tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376669532024-03-13T14:23:02.760-07:00LUCKYZMOMTesting the Watersluckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-26661584648587979712012-09-17T10:42:00.000-07:002012-09-17T10:42:25.910-07:00IT SEEMS SO LONG AGO.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: purple;"><strong>BUT IT WAS JUST....</strong></span></div>
<strong><span style="color: blue;"> Last Summer. </span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><strong> My favorite fellas!</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">So much has happened since then. I have started a post, but, it may take a while!)</span></strong>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-3374401439045126372012-03-05T11:46:00.000-08:002012-03-05T11:46:52.600-08:00Crycare CrimeMy stress level has been increasing by leaps and bounds since I learned we had been kicked out of our healthcare program of 36 years, effective September 1, 2011. I found this out just last Tuesday when I tried to make an appointment to renew my BP medication at the MTF (military treatment facility) where we have been taken care of since October 2003. I have two more pills left and fourteen of another type that I still have from May of 2008 when it was decided I should stop taking them. I have no idea if those fourteen will control my BP until we find another PCM. <br />
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I'm sure it is going to turn out fine eventually and I just wanted to talk about it.luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-39589472306162837082012-02-16T09:53:00.000-08:002012-02-16T09:53:06.914-08:00Godspeed<span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Thinking about my children</strong></span><br />
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You say goodbye,<br />
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smile proudly<br />
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as they stand there, so tall<br />
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with backpack, camera,<br />
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and you hand over a sandwich,<br />
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or a fresh peach, <br />
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and a lucky penny,<br />
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wishing, Godspeed.<br />
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You can't go with them,<br />
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hold their hand as they cross<br />
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whatever street they must<br />
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to school, train, or plane ---<br />
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or ocean, or midnight sky.<br />
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You can only watch,<br />
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feeling your heart beat fast,<br />
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still warmed from that last hug,<br />
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as they walk away,<br />
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looking smaller to you<br />
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as they grow<br />
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to full size on their own.<br />
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You swallow tears<br />
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arms already feeling empty,<br />
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and try to smile.<br />
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You think they might look back<br />
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for reassurance<br />
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or to wave excitement as their<br />
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newest adventure begins.<br />
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At last you turn,<br />
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go back inside <br />
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to whatever house you call home,<br />
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make yourself a cup of coffee or tea<br />
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and plan your own journey<br />
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to destinations unforeseen......<br />
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~~Lenore Horowitz~~luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-57797800794187677342011-10-11T08:39:00.000-07:002011-10-11T08:39:56.041-07:00Who Me?<strong><em>Eckhart Tolle, author of A New Earth, explains how to break through the shell that separates you from your true self.</em></strong><br />
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Vanity and pride are what most of us tend to think of when we think of ego, but ego is much more than an overinflated sense of self. It can also turn up in feelings of inferiority or self-hatred because ego is any image you have of yourself that gives you a sense of identity—and that identity derives from the things you tell yourself and the things other people have been saying about you that you've decided to accept as truth. <br />
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One way to think about ego is as a protective heavy shell, such as the kind some animals have, like a big beetle. This protective shell works like armor to cut you off from other people and the outside world. What I mean by shell is a sense of separation: Here's me and there's the rest of the universe and other people. The ego likes to emphasize the "otherness" of others. <br />
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This sense of separation is an intrinsic part of the ego. The ego loves to strengthen itself by complaining—either in thoughts or words—about other people, the situation you find yourself in, something that is happening right now but "shouldn't be," and even about yourself. For example, when you're in a long line at the supermarket, your mind might start complaining how slow the checkout person is, how he should be doing this or doing that, or he failed to do anything at all—including packing the bag of the person ahead of you correctly. <br />
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When this happens, the ego has you in its grip. You don't have thoughts; the thoughts have you—and if you want to be free, you have to understand that the voice in your head has created them and irritation and upset you feel is the emotional response to that voice Only in this way can you be present to the truer world around you and see the golden shade in a pound of pears on the scanner, or the delight of a child in line who begs to eat them.The trick, of course, is to work to free ourselves from this armor and from this voice that is dictating reality. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Observe Your Mind </span></strong><br />
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The first foundational step is to become aware of what kind of thoughts you habitually think, especially negative thoughts: irritation, anger, impatience and perhaps even some kind of sadness. You might, for example, complain about yourself, how useless you are. If you start to hear these repetitive thoughts, then you will suddenly realize, "I've been thinking these same thoughts again and again almost every day without really knowing it." <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Distinguish Between the Voice of Ego and the Actual Situation </span></strong><br />
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Awareness is the beginning of becoming free of the ego because then you realize that your thoughts—and the negative emotions they produce—are dysfunctional and unnecessary. For example, let's go back to the supermarket line. As you stand waiting, you aren't actually irritated because it's taking a long time to get through to the checkout, which is the situation. You are irritated by what your mind is telling you about the situation—which is that all this waiting is bad and a waste of your time. But you could actually be enjoying that moment if you say, "This is simply what is. There's nothing I can do about it, so why not breathe in deeply and look around and enjoy the world around me?" <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Let Go of Limiting Stories </span></strong><br />
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Sometimes the danger is not even pessimistic thought. If, for instance, you have been let go from your job, you might so resist being negative that you say, "It's a great thing that I lost my job!" That kind of willful optimism is not necessary. We hold on to the fairy tale of supposed happiness—that we should be happy. But this keeps you stuck where you are. Instead, try to describe only what is happening, without judgment: I do not have a job. I must look for one. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Bring In Your Awareness </span></strong><br />
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When you see the difference between your voice and the reality of the situation, that's the beginning of awakening. This is often a moment—a flash that sizzles and disappears. Initially you still lose yourself again, and the old thoughts arise, but gradually, you gain awareness, and the dysfunctional thoughts subside. It's a gradual transition, this bringing in of your awareness, because the ego doesn't want to change. It doesn't want to disappear, so it will give you plenty of reasons why you cannot be present. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Lay Down Your Weapons </span></strong><br />
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Your challenge will be to become more aligned internally with the present moment. Fighting with your ego by will just makes it stronger. By declaring war on it, you make an enemy. A simple example: You wake up in the morning, and it's raining and gray, and the mind says, "What a miserable day," and this is not a pleasant thought. You likely feel some emotion: dread, disappointment, unhappiness. You suddenly realize that your judgment of what kind of day it will be is based on a mental habit, an unconscious default. That simple awareness creates space for a new thought to emerge. You can look again out the window without that preconception and just see the sky. It's gray. There's some sunlight filtering through the sky. There are, perhaps, raindrops falling. It's not actually miserable at all. It has a certain beauty. Then suddenly, you're free. You're no longer imposing something on reality, and you're free to enjoy what, previously, you had rejected. <br />
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<strong><em>To learn more about the ego, overcoming adversity and creating inner peace and meaning in your life visit</em></strong> <a href="http://eckharttolletv.com./">EckhartTolleTV.com.</a>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-73051364570843393532011-06-15T10:31:00.000-07:002011-06-15T10:31:35.112-07:00Something's Fishy<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><strong>There's a mouse in the house!</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">We heard noises inside our gas fireplace a week or so ago (I now think it was right after we had been going in and out the doors doing yard work). Being ultra sensitive, through the week I would feel movement or think I heard something out of place occasionally, but attributed it to the ice maker or golfers. Yesterday I was sitting at the computer in the office and just happened to look over my left shoulder into the living room. There, sitting in the middle of the floor was a fairly good sized mouse (an adult or teenager).</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">I immediately went into action. I opened the nearest door and started to scare the </span><span style="color: #999999;">mouse </span><span style="color: magenta;">out by stomping and moving furniture ever closer to the door. Then I moved stuff that could be hiding places, folded the sheers and curtains off the floor onto the window sills, took the cushions off the upholstered furniture and started to turn them over. Then I started checking other places and ended up doing a lot of sorting and rearranging that I've been meaning to do for quite some time. Eventually the living room also was rearranged. We have not found the mouse yet though. No telling what I may accomplish by the time we find the little </span><span style="color: #999999;">creature. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;"><strong>Frederick Buechner</strong></span>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-17453542597918687232011-03-11T10:35:00.000-08:002011-03-11T10:35:38.256-08:00Challenges"I know for sure that in every challenging experience there's an opportunity to grow, enhance your life or learn something invaluable about yourself."<br />
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Oprahluckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-16607158169128605182011-02-14T10:56:00.000-08:002011-02-14T11:47:43.616-08:00From my Valentine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I found this note next to the coffee pot when I got up this morning. <br />
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"<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For My Valentine,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I thought back through our years together, back to the time when I first made the realization that I wanted to be with you always, I found while I admired and treasured the things you could do, it is the person you are that captured my heart. At the moment of discovering that, Where you are not - I would not feel alive, that I realized I love you more than any other. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All my love this Valentines Day </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hupson"</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDMa0DCy1N3rja6uKTXMkgvd9KyFNen2dhQzWRup1cT3qIRubUT_uW5e7IjaOCf2uDUpQc4wHRdylUnvGyj8YKc1V8r7DtMZDlrOju-URHun9ojmcRe64AQdag-DjPKYU_aioUg/s1600/C+%2526+B+Smithsonian+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDMa0DCy1N3rja6uKTXMkgvd9KyFNen2dhQzWRup1cT3qIRubUT_uW5e7IjaOCf2uDUpQc4wHRdylUnvGyj8YKc1V8r7DtMZDlrOju-URHun9ojmcRe64AQdag-DjPKYU_aioUg/s320/C+%2526+B+Smithsonian+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I am thankful for this day, this life, this man*)luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-24044649050756802732010-12-17T13:02:00.000-08:002010-12-17T13:07:40.671-08:00MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL<shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>We have made a valiant effort to get organized for the holiday season early. How far are we willing to take this? We put up the <span style="color: #cc0000;">Christmas</span> lights for the first time in seven years in mid November. <span style="color: #cc0000;">Christmas</span> letter was written (being edited as I speak), added to addressed cards, stamped and sent before we received any (another first); gifts have been bought, wrapped, boxed and sent. I have even started decorating the house by setting a festive centerpiece on the dining table. We contemplated extending this level of frenzy into a major garage clean-out but prudently decided to “put that off” until a later date; after all we’re inspired, not crazy. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>We celebrated our 34th Anniversary 6 days ago and my "I'm not saying" birthday 3 days ago. My husband brought me a beautiful bouquet of <span style="color: #ffd966;">roses</span>, took a day off work and wined and dined me on our anniversary. And I'll just say this birthday was the hardest birthday ever as well as the best one ever. I received a gift from my husband that blew my socks off. It was a large white ceramic rooster and hen that I had admired in a shop window in July. Soon after they disappeared and every time I passed the window I lamented not having gotten them while the 'gotting' was good. I teared up when when I opened the box and realized what it was. After I arranged them in my kitchen we went out to dinner to a bistro where our experience has always been excellent. This time we were seated in an empty section and basically ignored. The disappointment was swept away as soon as we got back home and I listened to the messages from my kids and grandkids. Even with the poor reception their voices and serenading warmed my heart. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>I have developed an interest in beading and now find myself spending countless hours engaged in my new hobby. He who knows teases me that I have more interest in sorting out the beads by size and <span style="color: blue;">c</span><span style="color: #ffd966;">o</span><span style="color: magenta;">l</span><span style="color: #7f6000;">o</span><span style="color: #741b47;">r </span>than in putting them together in a finished project, but bear in mind that this comes from the man who assembled 20,000 rounds of ammunition and hasn’t fired a gun in 7 years. There’s an old saying about a pot and a <span style="color: black;">kettle…..</span></strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Actually, we have both done very well for ourselves this past year and haven’t faced any injuries or debilitating life experiences.Then a couple of weeks ago my husband went on day shift after a decade of swing. Coming into the light of day has been a difficult adjustment for me. I am just a half hour away from waking up before he leaves for work. I miss our ritual send off, so I no longer consider myself secure in my role as domestic goddess, providing a warm hearth and emotional stability when he stumbles home from work at 2:30 a.m.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>In June, we traveled to the Washington D.C. area for a reunion with the guys my husband flew with from 1978 to 1981 in the 10th Tactical Fighter Squadron, Hahn AFB, Germany. I was amazed by all the faces I recognized but was unable to put a name to. My husband said that if he closed his eyes, it was just like he was thirty years younger. We also sandwiched in some time in the area with our friends N and J, and went sightseeing as well as visited the Smithsonian with friends from Hahn we've kept in contact with, J and B.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>I volunteered to be the adult authority for my grandchildren for a week in July while their parents traveled to Chicago. My usual role as the doting grandma was in direct conflict to the one of being responsible for the children’s well being and finding that you must say “no” at times.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>We also drove back in August to attend a cousin’s 50th wedding anniversary. It was a good visit with friends and family we haven’t seen in a long time.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>And now we are looking forward to Santa!!!</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Wishing you the best holiday season ever!!!!</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>With love</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"><strong>LZM</strong></span>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-69328822173562921062010-11-28T10:40:00.000-08:002010-11-28T10:40:53.108-08:00Out of the Dark and into a New Light<span style="color: magenta;">The past five days have been quite traumatic for me. After almost a decade of living the life of a vampire our world has shifted. My husband has gone on day shift. I'm sure the enormity of this has caused a tremor somewhere in the world. Or maybe just in my world. It came about very unexpectedly and we only had a couple of days to adjust. I don't know how to behave. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">So far he has left before I've been able to drag myself out of bed. I have progressively gotten up earlier and earlier though, so there's hope for me yet. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">One nice thing has been that my evening meal tastes better because he is here to share it with me. Or maybe now I make better meals. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">He falls asleep soon after he eats though, But he is still adjusting. We are both truly excited about this change and look forward to experiencing a little bit of normal again. </span>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-48716140121615919602010-09-11T15:29:00.000-07:002010-09-11T15:32:57.264-07:00I've just really been stagnate lately. In a state of mind that I'm not proud of. Thinking back, there have been some bright moments. For the most part though, I am wondering where the joy has gone. Seems I 've been stirring the soup pot of my life and have found all the good parts are gone and only the broth is left. So, perhaps it is time to visit my 100 Things About Me list that I started so long ago (3/22/07).luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-83753352229219868942010-09-11T15:28:00.000-07:002010-09-13T01:22:48.438-07:00100 THINGS CONT. OR aLSO OR ?1. I have paint watercolors that knock my socks off. Other peoples socks too. I could sell them, but I don't want to let them go.<br />
2. I haven't done more than test new colors in about 9 months.<br />
3. I used to get paid to do calligraphy.<br />
4. I have been paid to sew garments for people.<br />
5. I have won awards for knitting and cross stitch projects.<br />
6. I was editor of an organizations monthly newsletter.<br />
7. I was a newswriter for an organizations monthly newsletter.<br />
8. I ran for Vice President of an organization and lost.<br />
9. I wrote, directed and starred in several skits.<br />
10. I was the star of my senior class play.<br />
11. I would have flunked algebra if I hadn't transfered out of the class taught by the organist of the church I attended. I took business math and did well. I have always considered myself lousy at math, but my husband has tried to convince me otherwise. I have just recently started to believe him.<br />
12. My brother hasn't spoken to me since August of 1999.<br />
13.luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-27414436484782294912010-08-29T13:30:00.000-07:002010-08-29T13:30:53.682-07:00COFFEE<span style="color: #7f6000;">A good story.......... </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee...You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see." </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma the daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?" </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its insides became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying. </span>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-34587973663232099672010-07-03T17:27:00.000-07:002010-07-03T17:28:06.388-07:00There we were.<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;">Bringing back the memories</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Last month Hupsun and I flew to the Washington DC area to attend a reunion of the TFS (Tactical Fighter Squadron) where he (Hupsun) began his Military career 32 years ago in Germany. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">We landed at Dulles in the dark, took the bus to our rental car, found our "Inn", then found a restaurant (that was just getting ready to close) and ate some food. </span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">The next day, after the free breakfast at the "Inn", we drove to the home of my very dearest friend in the beautiful Virginia countryside. Her husband was Hupsun's boss at one time (which made her the bosses wife at one time). Very soon after our arrival we were amazed to realize that these </span><span style="color:#006600;">two men, who we ordinarily have to pry conversation out of, were chat</span><span style="color:#006600;">ting with each other like magpies. We </span>all <span style="color:#006600;">had </span><span style="color:#006600;">a wonderful visit. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I couldn't leave without visiting their cows </span>though. And I downloaded<span style="color:#006600;"> a picture </span>I took <span style="color:#006600;">of them, but just lost it somehow:(</span> T<span style="color:#006600;">he bunch they had the last time I visited were much more photogenic. But, that's understandable, because I spent a lot more time getting to know them. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">I made Hupsun drive around R & K's neighborhood for awhile so we wouldn't be early to the pre-reunion get together. R & K were our "sponsors" (a couple assigned to help new couples) when we arrived in Germany 32 years ago.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">"It is just as rude to be early as it is to be late", I told Hupsun. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Two other couples were already there. Three men met us at the door. I was amazed that they looked familiar to me. I knew that I had known them but I didn't know who they were. Kind of like when someone is guest starring on Law and Order and you try to remember where you know you know them from. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">I recognized K immediately. She hadn't changed a bit. The whole evening was delightful.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">The next day.......</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4kij9d_tE8TgLdKSP0j_6E2DGm8IRt4v5KHPYjrhnqPYS2x8nbW7w2-ilK4Dwz2D8t4m4UReoQ-LUrwck75jz3NuAQ1b5aThpFGFJy1w0k0Gw4QP3IlqlNlAoEvPhPBCnEN4Ag/s1600/IMG_0668.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482743011721336962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4kij9d_tE8TgLdKSP0j_6E2DGm8IRt4v5KHPYjrhnqPYS2x8nbW7w2-ilK4Dwz2D8t4m4UReoQ-LUrwck75jz3NuAQ1b5aThpFGFJy1w0k0Gw4QP3IlqlNlAoEvPhPBCnEN4Ag/s400/IMG_0668.jpg" /></a><br />Manassass battle ground.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAsFtCdR2UBYBKARghgIoRqciW8NRkTxPtxqkCAV3N97K67KkhV9dovqNSEytlLFRGPDSJubLTvdjzGAIUdjFlB6A5P3G0vr67FZPGkl9ngXEUc9x72-krqU2BrIQj5QV-jqViLA/s1600/IMG_0673.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482742586846478402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAsFtCdR2UBYBKARghgIoRqciW8NRkTxPtxqkCAV3N97K67KkhV9dovqNSEytlLFRGPDSJubLTvdjzGAIUdjFlB6A5P3G0vr67FZPGkl9ngXEUc9x72-krqU2BrIQj5QV-jqViLA/s400/IMG_0673.jpg" /></a><br />Shanandoah scenic view.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisqjJipgAfYX7GB8ATt8k7xcyz0UoasDzTiNpMIkXlo7Zz553Im35DkUVuAo0_pmvCDs6P21NVkINdXjSkmiSMBgD4BshHqCJWB2fVC5vtEdIY0MLV81nXxvpb8Gx9xGhEcVQ2Q/s1600/IMG_0689.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482741966378668562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisqjJipgAfYX7GB8ATt8k7xcyz0UoasDzTiNpMIkXlo7Zz553Im35DkUVuAo0_pmvCDs6P21NVkINdXjSkmiSMBgD4BshHqCJWB2fVC5vtEdIY0MLV81nXxvpb8Gx9xGhEcVQ2Q/s400/IMG_0689.jpg" /></a><br />I finally found a bear in the woods!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRaD8aHDcYBIHthzVWE96-_0aQMmQ5YXb8vXUjU1gwmYb-DLE9bYD6LwYD-h_l8xm6HX5_gm8Gc3fegBWJcC5uwv-GoHrLRfc0XXPHjNRDa0rWTss1QtjBnIsJh7bTe6ogsinwg/s1600/IMG_0699.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482741339664190338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRaD8aHDcYBIHthzVWE96-_0aQMmQ5YXb8vXUjU1gwmYb-DLE9bYD6LwYD-h_l8xm6HX5_gm8Gc3fegBWJcC5uwv-GoHrLRfc0XXPHjNRDa0rWTss1QtjBnIsJh7bTe6ogsinwg/s400/IMG_0699.jpg" /></a><br />Fly boys (and one mystery woman), thirty years older and some of them have grown up! They all still do so much talking with their hands that you would have</div><div>thought they were all Italians.<br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUM-L-ZpRltuWpvYunOxAvkivTsXo3MLUBMWRYXjHRgu3nC7kJ_Hfp5j0SQrcKgFJoMOPJsJhr3d6L0WdgbMD_oe15QYnArluBstXlMhvS6tYw-BUhquau9qSmwO2zS5Yde4_HzA/s1600/IMG_0724.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482740537182523010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUM-L-ZpRltuWpvYunOxAvkivTsXo3MLUBMWRYXjHRgu3nC7kJ_Hfp5j0SQrcKgFJoMOPJsJhr3d6L0WdgbMD_oe15QYnArluBstXlMhvS6tYw-BUhquau9qSmwO2zS5Yde4_HzA/s400/IMG_0724.jpg" /></a><br />Big boys racing!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9HxQFY7TnBPwU5kON5GW5RxZ7LFOX2QKwY7WvvV1yQhmsUAnGRuKlXyKFDwneDd45K-_H5X_9l_e2Sg2fzMDTZC_aosKR5WYj4MMsGj505Lqzw31iNc3dD07XaRnpAuMNllFmw/s1600/IMG_0738.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482739999438882658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9HxQFY7TnBPwU5kON5GW5RxZ7LFOX2QKwY7WvvV1yQhmsUAnGRuKlXyKFDwneDd45K-_H5X_9l_e2Sg2fzMDTZC_aosKR5WYj4MMsGj505Lqzw31iNc3dD07XaRnpAuMNllFmw/s400/IMG_0738.jpg" /></a><br />At the Smithsonian Museum of American History. I think we're related!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtvs3OmBEf8eMvk2aFrBWLwVoiKXV324_CqC563tDS7DMOHGO5qla0fV47_Hv1UjwwvCWcpVrgPODFVwj_66ekv9Y7XFsE77fOW_05oujDu2R7xjrQH_m0KinxTgWJEKqz83yXw/s1600/IMG_0744.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482739686913684226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtvs3OmBEf8eMvk2aFrBWLwVoiKXV324_CqC563tDS7DMOHGO5qla0fV47_Hv1UjwwvCWcpVrgPODFVwj_66ekv9Y7XFsE77fOW_05oujDu2R7xjrQH_m0KinxTgWJEKqz83yXw/s400/IMG_0744.jpg" /></a><br />Julia Child's cookbooks!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnb824s-X8F4d70i8D_PsDBwlUJisbTNQiu9r-kCO_AoylnNRaZDERqUP4XzSHlXMaXGzmGWirARFS7JZ5dO_MJniQcwpbSzEP-cqJw6G0IX7iU3PJ9AbcyQy2MBLJ1w5MkWiE0Q/s1600/IMG_0793.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482739073055534770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnb824s-X8F4d70i8D_PsDBwlUJisbTNQiu9r-kCO_AoylnNRaZDERqUP4XzSHlXMaXGzmGWirARFS7JZ5dO_MJniQcwpbSzEP-cqJw6G0IX7iU3PJ9AbcyQy2MBLJ1w5MkWiE0Q/s400/IMG_0793.jpg" /></a><br />The coolest building I've ever seen in the United States of America!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8SIDUJQb8He5Vf5oNbemdoehAecbLn2jPLyGeiDgBRHgKH3v3Y5jtaqUdCYhoEcr7GlFNG3sjAQam-EZOExBI5qbLoXY_bjRtZxb8MPFI1J_hRSJFEEBns0fx31aqZ8Yf-YKKg/s1600/IMG_0799.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482738114944943474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8SIDUJQb8He5Vf5oNbemdoehAecbLn2jPLyGeiDgBRHgKH3v3Y5jtaqUdCYhoEcr7GlFNG3sjAQam-EZOExBI5qbLoXY_bjRtZxb8MPFI1J_hRSJFEEBns0fx31aqZ8Yf-YKKg/s400/IMG_0799.jpg" /></a><br />Speaks for itself!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKo2vL63FkY6KJ5LL4_7gOAiqVC0ODVwv6Gaxr08vsx1oIp488S9W_wZWoIe-uwPIeeiq5ZWKNlmvXIPK-gnebGgL1PfpYh-4xCJDbX6ExvRHTJQZW9J_Woys975EAqYQbd8KKw/s1600/IMG_0747.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482735791702416546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKo2vL63FkY6KJ5LL4_7gOAiqVC0ODVwv6Gaxr08vsx1oIp488S9W_wZWoIe-uwPIeeiq5ZWKNlmvXIPK-gnebGgL1PfpYh-4xCJDbX6ExvRHTJQZW9J_Woys975EAqYQbd8KKw/s400/IMG_0747.jpg" /></a><br />I like things from every angle.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnBGUMZRZHdpL4z6M4VtN-y4z1V0Sew0TkZiDgm9-P-ZpAg-e3eCBXJMsv0Jx6zMoxz89JX9yIiq0CnTc2Zdiu3bv5ws5TB421U1qGWtSLZH_Tt4GGvCkJ6JQMdAno5OeKePzmw/s1600/IMG_0761.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482400026865125650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnBGUMZRZHdpL4z6M4VtN-y4z1V0Sew0TkZiDgm9-P-ZpAg-e3eCBXJMsv0Jx6zMoxz89JX9yIiq0CnTc2Zdiu3bv5ws5TB421U1qGWtSLZH_Tt4GGvCkJ6JQMdAno5OeKePzmw/s400/IMG_0761.jpg" /></a><br />We're walking, we're walking!</div><div></div><div>And now I am off for ten days to visit and babysit my grandbabies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-51739875725755834422010-06-26T14:24:00.000-07:002010-06-26T14:30:12.571-07:00Tired of looking at thisI have been attempting to post about our trip in May to DC. It took way too long to post the pictures correctly and am now having writers block.<br /><br />SOON. If anyone is still interested.luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-60259138762025510912010-04-01T15:33:00.000-07:002010-04-01T15:43:04.146-07:00News<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I'M PREGNANT!!!!!</strong></span><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">April fool's</span><span style="color:#cc9933;">!</span><span style="color:#99ffff;">:</span><span style="color:#ffcc99;">-</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">D</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p> </p>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-43829008869067986322010-02-03T12:18:00.000-08:002010-02-03T12:19:36.370-08:00I had no idea that blogger would punish you for not posting for 90 days. I will be posting soon.luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-18203211074947875352010-01-06T12:31:00.000-08:002010-01-06T12:39:19.668-08:00Life is still good, war is still not.<span style="color:#cc6600;">This is poignant and truly amazing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">Kseniya Simonova, 24, draws a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II. Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch.The images, projected onto a large screen, moved many in the audience to tears, and she won the top prize of about £75,000. She begins by creating a scene showing a couple, sitting holding hands on a bench under a starry sky, but then warplanes appear, and the happy scene is obliterated. It is replaced by a woman's face crying, but then a baby arrives, and the woman smiles again. Once again, war returns, and Miss Simonova throws the sand into chaos from which a young woman's face appears. She quickly becomes an old widow, her face wrinkled and sad, before the image turns into a monument to an Unknown Soldier. This outdoor scene becomes framed by a window as if the viewer is looking out on the monument from within a house. In the final scene, a mother and child appear inside, and a man standing outside, with his hands pressed against the glass, saying goodbye. The Great Patriotic War, as it is called in Ukraine, resulted in one in four of the population's being killed, with eight to 11 million deaths out of a population of 42 million. Kseniya Simonova says: "I find it difficult enough to create art using paper and pencils or paintbrushes, but using sand and fingers is beyond me. The art, especially when the war is used as the subject matter, even brings some audience members to tears. And, there's surely no bigger compliment." click on the link below -</span> <a title="http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=vOhf3OvRXKg" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=vOhf3OvRXKg</a>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-8405806928789274402009-11-03T14:30:00.000-08:002009-11-03T14:48:45.982-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">NO BAGS PLEASE<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;">An environmental television program was so shocking to me that I immediately changed the way I dealt with the plastic in my life. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Before seeing this program I had a huge collection of both paper and plastic bags. I had taken plastic bags to the recycle bins some stores provide. I had started to opt out of some plastic bags when my purchases were easily manageable, joking that I was ‘saving little plastic men’. Now I refuse all new plastic bags when I shop with the exception of the produce bags for small multiple items like green beans or bulk goods. I am reusing my collection of plastic and paper bags until they are unusable. They will then go to the recycle bin. When the collection is depleted I will sew up some bags or make some out of used newspaper. See how here: </span><a href="http://www.newspaperbagproject.com/"><span style="color:#000000;">Ro's Newspaper Bag Project</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br />I have also become more aware of how plastic goes into my garbage cans. I will rinse out a plastic milk carton and use it to collect all the different bits of plastic that I once tossed away without a thought; the strips that are torn off lunchmeat packages, used ziploc bags, used plastic wrap, or I might corral all the days plastic in a used ziploc or empty plastic peanut butter jar, I also try to use storage containers (I have been a huge ziploc bag fan for a long time) more for leftovers and such, you get the idea. I have also stopped using plastic straws and bottled water.<br /><br />When I refuse plastic bags now, I say, “I am trying to save our world one plastic bag at a time. Everyone can help in some small way. Perhaps the following facts from an environmental blog that I found will have you thinking twice about the plastic in your life.<br /></span><br /><a title="Permanent Link: Environmental Impact of Plastic Bags" href="http://www.natural-environment.com/blog/2008/01/10/environmental-impact-of-plastic-bags/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Environmental Impact of Plastic Bags</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><br />More and more people around the world are becoming aware of the environmental issues surrounding plastic bags. Considering their somewhat placid appearance, the impact of plastic bags on the environment can be devastating. Here are some facts about the environmental impact of plastic bags:<br /></span><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#000000;">Plastic bags cause over 100,000 sea turtle and other marine animal deaths every year when animals mistaken them for food<br />The manufacture of plastic bags add tons of carbon emissions into the air annually<br /></span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">In the UK, banning plastic bags would be the equivalent of taking 18,000 cars off the roads each year<br />Between 500 billion and 1 trillion plastic bags are used worldwide each year<br /></span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">Approximately 60 - 100 million barrels of oil are required to make the world’s plastic bags each year<br /></span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">Most plastic bags take over 400 years to biodegrade. Some figures indicate that plastic bags could take over 1000 years to break down. (I guess nobody will live long enough to find out!). This means not one plastic bag has ever naturally biodegraded.<br /></span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">China uses around 3 billion plastic bags each day!<br /></span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">In the UK, each person uses around 220 plastic bags each year<br />Around 500,000 plastic bags are collected during Clean Up Australia Day each year. Clean Up Australia Day is a nationwide initiative to get as many members of the public to get out and pick up litter from their local areas. Unfortunately, each year in Australia approximately 50 million plastic bags end up as litter.</span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#000000;">Fortunately, </span><a href="http://www.natural-environment.com/blog/2008/01/10/what-are-our-governments-are-doing-about-plastic-bags/"><span style="color:#000000;">some governments around the world</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> are taking the initiative to deal with the environmental impact of plastic bags by either banning plastic bags or discouraging their usage.</span></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Perhaps you have some ideas on how we can help the world's plastic bag and garbage problem.</span></strong> </p>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-79170678292100144992009-09-21T13:28:00.001-07:002009-09-26T12:43:55.524-07:00The Strong Life Test for Women<strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">My results:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Creator</span>/Leader</span></strong></span><br /><br />Not surprised by my results.luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-26544398712439352742009-09-14T13:57:00.000-07:002009-09-14T14:23:20.887-07:00IsolationVISITORS<br /><br />I was housecleaning my Email when I came across a thoughtful observation I had made to someone a while back. I have followed and admired this popular blogger for most of my blogging history. She certainly didn't need my advice, I was agreeing with hers when I posted the following parable.<br /><br />"If you want visitors you have to answer the door, invite them in and entertain them. Devoted fans dwindle fast when you stop opening your door."<br /><br />It has occurred to me that my blogging behavior is much like my life. I often don't answer my door (lots of good excuses, no good reason), seldom invite anyone in ( ) and therefor I don't have to worry about entertaining anyone.<br /><br />I have been avoiding blogging and pretty much my life. Just wanted you to know.luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-69015120378926631752009-06-26T11:51:00.000-07:002009-06-26T15:18:48.267-07:00Last Landscaping Chapter<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"> <strong>SHOW AND TELL</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">I enjoy seeing 'before and afters'. You've shown me yours, and now, I'm showing you mine.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">The process was fascinating and worth getting up at such an early hour (Early for me, since my usual bedtime is around four am). I didn't get up because the noise bothered me, but because I couldn't stand to miss something.</span> <div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">As you saw in the last post, the lawn was removed and the reusable rocks were gathered onto landscape fabric. Plants that would be replanted were put in pots.</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAwW848hOyfDSg9q5vIRzxyce_QQfWwu5L5WI8DdxBgDoHj7P1kTeXiinxPh8RX8LNwyqGcg5Rad6ALLUen4xDX2I7lreT5zeoZe4EsDs7cPqBW098TKdaSpfTF9aeY7cBXX4QA/s1600-h/IMG_0390.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351711855176366930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAwW848hOyfDSg9q5vIRzxyce_QQfWwu5L5WI8DdxBgDoHj7P1kTeXiinxPh8RX8LNwyqGcg5Rad6ALLUen4xDX2I7lreT5zeoZe4EsDs7cPqBW098TKdaSpfTF9aeY7cBXX4QA/s400/IMG_0390.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAwW848hOyfDSg9q5vIRzxyce_QQfWwu5L5WI8DdxBgDoHj7P1kTeXiinxPh8RX8LNwyqGcg5Rad6ALLUen4xDX2I7lreT5zeoZe4EsDs7cPqBW098TKdaSpfTF9aeY7cBXX4QA/s1600-h/IMG_0390.jpg"></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">My precious tree was pulled out. This I did not watch. The tree was a volunteer that I could see when I was at my kitchen sink. Birds loved it and it was sad to see them come back, sit on the fence and look quizzically in the direction of where the tree had been.</span> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Also, on the same note, I watched the lizard that lived in the rock wall in back frantically scurrying around after his home had been disassembled. Yesterday I woke up to a bird in our living room, later in the afternoon we caught a cricket inside the house, and last night we chased a tiny mouse, without catching it, all over the house. We believe all this is happening as a result of the destruction of their homes and of our doors having been opened so often the past two and a half weeks.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqA7kTIizmClodwfptbck5TeaKdUp_DwVzEMWHtbFF5FIRb0MS-ZwbnRlsIyl3rpDsdtevCTFjHoJ6XuR_5xSZs_m1V8GfjO5-ZY4mCYcUURrOr3CTVTw4x_-TEe_vtv4-5cC98w/s1600-h/IMG_0395.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351713100865678210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqA7kTIizmClodwfptbck5TeaKdUp_DwVzEMWHtbFF5FIRb0MS-ZwbnRlsIyl3rpDsdtevCTFjHoJ6XuR_5xSZs_m1V8GfjO5-ZY4mCYcUURrOr3CTVTw4x_-TEe_vtv4-5cC98w/s400/IMG_0395.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">And then the potty was delivered!</span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0809GPqeIe7YPaKRoNjZJ9TwnrxuM0w-TTG9g2TwY_XaQnlgnqf3mOOycvIEkcX39z5e4irugdSspIAa1Lg3LhRRqu5GdkrMphETcIVv1EIeGkWR5VMw8Yn0x8q6fCILn3rnb0g/s1600-h/IMG_0402.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351715600818449906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0809GPqeIe7YPaKRoNjZJ9TwnrxuM0w-TTG9g2TwY_XaQnlgnqf3mOOycvIEkcX39z5e4irugdSspIAa1Lg3LhRRqu5GdkrMphETcIVv1EIeGkWR5VMw8Yn0x8q6fCILn3rnb0g/s400/IMG_0402.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"> An area for the patio is graded and the foundation for a section of it is painstakingly built up.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoYiDsYelz9djDEoBggQfgVH2Or6AflJQPbHe4oyQdNZ2Ij-5AAAyFLlHCozvWsbZydNulGEWy1R3_Oac-eBriPckgCWOjtYG7PiHsq6FD_W6BllB-pAna4PIgWkjAlUmWTAo5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0404.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351718178110575714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoYiDsYelz9djDEoBggQfgVH2Or6AflJQPbHe4oyQdNZ2Ij-5AAAyFLlHCozvWsbZydNulGEWy1R3_Oac-eBriPckgCWOjtYG7PiHsq6FD_W6BllB-pAna4PIgWkjAlUmWTAo5Q/s400/IMG_0404.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">At the same time the rock retaining wall along the golf course is deconstructed, graded, landscape fabric laid and the rock wall reconstructed. It was a weeding nightmare without the fabric. Plus, gophers were having a party with the lizard th</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI7d5hfsJOfJQziQE80XS39TdrtCC8Sih7wHl8ZHF8UbLz__kiccSnMH7Sg2vLMw2xReX1aw9g9D2OaagLAznzBff7KEhvjohfcxzFqxGuZDm7IfMfGOtpIHtGVGe9Ji0D3yQMw/s1600-h/IMG_0411.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">ere.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI7d5hfsJOfJQziQE80XS39TdrtCC8Sih7wHl8ZHF8UbLz__kiccSnMH7Sg2vLMw2xReX1aw9g9D2OaagLAznzBff7KEhvjohfcxzFqxGuZDm7IfMfGOtpIHtGVGe9Ji0D3yQMw/s1600-h/IMG_0411.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351719124064310162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI7d5hfsJOfJQziQE80XS39TdrtCC8Sih7wHl8ZHF8UbLz__kiccSnMH7Sg2vLMw2xReX1aw9g9D2OaagLAznzBff7KEhvjohfcxzFqxGuZDm7IfMfGOtpIHtGVGe9Ji0D3yQMw/s400/IMG_0411.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">The pavers are laid making the porch wider and more usable. Monday a handyman is coming over to start work on putting a sliding patio door in where the window visible in the picture is. Then we will have better access to our more usable porch and new patio.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5x1cTI_0WZAJeAQqkvEvsbbFwseCFWqbOmKax3Q4Ca5ohMknIlZaS-qFBZCssTGsh-AApUtFr9P-McO6-5HHtktZcntdLcFgwO42JBvKG-QxCEE6FBVuO6b1Q8fs_xff0unmXw/s1600-h/IMG_0422.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351721161099153506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5x1cTI_0WZAJeAQqkvEvsbbFwseCFWqbOmKax3Q4Ca5ohMknIlZaS-qFBZCssTGsh-AApUtFr9P-McO6-5HHtktZcntdLcFgwO42JBvKG-QxCEE6FBVuO6b1Q8fs_xff0unmXw/s400/IMG_0422.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">The dry creek bed is shaped. The boulders are carefully maneuvered into place with difficulty and my guidance. Then it is filled in with river rocks. I spent some time after the workers left and on the weekends rearranging rocks so they look more natural and will continue to do so.</span> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7L_C3VdefUx_z8RSDxtaxjB6QNIZENscU9dUEx8hepwFv0YsWVO062ERG-uVg_7aoFj2jHvA9ypXQ6u3vrroCLY-mM-rnX__bH_fkLxIfLav6R5FeIxLajAReHmM4V_OX51D8iw/s1600-h/IMG_0428.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351722325027531490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7L_C3VdefUx_z8RSDxtaxjB6QNIZENscU9dUEx8hepwFv0YsWVO062ERG-uVg_7aoFj2jHvA9ypXQ6u3vrroCLY-mM-rnX__bH_fkLxIfLav6R5FeIxLajAReHmM4V_OX51D8iw/s400/IMG_0428.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">A Red Sunset Maple and a small broom are planted.</span> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgp8ScearyaKiZTVqdIJwNRuoMm6QL7GXQt9btbdHxf4WkiIagd2F8Zi-UOQPZC1eoDRh_Wb8iDt2GyINCmOTSlhBJP0QB6VYxQjAF9m_DrIeHPNWEYVZwhY9fHkxx2gRNcDE21w/s1600-h/IMG_0451.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351724378590260914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgp8ScearyaKiZTVqdIJwNRuoMm6QL7GXQt9btbdHxf4WkiIagd2F8Zi-UOQPZC1eoDRh_Wb8iDt2GyINCmOTSlhBJP0QB6VYxQjAF9m_DrIeHPNWEYVZwhY9fHkxx2gRNcDE21w/s400/IMG_0451.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgp8ScearyaKiZTVqdIJwNRuoMm6QL7GXQt9btbdHxf4WkiIagd2F8Zi-UOQPZC1eoDRh_Wb8iDt2GyINCmOTSlhBJP0QB6VYxQjAF9m_DrIeHPNWEYVZwhY9fHkxx2gRNcDE21w/s1600-h/IMG_0451.jpg"></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">A white, fragrant Lemoine lilac and yellow daylilies are planted beside a couple of dinasaur eggs.</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5VpoGdh3L29h3ROWkcbB9mgoSZMo_Phpk_uUEx5sqKLl4QQGwvjMLo46b2gmG_UI9R5BNsVPnFddSrmsX75_zKPswxB2O6e4StIvnYr18zBNEmsmVZzJ83rxS_qdtSFESyCl7w/s1600-h/IMG_0455.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351725898369205778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5VpoGdh3L29h3ROWkcbB9mgoSZMo_Phpk_uUEx5sqKLl4QQGwvjMLo46b2gmG_UI9R5BNsVPnFddSrmsX75_zKPswxB2O6e4StIvnYr18zBNEmsmVZzJ83rxS_qdtSFESyCl7w/s400/IMG_0455.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBAX_oU-NUdUE2DmjjEdUcaPBXAuGgfXeXKO5kPEyPgdLOvVeG24O-a-82D70R2sTs_AtB_V0nLdTxbzw64wa9rbcTMI2ISUXXINzbYbKBjJ8p8WbKi7a0jLUXr2sQgM5LqbvPg/s1600-h/IMG_0467.jpg"></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">The back is complete.</span></div><div><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351726820320355122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfSHOURaStAs8UZZ7UBE6MhgZ8rFiUPAQZmzps4PuuK1VrQnpC5daVn1RukiBnT_NZW3Z52YgNZKBNarUqRMe6AXUPlSN1_uRDJv97gsi5n0aDF_CFdoG2ccDrx9cmoJxMnsWh3Q/s400/IMG_0473.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Our lavender lilac is replanted to the opposite side of the porch to screen the porch and a mugo pine is planted to screen the neighbors utility boxes.</span> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XpPD7f86Z6yydnvdl3McylHj456Blgt4rU2byq_W6gX72_hsW0IxpzQBTXeVOvm12BYIGYEYiIaCG5iTckRXb-WhdfyBAyhgqUjGu0VUtd3aHzoeHqO9GLxJOSGiVa5ToZq93w/s1600-h/IMG_0459.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351728202184175714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XpPD7f86Z6yydnvdl3McylHj456Blgt4rU2byq_W6gX72_hsW0IxpzQBTXeVOvm12BYIGYEYiIaCG5iTckRXb-WhdfyBAyhgqUjGu0VUtd3aHzoeHqO9GLxJOSGiVa5ToZq93w/s400/IMG_0459.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxY7Ny0idjCHE5R6g1CzWK5hRFwobVzhlRzdT6k_qTXqHvKXNCtga8cFBtLu3reidGOBEcvH5T6IguYjfH_cuRHGmJN3l4EGGBCq7lDN4xCNhuR8LEGsthOIZeMH5NdxnEAWD_0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0469.jpg"></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Hostas are planted in the continually shaded area under the front entry because I</span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"> love them!</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDWNf3Gzh8Uk1rBWuwnQhlIwl2cmRQfF7nf1xGvyJROy-zmhoR2IDeGQOP3VqOQI09HkeZnLpI3kFO6w25IDON7zPdgFA7Xjsl1zrZBzSJeW37Ov9qLDFwStuq5-yxZvn-Fu8Zw/s1600-h/IMG_0461.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351729018326990322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDWNf3Gzh8Uk1rBWuwnQhlIwl2cmRQfF7nf1xGvyJROy-zmhoR2IDeGQOP3VqOQI09HkeZnLpI3kFO6w25IDON7zPdgFA7Xjsl1zrZBzSJeW37Ov9qLDFwStuq5-yxZvn-Fu8Zw/s400/IMG_0461.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDWNf3Gzh8Uk1rBWuwnQhlIwl2cmRQfF7nf1xGvyJROy-zmhoR2IDeGQOP3VqOQI09HkeZnLpI3kFO6w25IDON7zPdgFA7Xjsl1zrZBzSJeW37Ov9qLDFwStuq5-yxZvn-Fu8Zw/s1600-h/IMG_0461.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Hostas are planted in the continually shady area under the front entry because I love them.</span> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxY7Ny0idjCHE5R6g1CzWK5hRFwobVzhlRzdT6k_qTXqHvKXNCtga8cFBtLu3reidGOBEcvH5T6IguYjfH_cuRHGmJN3l4EGGBCq7lDN4xCNhuR8LEGsthOIZeMH5NdxnEAWD_0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0469.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351730775151518178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxY7Ny0idjCHE5R6g1CzWK5hRFwobVzhlRzdT6k_qTXqHvKXNCtga8cFBtLu3reidGOBEcvH5T6IguYjfH_cuRHGmJN3l4EGGBCq7lDN4xCNhuR8LEGsthOIZeMH5NdxnEAWD_0Q/s400/IMG_0469.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">A juniper and some lambs ears are added to the front plantings and then the small river rocks.</span> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">And then, TA DAH!!</span></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBAX_oU-NUdUE2DmjjEdUcaPBXAuGgfXeXKO5kPEyPgdLOvVeG24O-a-82D70R2sTs_AtB_V0nLdTxbzw64wa9rbcTMI2ISUXXINzbYbKBjJ8p8WbKi7a0jLUXr2sQgM5LqbvPg/s1600-h/IMG_0467.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351732130212016786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBAX_oU-NUdUE2DmjjEdUcaPBXAuGgfXeXKO5kPEyPgdLOvVeG24O-a-82D70R2sTs_AtB_V0nLdTxbzw64wa9rbcTMI2ISUXXINzbYbKBjJ8p8WbKi7a0jLUXr2sQgM5LqbvPg/s400/IMG_0467.jpg" /></a></div></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">The landscape project is completed. The landscapers think there should be more plants in the front. I have always been a rock freak and like the serenity of the expanse of all the rocks. I also, don't want to obscure the view or use more water. After all, we live in the desert.</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-2427885121973350652009-06-24T12:59:00.000-07:002009-06-24T13:46:11.213-07:00Landscaping Adventure<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzLqnMKoFEtXazgaqQZTy37709Syg6YQ0xseXOXm79EJjSgSek9T32S0sP3sButv4pEzCejeJsdOuBT-oS1eeyRH8z-XHIWH9Gi90dwPN-3-d3B95n9AjPhezjvoIA-U4go2m94w/s1600-h/IMG_0392.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350998168760533330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzLqnMKoFEtXazgaqQZTy37709Syg6YQ0xseXOXm79EJjSgSek9T32S0sP3sButv4pEzCejeJsdOuBT-oS1eeyRH8z-XHIWH9Gi90dwPN-3-d3B95n9AjPhezjvoIA-U4go2m94w/s400/IMG_0392.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT4HDmQa6-6xMZBlOVN75rD6K6_NhQBGt1Ro8fRK4xM5njk8sqqaPhO7Fsmz0yscnfXTlZtFEtexdtikfztfpiIppvkji1tkhrCmPoH3CI2nT_P5ufTnIm8nuW2sg1RPqu3Al9eA/s1600-h/IMG_0391.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350990734632512962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT4HDmQa6-6xMZBlOVN75rD6K6_NhQBGt1Ro8fRK4xM5njk8sqqaPhO7Fsmz0yscnfXTlZtFEtexdtikfztfpiIppvkji1tkhrCmPoH3CI2nT_P5ufTnIm8nuW2sg1RPqu3Al9eA/s400/IMG_0391.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>WORK BEGINS</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-69386312906237995862009-06-10T09:56:00.000-07:002009-06-11T10:41:16.798-07:00Xeriscaping our yard<span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">THIS COULD BE THE START OF SOMETHING BIG</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(In a small space, anyway!)</span><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763445638943794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilM8OH9cAQ0XQstNls4jjfOVorRXrVISF996nskX_fMuSmyNeu2KjPOXI6c9-b4NBpai96vm7R_7LetU6WtodlW2FHxzQ3eN0ylNV2XNQZxN0DK_XuRFDTiWpGWeD9KJo7YX-hpA/s400/IMG_0368.jpg" /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">It isn't easily discernible, but, the front yard is peppered with piles of dirt created by gophers as they tunneled their way under our lawn.</span><span style="color:#cc9933;"> The lawn is that lovely shade of yellow because our sprinkler system has been messed up since fall. </span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345762180040136354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxoulwvp8JgHog-vS1HnbKd0w8t14SUZJguahuETJS_XDG2DtmNOjmolSL1FO1KZyCanQ2KkFGkAvhvPB33wlhwRIwuZp3bgHM3FjstRkt4kqhz2OhYjQVBG5Fhzi3ZlwRgrqsA/s400/IMG_0360.jpg" /><span style="color:#006600;">The weeds are a result of......well.....neglect.....pure, lazy and shameful neglect. Why are most of them so green and healthy?</span> </p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345761590297899634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOeq5xtJOX2e31zoticVEGrJGdTLCMZo7Q6fKCFZ9AvVwax0H-FUMMtRuFlKLl4VXoUEwN_z4tXCQJ47EXAN0U8uNRge0DhWuuTOuvDoi_CjemKjTMVwCcolHJ1ZX6Gvn8W1VPA/s400/IMG_0366.jpg" /><span style="color:#999999;">This is our porch, which we never use because there is no direct access to it. It is really the only area of our yard where we can create a pleasant, private area to use. We seldom sit on the front porch which is on the north side, and in 4 and a half years we have sat on the tiny back patio maybe twice. The patio is on the golf course and also the south side. So, even if we were willing to dodge the golf balls, the sun makes it uncomfortable to use. So, we hope to address it all with pavers and xeriscaping. </span></p><p><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">I created several plans. I obsessed. We visited several landscapers. I obsessed. When we recovered from the bids we were given, we selected one. I obsessed. I am still obsessing. So many decisions. I obsess over every single one, then worry I may have made the wrong decision. At the same time I am chanting that it is all going to work out perfectly. I'm talking dogs and new tricks here now.</span> </span></p><p><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Work began quite unexpectantly Monday. I will explain and post pictures soon.</span> </span></p>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37666953.post-85101225016635536262009-05-10T16:55:00.000-07:002009-05-10T17:55:37.762-07:00Bawling My Eyes Out<span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>Sent to me by my son on Mother's Day</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HQgbVt-GyI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HQgbVt-GyI</a><span style="color:#009900;"><br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"></span>luckyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.com1