tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27434884692722629202024-03-05T12:46:51.086-06:00Life on Primrose LaneDonna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-4087561893313584762013-01-01T10:16:00.001-06:002013-01-01T10:16:18.296-06:00Happy New Year....2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I do love a new year...fresh, clean, so many opportunities, plans and dreams....anything is possible!</div>
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The first line of my devotion this morning, is exactly what I want this year to be about...</div>
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<strong><em><u>Come to Me with a teachable spirit, eager to be changed!</u></em></strong></div>
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Oh, how I want to be changed! I want my heart to be changed, my mind to be changed, my priorities to be changed! I want prayer to be my first defense against any problem....not worry. I want my first thoughts in the mornings to be of how I can help someone today...not "what's in it for me." I want to focus on God's will for me and not what I WANT.</div>
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Yes, it all SOUNDS good...it's putting it into practice that is the hard part. Only because our flesh is like my 4 year old grandson...it wants what it wants......NOW! Its high-time to get some self-control and grow-up! At 54, you would think I would have done that loooooong ago. Physically and maybe even mentally, but certainly not spiritually....I have walked around the same mountain I have been trying to conquer for years and years....the rut is about over my head now! It's TIME...time to move out of the desert and into the Promised Land! MARCH!</div>
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Well, looking out my window, the new year looks kinda bleak! No, I don't live in the middle of a mud-riding pit (only good red-necks will know what I mean by that!). I live in an apartment complex (I know, booo...hiss), and they are expanding and clearing for the next phase. Oh well, what can I say....progress!</div>
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I have been trying to put my Christmas stuff away...to be honest it didn't get much past this stage to begin with...I moved to a new apartment the beginning of November...I was determined to decorate for fall before Christmas...well, apparently not determined enough...I had fall decorations out and red boxes for Christmas decorations!</div>
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Happy New Year...don't forget to eat your black-eyed peas today!</div>
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For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future! Jeremiah 29:11</div>
<br />Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-42049718416551712332012-12-30T15:02:00.000-06:002012-12-30T15:02:02.598-06:00Texas CaviarI made black-eyed pea dip (that doesn't EVEN sound good!!)...better known as Texas Caviar (better!) It's the way I prefer my New Year's dose of black-eyed peas.<br />
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This recipe has been around for a while - mine is a combination of a few of them...I add drained Rotel tomatoes and a little cumin. Of course, like most "dips" the longer it sits, the better it gets...it's always better the next day!<br />
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A can of black-eyed peas and a can of black beans - drained....<br />
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a can of whole kernel corn - drained....<br />
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a can of Ro-tel tomatoes - partially drained....<br />
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about half of a medium red onion - chopped to your preference<br />
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one bunch of cilantro - chopped<br />
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juice from a lime or two....<br />
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one 8 oz bottle of Zesty Italian dressing....use it all!<br />
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toss together....and let it sit in the fridge for 24 hours...yeah, right! Well, as long as you can! It just keeps getting better!<br />
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Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-73311649463094170752010-07-27T15:45:00.006-05:002011-06-07T14:49:11.833-05:00It's Tuesday....again<em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>It's raining and HOT! My hair looks like a Chia-Pet!! I can actually feel it getting bigger on my head. I need to move to a MUCH drier climate. </strong></span></em><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Not much going on...as you can see haven't posted much in a while.</strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>I had surgery 6 weeks ago and now I am back at work...on the mend...and ready to go. I had a hysterectomy...everyone tells me I will feel better than I ever have...that's great news...I haven't felt good since 1985 (just kidding!!)...so I am really looking forward to this!</strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Went to a small East Texas town 4th of July weekend...didn't stay for the festivities...but I just has to show you this pic...now doesn't this look just like a Norman Rockwell painting of "Small Town America"...I love it!!!</strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4087/4835051805_d1bb83a2ae.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><em>Great cooking blog </em></span><a href="http://www.favfamilyrecipes.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><em>Family Favorite Recipes</em></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><em>!</em></span></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-28648291576378331032010-01-17T10:07:00.003-06:002011-06-07T14:50:39.970-05:00Hello....<span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I really do love to blog...but it is like it has become a competitive sport....but I have decided to blog for me...I think I have said that before...I am going to blog about things I do, things I enjoy, people I enjoy and just whatever hits my fancy that day...that week...that month, whatever.</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>My one-year old grandson stayed with me Friday night..he is walking now and a HAND-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">FULL</span>!!!! I could just watch him all day long...the look of wonder on his face with each new discovery!!</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This is a pic of him when he was about 2-3 months old - </strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4281272465_039de6d3e7.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>...this was this weekend...yes, he's a thumb sucker - mainly when he's asleep....or if he is really tired...he still has a "pacy" but if he looses it during the night...pop, that thumb is going in.</strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4281244485_b719036dfc.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>New Year's day I kept him while Brandi and her mother-in-law when to Canton...a very large flea market in East Texas...I cooked Corn and Crab Chowder, Bayou Apple Salad and Iron Skillet Apple Cake (from <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Pioneer Woman</span></a>). </strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4281962024_2c5d168504.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>The recipe for the chowder did not call for potatoes or bacon...so I added those. I love to cook and I am very much a recipe cooker...but I use it for a guide and add or take away ingredients to make it "mine".</strong></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4281949874_00b48be246.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cason</span> has more toys than the law allows....but he would rather play in the pantry or climb in the dishwasher while I am trying to load it....I know why you have kids while you are young and energetic....I was exhausted!!!</strong></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4281225483_be0581960d.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4281993720_3d78b1c8cf.jpg" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>This is my youngest daughter's Sr. year in high school...we just ordered cap and gown and invitations...it's really going to happen...she is going to make it out!!!!! She has done really well this year and I am very proud of her.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/4030592886_df1e1ea019.jpg" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>I am back on my low-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">carb</span> diet...it just seems to be the only thing that works for me...so stay with what works...I have gained a few (translated, OMG, did the scale just really say that!!) pounds back and I need to get serious...2009 was a rough year...I gave in to a lot of pressures. But it is a NEW year and God is still on the throne and I am going to be victorious this year...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>My focus this year is ME...I know that may sound very selfish...but for the last few years I have concentrated on people around me and tried to "change" them...and it has taken a lot out of me and no changes from anyone has been made...so I will work on changing things in me that I want and need to change...I will spend more time in prayer and just listening to what God has to tell me and let go of "how I think it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">should</span> be done". I want to concentrate on my health...exercising, eating better, keeping doctor's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">appts</span> and learning to want what I have and not always thinking...if I just had that..I would be happy...I have lived my whole life waiting on things to get better so I could be happy...when peace and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">happiness</span> has been a gift that I didn't have time to accept.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Today I will think on this verse...Jeremiah 29:11 - For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.</strong></span>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-32369357042770709512009-08-26T10:29:00.011-05:002009-08-26T11:01:44.210-05:00I'm reading a book....<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>...<span style="color:#990000;">for anyone that knows me, that is not a shock!</span></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><em>I just started it, so I really don't want to announce it just yet...I've read about 30 pages and it is a tough read...a little preview...it's about alcoholics/addicts and addiction.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><em>I have a long line of these people in my family...both sides and as far back as I can remember. I have friends that suffer also.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><em>The subtitle of this book says: Every negative thing you have always wanted to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">know</span> about Addicts and Addiction...but were too afraid to ask.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><em>Now, I know that just the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">connotation</span> of "every negative thing" is not something we want to dwell on, but I have been through this enough to know....knowing all I can find out cannot be a bad thing. Being informed of the good as well as the "ugly" is empowering.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><em>This is what the back page says about the author: ....was an alcoholic who started drinking at age 12, became an ordained minister at age 21, a full-blown alcoholic at age 34, and a full time recovering addict and chemical dependency counselor from age 45 to the present.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><em>He should know.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><em>Other news: I have my house up for sale...some traffic, but no offers. It's been for sale for about a month...so I'm not at the panicking stage yet.</em></span><br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374300581939239634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UNFSsjHSKZRQ7g_TGS2EFDRTqMEN-ppACTSJ25gY-NXao5wPUngKQZ9BIqX2G24bcx9br_Uo7psD4RoSEOUGxEg8e8JKCacs7mPp_rLi38AsY9_PbwKx9CtYy_XN3_yacSa-sTznmh8/s400/5813_1201396872641_1160153621_30601836_3891686_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><em>Kelsi has started her Senior Year at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Evangel</span>...the time really does fly by....she was sitting on my bed last night talking about the coming year and she just kept saying...I don't really think I'm ready for all this....she has wished her life away and now the big moment is here and she doesn't think she is ready...so typical of teenagers!!!</em></span><br /></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"></span></em><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374300976996987058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvq16YDGGvUtjJoeEnD4wgON-phjNeyxTYSY92Q17haylqDxmqN8WKZ_nRPwtLg2t1SNWsbYKHzi8d5bNLtbmTvxTK-bELvfgoNvZu7y358uEUJWTWbIwVKIVPpJFnQFePHjgHF-QrdbQ/s400/6291_1113467402226_1393161161_30291992_5181670_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cason</span> is growing by leaps and bounds and amazing us all everyday....he's still fighting his allergy/asthma...whatever it is...but he is fighting!!</em></span><br /><br /></span><a href="http://www.passionatehomemaking.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><em>Passionate Homemaking</em></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">awww</span>, I just love the name of that blog. She has some great recipes, advice and wisdom.</em></span>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-18446836101724049562009-04-07T20:05:00.003-05:002009-04-07T20:21:29.776-05:00Easter Bunny and the Little Man<div><div><div><div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Saturday, the Easter Bunny was at Bass Pro - so Brandi, me, Donna (Brandi's mother-in-law) and a friend of Brandi's all struck out to take Cason to see his first Easter Bunny...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3564/3418661786_7c0b9792b9.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">He did really well, he's really not old enough to be frightened, but the look on his face...."'cuse me ladies - but WHO IN THE HECK's lap am I sitting in!!!!"</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3417852799_e73ebda1fe.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">I think he may be traumatized for life!!</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3381/3417852617_2977d1d938.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Anyway, we had lunch walked around and just enjoyed a beautiful day...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/3418663460_7f6746a651.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">He went to sleep behind these sunglasses and we didn't even realize it - we thought he was just a good kid......</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3417854401_c8a419279a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Here is a great <a href="http://www.sugarpiefarmhouse.com/"><span style="color:#330033;">website</span></a> and <a href="http://www.sugarpiefarmhouse.com/blog"><span style="color:#330033;">blog</span></a> - I love this lady's way of thinking - very old fashioned or maybe the word is "traditional"...whatever, I love it.</span></em></strong></div></div></div></div></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-48980852911254340312009-03-31T11:17:00.004-05:002009-03-31T11:40:25.986-05:00Monday....Monday<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>...that's a song, isn't it??</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>Had a great weekend - kept Cason Friday night, while his Mom and Nonna had a garage sale.</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>Did a little re-arranging and decorating around the house...it's that time of year, ya know!!</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>Last night was our book club meeting, we read "</em></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Thirteenth-Tale-Novel-Diane-Setterfield/dp/0743298039/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1238516422&sr=8-1"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><em>The Thirteenth Tale</em></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>" by Diane Setterfield...one of the best books I have ever read...(of course, the book I just finished is ALWAYS one of the best books I have ever read!!)...and I have read a lot of books. I think it was one of the best books for everyone in the book club - we were trying to talk over each other and really gettin' into our discussion. The people at the next table were wondering what in the world were we so excited about...we were at a local catfish restaurant...it was VERY good.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>Saturday night we went to a local crawfish restaurant (I live in Louisiana, ya know!) - we sat out on the back porch and had a great time. (Me, my two daughters, one son-in-law, brother and a ton of friends)</em></span></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/3401344447_7e80ed0298.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>My favorite son-in-law and my brother - they kinda look alike!!!!! especially with the same shirt on!!!<br /></em></span><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3450/3402151358_520bbbb3b5.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><p align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">...and my two favorite girls, they are kinda "prissy" crawfish eaters though!!!</span></em><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em></em></span></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3643/3402151168_9e18ff6636.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>Today I am back at work and will go to Kelsi's softball game tonight....</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">and to leave you with.....the custest cowboy you have EVER seen!!!</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3401887282_e85bb65a45.jpg" border="0" />Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-64832324962432307222009-03-26T14:31:00.002-05:002009-03-26T14:47:31.435-05:00Hello...Hello....Anyone there.....<div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><em><strong>...don't even ask....I'm not even going to say anything about my big ole' long absence...I'm just gonna start from here....today....OK, let's go....</strong></em></span></div><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3422/3307072568_c6fa3a0d59.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong>Well, this is one of the things that has kept me very busy.....the cutest little bugger in the world (to his Nonnie anyway)..Cason Gage...he is almost 5 months old....we are having so much fun with him.</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong>Ya know I was just thinking today....does anyone keep a checkbook anymore....with debit cards and automatic bill paying....checks are almost absolete.</strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3387508549_2c45d48acf_o.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong>A friend of mine told me the other day - she was at the cashier counter paying for her purchases and she was writing a check and she overheard some young girls behind her complaining because she was taking so long....they said..."OMG, she is WRITING a check!!"</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong>I don't really keep one - I get on line everyday and check my balance and see what has posted and what has not - I write maybe 2 - 3 checks a month...mainly for utilities. I really think writing checks will fall completely by the wayside....like alot of other paper!!!</strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong>Just something to think about.....</strong></em></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">This is a great <a href="http://homesicktexan.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#330099;">BLOG</span></a> if you like to cook and try new recipes. She is a Texan living in New York (could it get any worse!!) - a great writer!!</span></em></strong><br /></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-80826912305273324692008-10-28T11:09:00.003-05:002008-10-28T11:12:28.312-05:00Tell God...Thank You.....<span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>DEAR GOD: </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I want to thank You for what you have already done.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am not going to wait until I see results or receive rewards; I am thanking you right now.</strong></em></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am not going to wait until I feel better or things look better; I am thanking you right now.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am not going to wait until people say they are sorry or until they stop talking about me; I am thanking you right now.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am not going to wait until the pain in my body disappears ; I am thanking you right now.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am not going to wait until my financial situation improves; I am going to thank you right now.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am not going to wait until the children are asleep and the house is quiet; I am going to thank you right now.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am not going to wait until I get promoted at work or until I get the job; I am going to thank you right now.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am not going to wait until I understand every experience in my life that has caused me pain or grief; I am thanking you right now.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am not going to wait until the journey gets easier or the challenges are removed; I am thanking you right now.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am thanking you because I am alive. I am thanking you because I made it through the day's difficulties. I am thanking you because I have walked around the obstacles.<br /></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am thanking you because I have the ability and the opportunity to do more and do better.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I'm thanking you because FATHER, YOU haven't given up on me.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>God is just so good, and he's good all the time</strong></em></span>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-37803983021617628702008-10-27T13:35:00.004-05:002008-10-27T13:49:11.314-05:00Busy, Busy Weekend....<span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Don't ya just hate those - where you have to go back to work to get some rest!!!!</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>It started Thursday night with an excruciating tooth ache - we have plans to do a root canal on this tooth a week from today, but it decided to really act up last week - I called my dentist and they called me in some pain meds - they didn't touch it - I was up all night Thursday - I know I looked like one of those cartoon characters - where the sore place is throbbing and red and 4 times the size it is actually supposed to be - that's what I felt like anyway. Friday morning early, I called the dentist - got a recording - closed on Fridays - OMG!!!!!! ....how do I get through the weekend - luckily I have a dear friend who works for an oral surgeon and they helped me get through the weekend - now, I think I can wait until next Monday - but I am calling my dentist to make sure.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>So I went to a little east Texas town to see a "friend" of mine who is a football coach at a jr. college. I haven't talked much about my "friend" on here - because I'm just not sure yet - how much you say on here - ya know!!!! Anyway, went to the game and I was just sitting down to lunch with his parents before the game and I get a call from 17yo daughter - she has just had her first car accident!!! Yes, try being 2.5 hours from home and hear that!!!! Stress level goes up just a tad!!!! She was hit from behind and her car is totalled - she and the two friends in the car with her are OK - banged up and a little sore, but OK. Now, comes the hassel with the insurance companies, other driver, no car for daughter, and on and on.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I got back in town yesterday and just kinda piddled around the house - it was a very pretty day and I opened all the windows and just let the house air out a bit - I sat out on my back patio - and just went through a couple of magazines that I had gotten in the mail and tried to breathe and just relax.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>First thing this morning, I had a Dr.'s appt. with my thyroid Dr. We are still working on getting that on an even keel. Tonight I have my bookclub meeting. We just read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ultimate-Gift-1/dp/0781445639/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1225133217&sr=8-2"><span style="color:#006600;">The Ultimate Gift</span> </a>by Jim Stovall - it was a pretty good book. Tonight we will find out what our next read is.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Aren't you tired, just reading all that!!!!!????????</strong></em></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Thank you, Donna and Annie for the encouragement, bless you both!!!</span></em></strong>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-48285974188375014362008-10-23T08:53:00.004-05:002008-10-23T09:08:45.853-05:00Thursday...<span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>It started out kinda rainy and hazy this morning - but the sun is trying very hard to break through the clouds - having the view that I do from my office - its actually looks like heaven is trying to peek through the clouds....it's just beautiful.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Pregnant daughter was at the hospital last night - her legs, ankles and feet are swelling a little more than normal and they wanted to do a MRI to ensure there were no blood clots - and there was none!!! She just needs to take it easy these last couple of weeks and stay off her feet as much as possible.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I had a recipe for some wonderful chicken that I meant to post today - but I forgot the cookbook at home - it is by </strong></em></span><a href="http://www.holdthetoast.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><em><strong>Dana Carpenter</strong></em></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong> - she has several low-carb cookbooks that I have gotten and they have great recipes - I have tried several of them and they have all been very good.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This morning I had sausage links for breakfast and 2 deviled eggs. I brought some chicken (baked and and basted with hot wing sauce) and more deviled eggs and I will probably go downstairs to the snack shop and get a green salad to go with it. I haven't been eating much at night - maybe a piece of cheese and a boiled egg. Just haven't been real hungry at night. I have lost about 13 lbs in about 6 weeks, but for the past few days, I have been in a stall - more like for the past 7 - 8 days - I will drink lotz of water today - that's usually helps.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Here is a site that I visit everyday without fail...</strong></em></span><a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><em><strong>The Pioneer Woman</strong></em></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>...she has the greatest site. She is sooooo funny, talented in so many ways, she has the greatest cooking section - step-by-step pics and just a great all-around site. She also has great give-a-ways regularly - today she will be having a drawing for a $500 gift card to Sam's.</strong></em></span>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-70871452909172712512008-10-22T09:34:00.004-05:002008-10-22T14:41:46.849-05:00Good Beautiful Morning....<span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This weather is just incredible - in Louisiana we have 2 seasons - hot and hot & humid - that's about it - but today it is about 72 degrees and low humidity - looking out the windows of my 22nd floor office - it could not be a prettier day.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Last night I got my hair colored - I have done it for so long - it is really easy - but it just takes a while - </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I have been really tired as of late - I got off caffeine about 2 months ago and I don't know if this has anything to do with it - but this morning for the first time in a while I mixed my coffee..1/2 decaf and 1/2 full power....kinda got a buzz going on here.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am listening to Michael Buble singing "Save the Last Dance for Me" on the internet...and looking at all this paper on my desk that I need to do something with....so I guess I will get started.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I have been reading a wonderful book series by Karen Kingsbury - it's called the Redemption Series and it's 5 books about this one family...I just finished the last one about a week ago and it has been a wonderful read....I highly recommend them.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Brandi and I had lunch today at her favorite Mexican restaurant - i think she eats there 3 times a week - a friend of mine and some girls she works with were there also - so we got a huge table and had the best time....Brandi is due in about 3 weeks - so we are in the home stretch.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>That's all for today.....</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-29351244598702618122008-10-21T16:08:00.003-05:002008-10-21T16:16:48.264-05:00...a restless day<em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>No, I still don't have a camera - but I really miss blogging - so I decided to blog anyway. I get so caught up in trying to entertain - that I forget why I like blogging the in the first place....I just like to....that's all....I'm quite the people-pleaser - so if I don't have a lot of comments - I think what the heck.....but today as I have been reading some of the blogs I like - I realized - I just like to - I have to quit worrying about if I am entertaining or making someone happy - it's making me happy!!!!!<br /><br />The weather here in northern Louisiana today is about as perfect as it can get - beautiful blue sky - sun shining - and about 77 degrees. I took a drive a lunch today - just had to get out of the office - but, boy, I did not want to come back - but I did!!!! I'm such a good girl!!!<br /><br />Youngest daughter has a softball game today right after work - so I will go to that - then I need to go home and color my hair - in the worst way - I look like a skunk!!!! I HATE doing that!!! Takes up tooooooo much time!!!<br /><br />I have been doing the low-carb diet for about 6-7 weeks now and I have lost about 13-14 lbs. This way of eating really is easy - and you can eat until you get full - carbs cause me all kinds of food cravings - so I do pretty good if I stay away from them. If I just HAVE to have something sweet I eat sugar-free candy - the Turtles are wonderful and you can't tell the difference.<br /><br />That's all for today......</strong></span></em>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-82764863499664598342008-08-27T11:32:00.002-05:002008-08-27T11:38:16.241-05:00Still here.......<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Hello, everyone, I really apologize for just dropping off the face of the earth.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I went to Destin with some girls from high school - my camera took a dive in the salt water and that was the end of that....I hate blogging without pics....boring!!!!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Then life has just kinda taken over - all kinds of things going on - school back in - daughter moving into her new house and awaiting the arrival of my first grandbaby.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I will be back soon - I enjoy doing this too much - gotta go get a new camera - any suggestions???</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Thanks for missing me!!!!!</strong></em></span></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-24264163291599056572008-07-17T12:52:00.004-05:002008-07-17T14:15:37.299-05:00An Award and a Walk....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAC3jvhdkxiUQg2TYdxy4Q9cDK5jNEMVS10gxXt-a-S4MI8AXWfV3Man5PvaDrhzBsdjMXMPnzu7TkpFLC3bdUawKNx8RJ_kNyGn0-8qAz8PVJB_Vn3TadUeK-xbJIvxLDfqi7n7zjhc/s1600-h/BlogawardBrillanteweblog_thumb4%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224063324969403266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAC3jvhdkxiUQg2TYdxy4Q9cDK5jNEMVS10gxXt-a-S4MI8AXWfV3Man5PvaDrhzBsdjMXMPnzu7TkpFLC3bdUawKNx8RJ_kNyGn0-8qAz8PVJB_Vn3TadUeK-xbJIvxLDfqi7n7zjhc/s400/BlogawardBrillanteweblog_thumb4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This is my very FIRST award - I am so tickled!!!! Thank you, </strong></em></span><a href="http://countryromance.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Brenda</span>,</strong></em></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong> you are such a sweet friend. Both of us are from Louisiana - we have a special kinship!!!!! Please go and visit her - she has a wonderful place!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>These are the rules:</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>1.Put the logo on your blog.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>2.Add a link to the person who awarded you.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>3.Nominate at least seven other blogs.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>4.Add links to those blogs on your blog.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>5.Leave a message for your nominee on their blogs</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>These are my seven: </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Karen @ </strong></em></span><a href="http://homesteadblogger.com/countrylife"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em><strong>Country Life</strong></em></span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Susan @ </strong></em></span><a href="http://home-place.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em><strong>A Place Called Home</strong></em></span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Kitty @ </strong></em></span><a href="http://homesteadblogger.com/kitskorn/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em><strong>Kitty's Kozy Korner</strong></em></span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Kari @ </strong></em></span><a href="http://grannyskywalker.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em><strong>Just Livin' Large</strong></em></span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Debra K @ </strong></em></span><a href="http://thebunnysbungalow.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em><strong>The Bunnies' Bungalow</strong></em></span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Annie @ </strong></em></span><a href="http://www.whatarethosewilsonsdoing.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em><strong>Me and The Boys</strong></em></span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Sandi @ <a href="http://whistlestopcooking.blogspot.com/index.html"><span style="color:#000099;">The Whistlestop Cafe Cooks</span></a></strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Yesterday about 7:45 I went out for a walk around my neighborhood - I have been doing that for a couple of weeks now - It's not just an ole' wives tale.....you really feel better when you get a little exercise!!!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Here I am leaving my house - and first thing I have to do is cross the street and I HATE it -there is a big curve just to the left of the street and about the time I get out there some kid comes barreling around...it is not a pretty site....a 50 year ole woman scurrying across the street...no...not at all!!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2029/2676592377_990a63fa9c.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>OK - made it across the street - it's a pretty little neighborhood - older homes - lotz of shade...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2676593901_eb3eea4951.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Boy, that looks like a really long way........huff....huff......<br /></strong></em></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/2676597999_c1862a7aff.jpg" border="0" /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">I found some new settings on my camera - I got the manual out and read it - when all else fails....so I was trying some of them out...this is a really pretty yard - I was going to take some closer ones....the gentleman who owns the house came around the corner and I was in the street taking pictures of his house....I was trying to explain that I thought his yard was pretty and I was taking pictures for my blog.....Uh??? - he points to his ear - so now I am yelling....PRETTY YARD....TAKING PICTURES...BLOG!!!! He wants to talk.........O well, nice man....<br /></span></strong></em><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3044/2677413622_ff652a093d.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Remember, I am trying new settings on my camera - apparently not the right one.....<br /></strong></em></span><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3076/2676595527_3e0a5d856b.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This setting said something about Sunsets....so I got a little sunset in it.....<br /></strong></em></span><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/2677411990_cecc9187dd.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>very peaceful.......<br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2676593901_eb3eea4951.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>back home - </strong></em></span><br /></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-52242174713636728222008-07-14T09:31:00.014-05:002008-07-14T10:32:34.920-05:00Are you where you wanted to be???<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><br />Ree, at <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"><span style="color:#000099;">The Pioneer Woman, </span></a>posted a question today - it hit home and HARD with me!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:0;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>How is your life today compared to how you THOUGHT it would be 10....20 years ago?</strong></em></span></div><br /><align="center"><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Last month I turned 50!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><br />So I guess this is a very good time to look back, see where you've been, unexpected blessings you received and missed opportunities you regret.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><br />I don't know that regret is the correct word for things, opportunities and people I missed. Maybe it is. I don't think I'm where I thought I would be 20 years ago. I guess I thought I would be "further down the road" to the dreams I had, goals I had set, prayers I KNEW would be answered by now!<br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><br />I don't think my life would ever be used as an example of "The Way To Do It" - I have probably made every bad decision, wrong choice and missed opportunity allowed in one life-time. But somehow, someway I have also experience incredible blessings, untold mercy and grace and the precious forgiveness of those I have saddened and hurt.<br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><br />You don't get an instruction manual when you start this journey called "Your Life" - it's a whole lot of trial and error. God very gently gives us His guide called the Bible.....then He also gives us our will - me, he gave a very strong one!!! Because He loves us so much - He did not create us to be His little robots - He gave us choices - to live or die, obedience or stubbornness, willfulness or dependence on Him.<br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><br />I have gone through so many stages of my life - some I have had to do over and over and over again!! I am a survivor - but I have made it so hard on myself at times. Most of the difficult times and circumstances I have had to endure have been because of my own doing!!<br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><br />Someone looked at me the other day and said, "You have lived 5 lifetimes". I probably have. But I have also learned lotz of lessons, had many "light bulb" moments (some, a day late and a dollar short!) and many, many second chances!!!<br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><br />No, I am not where I wanted to be at 50 - but I am not through, yet!....and God has promised me grace enough for today!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-88409082951333806532008-07-11T13:57:00.005-05:002008-07-11T14:48:05.517-05:00Two Posts in One Day.....Lunch......<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This is what I have done today....came to work.....this is my desk - now I am a very busy person, that's why my desk is so messy!!!!!!!! </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Annie - I hear you snickering.......</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3252/2659399180_f64b9e3cd1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3252/2659399180_f64b9e3cd1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This is the other part of my desk - yes, that is a fresh peach that I will have for a snack this afternoon - somehow, I am going to pretend it is chocolate....look at this view - I have the best office on this whole floor - it truly is a blessing to come to work everyday!!!!<br /></strong></em></span><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/2658573157_b2909b603f.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/2658573157_b2909b603f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Just look at that sky - that is the Red River, ladies. I watch boats and skiers going up and down all day long.....I just close my eyes and pretend I am on a house boat out in the middle of it....<br /></span></strong></em><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/2659400566_73202052cd.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/2659400566_73202052cd.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Every Friday (and sometimes in the middle of the week, when we are having a bad week) the girls in the office go out to lunch.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Today we went to a Shreveport landmark...Strawns...now there are several in town, but this is the original, a hole in the wall - but they expanded the hole.....but it still has the same charm and character. They have the best hamburgers and fries....and their lunch plates are pretty good too. However, they are best known for their pies.<br /><br /></strong></em></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This is Cynthia and Judy - they were sitting across from me - so they get their picture taken - there was a family at the next table and I bet that lady took 20 pictures.....I said, "Bet she has a blog." Look at Judy biting into that hamburger.......<br /></strong></em></span><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2658543113_acdcfaa663.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2658543113_acdcfaa663.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>...a shot of the room....and our waitress....and see those white bags - they have pie to go!!!! ....we are on our lunch hour, you know!<br /></strong></em></span><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2658543853_e9c7b090ac.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2658543853_e9c7b090ac.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><br />...there are murals all round the room...</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3035/2659371390_38c19a0302.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3035/2659371390_38c19a0302.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong> ...here is another - recognize any of those folks.....</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2658545315_2c4eff0d5b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2658545315_2c4eff0d5b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>...and now I am back at the office...tell me if you have to go to an office everyday - is this not the place to be????....look at that sky!!!!!<br /></strong></em></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/2658574529_6a99587432.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/2659401998_8000c37565.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-87345511226936751002008-07-11T11:14:00.003-05:002008-07-11T11:23:09.462-05:00Recipes....<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I thought I would post a few recipes today</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>....don't have any pictures....(I always forget to take pictures while I am making anything!!!)</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>these are just some that I have been making for years and we love them....</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/9/113009084_e393be4ba5_o.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This is the BEST Banana Nut Bread you will ever eat - I make it in mini loaf pans</strong></em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Banana Nut Bread<br /></span><br /><br />½ cup vegetable oil<br />1 ½ cup sugar<br />2 eggs, beaten<br />¼ teaspoon salt<br />1 ½ cups flour<br />1 teaspoon soda<br />1/3 cup buttermilk<br />3 very ripe bananas<br />1 c. chopped pecans<br /><br />Cream together oil and sugar.<br /><br />Add eggs and salt to sugar mixture.<br /><br />Combine the soda with the buttermilk. Add to egg mixture with milk.<br /><br />Add bananas and nuts.<br /><br />Grease and flour loaf pan.<br /><br />Bake at 350° for 45 minutes.</strong></em></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This soup is very easy and very, very good.....</strong></em></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Broccoli Cheese Soup<br /></span><br /><br />3 cups frozen chopped or cut broccoli<br />1/3 cup chopped onion<br />½ cup flour<br />1 stick butter<br />1 ½ teaspoon dry mustard<br />16 oz Velveeta Cheese<br />2 15 oz cans chicken broth<br />2 cups milk<br /><br />Add onion to frozen broccoli and cook according to package directions. Drain.<br /><br />Melt butter in saucepan and stir in flour, salt and pepper until well blended.<br /><br />Gradually add milk, stirring constantly, cook until thickened.<br /><br />Add broccoli and remaining ingredients.<br /><br />Cook until cheese is melted.<br /><br /></strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>One of my favorite summer-time salads..........</strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Chilled Corn Salad<br /></span><br />12 oz can whole kernel corn – drained<br />2-3 green onion – chopped<br />½ cup green pepper – chopped<br />2 Tablespoons minced parsley<br />2 Tablespoons cider vinegar<br />1 Tablespoon oil<br />salt & pepper<br /><br /></strong></em></span><span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong>Combine all ingredients and chill overnight.<br /></strong></em></span></p>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-43285515725543552862008-07-10T16:30:00.004-05:002008-07-10T16:42:37.538-05:00I Believe......<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That you can keep going long after you think you can't.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That either you control your attitude or it controls you.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That money is a lousy way of keeping score.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I believe</span> - That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.</strong></em></span></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-7659247936079511462008-07-09T19:21:00.007-05:002008-07-10T15:04:23.929-05:00Lazy-Hot-Days....<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Well, I have some good news, I FOUND MY CAMERA.....</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I found it in the trunk of my car - I told <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ya'll</span> I was cleaning out my car and I had it in my hand....</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I thought I had either thrown it away with trash...or laid it on the top of my car and drove off with it up there....</strong></em></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Apparently, I laid it in the trunk....I had looked through that trunk so many times and then I looked one more time and there it was!!!!!! I was hollering...Thank you, Jesus....Thank you, Jesus!! I'm sure my neighbors thought there was a tent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">revival</span> going on over there.....</strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I have just really had the blahs, blues, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">whatevers</span> lately. Must be the heat!!</strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I tend to be a very controlling person (I hear all that snickering from the people who really know me)....they are saying..."did she say, TENDS to be"!!!!!!!</strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I have been single most of my life and I think women tend to get that way when they have to fight the world by themselves. I am always trying to arrange everyone and everything the way I think it should be.....trying to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">maneuver</span> situations to where certain things might happen....I am not manipulative...I always think I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">everyone's</span> best interest at heart....but I am learning that even when you THINK you are doing someone a favor or helping....sometimes...you're just not.</strong></em></span></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2654617256_88d6323aeb.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I have really been thinking on "Trust in the Lord with ALL your heart, and lean not on your OWN understanding......</strong></em></span></div><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2653791307_2cd7ec9f13.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>It's my own understanding that always gets me in trouble - God very plainly tells us, our emotions and feelings are not very good barometer....and I always have lots of those...feelings and emotions. Sometimes, I just don't understand why something is happening the way it is - when I know that another way would be so much better....for everyone!!!! </strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3158/2653209803_66207c2c53.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>That is when that TRUST part comes in...I tend to always want to follow my instincts, my emotions, my feelings......oh, those things have caused me so much pain and heartache.....Trust, it's such a simple <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">little</span> word and so easy to just flow out of your mouth when you are talking to someone else about THEIR situation or THEIR problem.</strong></em></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>But when it is you, who is having to do the trusting, it can be so very, very hard.</strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>That is where the FAITH also comes in, where the rubber meets the road - where you put your money where your mouth is......Do I really trust God to take care of me....Do I really think He has my best interest at heart....Yes, I do, I just have to take a step back and look at what He has done for me......and know, with all my heart - the He will continue to walk beside me - I just have to learn to not get ahead of Him.</strong></em></span></p>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-70816236049482613762008-07-03T09:01:00.006-05:002008-07-03T09:17:02.718-05:00Here HE is.......<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Yes, we have a little "Mr." - we are all soooooo excited - especially Landon (Daddy) - we about had to scrap him off the ceiling.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Most times the tech doing the ultra-sound has to tell you what the sex of the baby is - well she didn't have to say a thing......</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I would put captions under the pictures, but Brandi emailed these to me as one - so the explanations are at the bottom.........</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/2634025022_55ddcc8e2e_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/2634025022_55ddcc8e2e_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong> <span style="color:#006600;">Picture #1</span> - is the profile - he's head is to the right and the feet to the left - you can see his nose and little cheeks - his hand is on the other side of his head in the air.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Picture #2</span> - is the 4-D picture of his back and legs - his little feet are crossed - he is still very skeletal - she is 20 weeks - they said they really didn't like to show the face on ones of these just yet - because it is a litte "scary" looking. I said he looks like a little dinosaur - so right now he's name is "Dino".</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Picture #3</span> - the "money" picture - like I said they didn't have to say what it was - we all screamed boy when we saw this. The legs are in a "V" - and the arrow is point to the "boy part" - I hope I don't get in trouble for showing this!!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>A friend of Brandi's had lunch with us after the ultra-sound and she said she had never seen one so obvious -she felt like she should not be looking at that!!!!!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>So needless to say - we are all so excited - but we cannot come up with a boy name - the last name is Jones - so we need a really "kickin'" first name.....any suggestions??????</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>BTW....did I mention I am just SICK over losing my camera!!!!!!<br /></strong></em></span></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-36240656248291187382008-07-01T14:08:00.005-05:002008-07-14T11:15:51.185-05:00BOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOO......<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I have lost my camera!!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I am sick, sick, sick!!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I was cleaning out my car before going to work - I had it in my hand - I either threw it away with the trash from the car, or drove off with it on top of the car!!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>It was only a Kodak EasyShare, but it was ALL I had!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>What's a blog without pictures....it's kinda like trying to talk with your hands tied, and God knows I can't do that!!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I do have some news - and even a couple of pictures to go with it!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>We found out what Brandi and Landon's baby is...........</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Take a guess and I will be back soon with the news......</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">(Did I mention....I am just SICK about my camera!!!)</span></em></strong></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-40251088693330980272008-06-24T16:00:00.002-05:002008-06-24T16:34:50.384-05:00Good Friends!!!!<div><div><div><div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>When I was little, I used to believe in the concept of</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>one best friend, and then I started to become a woman.</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2544552691_032ea13f54.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>And then I found out that if you allow your heart to</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>open up, God would show you the best in many friends.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>One friend's best is needed when you're going through things with your children.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Another friend's best is needed when you're going through things with your mom.</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/2544551665_5887464125.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>TO MY GIRLS... I love you!</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>One friend will say let's pray together, another let's cry together, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>another let's fight together, another let's walk away together.</strong></em></span></div><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2397/2544548841_0a2dec60b5.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>One friend will meet your spiritual need, another your shoe fetish,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>another your love for movies, another will be with you in your season of confusion,</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>another will be your clarifier, another the wind beneath your wings.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>But whatever their assignment in your life, on whatever the occasion,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>on whatever the day, or wherever you need them to meet you...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>with their gym shoes on and hair pulled back or to hold you back from</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>making a complete fool of yourself .... those are your friends.</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2387/2486069569_9dd0e40b27.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>It may all be wrapped up in one woman, but for many it's wrapped up in several....</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>one from 7th grade, one from high school, several from the college years,</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>a couple from old jobs, several from church, on some days your mother,</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>on others your sisters, and on some days</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>it's the one that you needed just for that day or week when you needed someone</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>with a fresh perspective, or the one who didn't know all your baggage, or the</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>one who would just listen without judging... those are good girlfriends/best friends.</strong></em></span></div><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2325/2544552191_eb81210503.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I thank my girlfriends, those who honor intimacy, those who hold trust,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>and those <span style="color:#990000;">who hold me up when life is just too heavy</span>!</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>The special bond we share is unique.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Thanks for the words we've shared.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>The prayers we've sent up.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>The laughs, the tears, the phone calls, the emails,</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>the shopping, the movies, the lunches, the dinners,</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>the talking, talking, talking and the listening, listening, listening....</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>So whether you've been there 20 minutes or 40 years,</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I love you!</strong></em></span></div></div></div></div></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-23147838980704179542008-06-17T12:56:00.005-05:002008-06-17T13:16:01.142-05:00Eatin' crawfish....<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>We had some great crawfish this weekend - I'm in Louisiana and this is just a staple of our diet!!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/2530520271_f5fa8842b8.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/2530520271_f5fa8842b8.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>They really do taste good - they just don't look so pretty - and there is definitely a technique involved in eatin' them.<br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>As you can see, daughter Brandi and hubby Landon are really concentrating on their work.....</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3276/2583780577_7dd8b445f5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3276/2583780577_7dd8b445f5.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong>...and since they are usually more trouble than they are worth to me....I had shrimp......<br /></strong></em></span><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3052/2584610924_260b4b1914.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3052/2584610924_260b4b1914.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>This is at one of those great Cajun type restaurants - where you eat out on the back porch and they have these huge fans blowing - great place to relax and visit....</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>...daughter Kelsi, and my brother, Kelly<br /></strong></em></span><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2584612034_9ccc7f24dc.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2584612034_9ccc7f24dc.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong> Brandi & Landon<br /></strong></em></span><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/2583784609_ac79263e03.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/2583784609_ac79263e03.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong> we grow 'em really big down here!!!!</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Looks like small lobster!!!!<br /></strong></em></span><div><div><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2584614244_589eb5d47f.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2584614244_589eb5d47f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I just love these "gas" cartoons<br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2583785827_6608b9c340.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2583785827_6608b9c340.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Kinda busy right now - life, work, etc.</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Be back later........<br /></strong></em></span><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743488469272262920.post-6883466801025096112008-06-13T16:18:00.001-05:002008-06-13T16:20:22.655-05:00A Funny for the Weekend....<div align="center"> </div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/2576485426_eb832a2b7d.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/2576485426_eb832a2b7d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Donna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756821683885420601noreply@blogger.com4