired and needed one, too!  Oh, well, after her Dad said she could get up we went out on the back deck to watch the guys.  Jadah decided to collect rocks at the bottom of the deck, to place one rock on each step so she could count how many steps were on the stairway.  What a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they quit working on the car, Jadah showed me her Halloween outfit.  I think she's going to be a mermaid.  It's pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMcs5yT6v7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/8gDH0mUD6bo/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMcs5yT6v7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/8gDH0mUD6bo/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532440038517424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I told Steve it was time to leave, I was getting hungry once again and it was supper time by then.  Sometimes all I can think about is  food.  We've been trying to buy good things to eat such as apples, yogurt, juice, etc.  I seem to be stuck at the weight I'm at.  I think it would be great to take &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fastweightloss.net/"&gt;fast weight loss pills&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;but, my doctor won't prescribe them due to my bp and cardiac meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually am down one pound but it's frustrating when you're trying and you stay stuck at one level. Oh, well, eventually I'll get a handle on it (probably just in time for Turkey day, right?).  Have a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-4389570387251178798?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/4389570387251178798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=4389570387251178798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/4389570387251178798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/4389570387251178798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-with-jadah.html' title='Time with Jadah'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMcsTP9nIbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/06cYaz-qF_s/s72-c/IMG_1288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8026098239612122214</id><published>2010-10-26T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:41:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Every time I get on my laptop I immediately get sleepy. Anyone else experience that? I have to fight to stay awake. It's not that what I am doing is boring, far from it. I think it's crazy that all I can think about is taking a nap.&amp;#160; You would think since I am playing on one of my &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/dept/Toys_Action_Figures_Dolls_Learning_Games/20269.html"&gt;toys&lt;/a&gt; doing something that I enjoy, I would be awake and happy to do it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s a conspiracy, my laptop releases something that makes me tired so that I can do more mundane browsing on the web instead of getting work done.&amp;#160; KIDDING!&amp;#160; I never do mundane browsing, it all has a purpose!   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Let me know if it happens to you, too. Maybe someone has some ideas about how to combat this. Let me know! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-8026098239612122214?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8026098239612122214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=8026098239612122214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8026098239612122214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/8026098239612122214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it?'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-3992264096509275715</id><published>2010-10-25T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:33:12.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like your furniture</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve thought about getting &lt;a href="http://www.boconcept.us/"&gt;designer furniture&lt;/a&gt;, it would be nice to have my house look chic and put together and right out of a magazine.&amp;#160; Then I think though, almost every piece of furniture in my house has memories, attached to my children, attached to my parents, attached to something important in my life.&amp;#160; And they are all pieces that are classic.&amp;#160; You would never know by looking at my recliner that it came from my dad’s house and that he spent so much time reclined in it doing crossword puzzles.&amp;#160; It still looks as nice today as the day they got it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And none of it was ever covered in plastic either.&amp;#160; Did your parents ever do that?&amp;#160; Cover the good furniture in plastic?&amp;#160; I’m trying to think back to if mine ever did.&amp;#160; I don’t think they did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Heather was mighty glad when she got a leather couch.&amp;#160; No more steaming her microfiber couch that even water would leave a mark on.&amp;#160; See, there you have it.&amp;#160; She had a nice piece of designer furniture and went with the old standby because it’s easier when you have little ones.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-3992264096509275715?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3992264096509275715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=3992264096509275715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3992264096509275715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/3992264096509275715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you-like-your-furniture.html' title='Do you like your furniture'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-7698028335260859069</id><published>2010-10-25T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:22:31.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you set weight goals?&amp;#160; I do.&amp;#160; I get so excited when I’m down 5 lbs or so.&amp;#160; It’s hard to keep it off though and I can’t take anything to help with it due to other meds I am on.&amp;#160; I do go to the Y with Steve to work out and I love warm water therapy.&amp;#160; Moving in the warm water helps ease some of my back pains.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I do drop down to where I want to be I’m going to buy me a pair of skinny &lt;a href="http://www.jimmyjazz.com/mens/bottoms/jeans?brand=ROCAWEAR&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;rocawear jeans&lt;/a&gt; to show off where I got.&amp;#160; This will be before Thanksgiving or after the holidays are over.&amp;#160; Pumpkin Pie and fruit salad and stuffing will be the end of me. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793108475231288807-7698028335260859069?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7698028335260859069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=7698028335260859069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7698028335260859069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7698028335260859069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/setting-goals.html' title='Setting Goals'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-7454325442998781753</id><published>2010-10-22T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:11:47.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gruene by Baccus Steam Cleaner</title><content type='html'>I've been at my daughter's place and watched while she used her old steam cleaner on her couch, microwave, and refrigerator.  I was impressed that something could clean and sanitize in one step and without using any cleaners, only steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH-7e1w58I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5w0zPwC1MQg/s1600/IMG_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanted to have her bring her steam cleaner to my house so I could have her clean my angel statue before I glued the wing to reinforce it so it won't break off.  That hasn't happened, thus far, so when I was chosen to review the Gruene by Baccus Steam Cleaner, I jumped at the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH-7e1w58I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5w0zPwC1MQg/s1600/IMG_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heres a 'Before'  Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH-7e1w58I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5w0zPwC1MQg/s1600/IMG_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH-7e1w58I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5w0zPwC1MQg/s320/IMG_1283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530982115231983554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH-7e1w58I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5w0zPwC1MQg/s1600/IMG_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was with me when I cleaned it, she said this steamer has more power than most  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gruenesteam.com/"&gt;steam cleaners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; she's seen and used.&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;I am excited as there are many attachments with this Steam Mop &amp;amp; Steam Cleaner!  Now watch it in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH-kQmsfTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/r1wdDEqLZ7I/s1600/IMG_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQYKw_NLQVw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQYKw_NLQVw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what it comes with:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH6N7QPh4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/0r45PiYERt4/s1600/gruenesteamcleaner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH6N7QPh4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/0r45PiYERt4/s320/gruenesteamcleaner2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530976934538741634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="ITEMDETAIL-side1-2-column"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 &lt;h4&gt;Squeegee Hand Tool  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Designed to make quick work of cleaning windows and mirrors.                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 &lt;h4&gt;Garment Hand Tool  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Great for taking wrinkles out of clothes and curtains. It also works great for sanitizing matresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 &lt;h4&gt;Nylon Brush Set  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Includes three brushes to handle most of your cleaning needs.                    Large Brush for wide coverage. Great for scrubbing tile and grout lines.                    Triangle and Detail head brushes for getting into tight spaces.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 &lt;h4&gt;Wire Brush  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Makes short work of cleaning golf clubs. Designed to take the elbow grease out of those really tough jobs.                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 &lt;h4&gt;Scraper Nozzle  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Perfect for removing wallpaper. Seriously it cuts the job in half.                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 &lt;h4&gt;DirectJet Nozzle&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;  Shoots out a jet of steam. Great for hard to reach areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Here's some info directly from the company:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ITEMDETAIL-side1-2-column"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GrueneSteam Cleaning System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           The Gruene Steam Mop and Hand Cleaner is the answer to your household steam cleaning needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     If it is floors you are tackling, simply fill the water tank, and  seconds later steam is at your fingertips.  Using steam means that you  can toss out that bulky, messy, mop and bucket and trade it in for a  better way to clean.  Never again will you barricade the kitchen while  you wait for floors to dry, when you use Gruene Steam the floors  practically dry as you go.  If you have children and pets you will love  that Gruene Steam is chemical free system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Perhaps one of the most unique and innovative features of the Gruene  Steam Mop and Hand Cleaner is its ability to convert to a hand steamer.   Unlock and remove the center section, and viola!  The Gruene Steam Hand  Steamer comes with 10 attachments.  When attached to the hand steamer  these tools make even the toughest jobs a breeze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Take for instance the Garment attachment, this tool can be used to steam  the wrinkles out of clothes, lift stains off mattresses, and even  remove wallpaper.  The small, large, and angled nylon brushes can be  used for anything from removing stains and mildew from tile or grout to  cleaning countertops and sinks.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don’t forget, steam is nature’s disinfectant s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o when you use Gruene Steam you sanitize as you clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH-kQmsfTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/r1wdDEqLZ7I/s1600/IMG_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH-kQmsfTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/r1wdDEqLZ7I/s320/IMG_1285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530981716273691954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you imagine being able to do that with  just one product?  I'd call it the Cadillac of steam cleaners.  I  cleaned my statue with it and the dirt just rolled off it.  Now, don't  you want to go out and get one?  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH-7e1w58I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5w0zPwC1MQg/s1600/IMG_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heres my 'After'  Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, if that doesn't convince you, nothing will!&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/7793108475231288807-7454325442998781753?l=kamoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7454325442998781753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7793108475231288807&amp;postID=7454325442998781753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7454325442998781753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793108475231288807/posts/default/7454325442998781753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamoons.blogspot.com/2010/10/gruene-by-baccus-steam-cleaner.html' title='Gruene by Baccus Steam Cleaner'/><author><name>Halfmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656351646191345241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TFxtE6laESI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qng1a3w6POQ/S220/IMG_0516.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x80DAzXfnuQ/TMH-7e1w58I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5w0zPwC1MQg/s72-c/IMG_1283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793108475231288807.post-8436781933111942936</id><published>2010-10-14T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:52:30.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's Run</title><content type='html'>This is a long time coming but I wanted to blog about Jordan's 1K run.  We were there and so proud of Jordan finishing, not to mention going through with even doing the run when he wanted to back out.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; Jordan!!!  There were some 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade girls (7 - 10 of them) cheering the kids on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cheered Jordan and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; cool.  He couldn't understand how they knew his name, but it got him trying to run again. He was so tuckered out by then he just wanted to lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame him.  When Mom, Kat, Grandpa, and a volunteer helper started running with him, he picked up speed to get to the finish line.  I had tears in my eyes.  After he passed the finish line, I said to Heather, "I wished I had a camera to show you how cool it looked from the back seeing you all running with him for encouragement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know a picture was taken from the front by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DM&lt;/span&gt; Register reporter.  She walked up to us afterwards to get Jordan's name and also the names of everyone who ran with him.  I'm inserting here my daughter's comments from &lt;a href="http://digiscrapping.net/blog/2010/09/21/the-infamous-mile/"&gt;The Infamous Mile : The 24/7 Mom&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;On the way to the car, a lady with a camera that I dream of came up  to us and said, I got a picture of the 4 of you running at the end. Do  you care if I put it in the paper on Thursday?   My mom had just said, I  wish I could have gotten a picture of you 4 at the end.  It was so  neat! I guess Thursday she will get that picture. &lt;img src="http://digiscrapping.net/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  The lady took our names and got a quote from me then left.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;That cheered Jordan up a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;And his &lt;a href="http://www.desmoinesregister.com/apps/pbcs.dll/gallery?Avis=D2&amp;amp;Dato=20100921&amp;amp;Kategori=COMM&amp;amp;Lopenr=9210802&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Params=Itemnr=1&amp;amp;community=Waukee"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; was in the Register, I encourage you to go see it!  His pic is #20 so press the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; arrow to go back to 20 (it's faster).  Jordan finished what he set out to do, no matter how hard it was for him.  Jordan has a goodness in his heart that shines out to everyone close to him.  Grandpa and I were so proud!  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