<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 20:49:09 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Vintage Primitives</title><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. - Laura Ingalls Wilder &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-7695819881943652096</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 10:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T05:36:54.197-05:00</atom:updated><title>It's Shocking to Think of - Really!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SwPOOWztT1I/AAAAAAAAB3o/Oc4zdEUraCc/s1600/designer-handbags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SwPOOWztT1I/AAAAAAAAB3o/Oc4zdEUraCc/s320/designer-handbags.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I received this as a forward.&amp;nbsp; I am not even going to try to snopes it.&amp;nbsp; It just makes so much sense and is shocking when I think of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you  ever noticed girls who set their handbags on public toilet  floors, then go&lt;br /&gt;directly to their dining tables and set it on  the&lt;br /&gt;table?&lt;br /&gt;Happens a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's not always the  'restaurant food' that causes stomach distress. Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;'what  you don't know&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;hurt you'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read  on.............&lt;br /&gt;Mom got so upset when guests&lt;br /&gt;came in the  door and plopped their handbags down on the counter where she  was cooking or setting up food. She always said that handbags  are really dirty, because of where they have  been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something just about every woman carries  with them. While we may know what's inside our handbags, do you  have any idea what's on the outside?&lt;br /&gt;Women carry handbags  everywhere; from the office to public toilets to the floor of  the car. Most women won't be caught without their handbags, but  did you ever stop to think about where your handbag goes during  the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I drive a school bus, so my handbag has been  on the floor of the bus a lot,' says one woman. 'On the floor  of my car, and in toilets.'&lt;br /&gt;'I put my handbag in grocery  shopping carts and on the floor of the toilet,' says another  woman 'and of course in my home which should be clean.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to  find out if handbags&lt;br /&gt;harbour a lot of bacteria. We learned how  to test them at Nelson Laboratories in Salt Lake , and then we  set out to test the average woman's handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women  told us they didn't stop to think about what was on the bottom  of their handbag. Most said at home they usually set their  handbags on top of kitchen tables and counters where food is  prepared. Most of the ladies we talked to told us  they wouldn't be surprised if their handbags were at least a  little bit dirty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out handbags  are so surprisingly dirty, even the microbiologist who tested  them was shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microbiologist Amy Karen of  Nelson Labs says nearly all of the handbags tested were not  only high in bacteria, but high in harmful kinds of bacteria.  Pseudomonas can cause eye infections, staphylococcus aurous can  cause serious skin infections, and salmonella and e-coli found  on the handbags could make people very sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one  sampling, four out of five handbags tested positive for  salmonella, and that's not the worst of it. 'There is faecal  contamination on the handbags' says Amy. Leather or  vinyl handbags tended to be cleaner than cloth handbags, and  lifestyle seemed to play a role.... People with kids tended to  have dirtier handbags than those without, with one  exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handbag of one single woman who  frequented nightclubs had one of the worst contaminations of  all. 'Some type of faeces, or possibly vomit'  says Amy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of this  story is that your handbag won't kill you, but it does have the  potential to make you very sick if you keep it on places where  you eat. Use hooks to hang your handbag at home and in toilets,  and don't put it on your desk, a restaurant table, or on your  kitchen countertop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts say you should  think of your handbag the same way you would a pair of shoes.  'If you think about putting a pair of shoes on your  countertops, that's the same thing you're doing when you put  your handbag on the countertops.'&lt;br /&gt;Your handbag has gone  where individuals before you have walked, sat, sneezed,  coughed, spat, urinated, emptied bowels,&lt;br /&gt;etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you  really want to bring that home with you? The  microbiologists at Nelson also said cleaning a handbag will  help. Wash cloth handbags and use leather cleaner to clean  the&lt;br /&gt;bottom of leather handbags.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-7695819881943652096?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-shocking-to-think-of-really.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SwPOOWztT1I/AAAAAAAAB3o/Oc4zdEUraCc/s72-c/designer-handbags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-3514326438845073062</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T10:44:27.449-05:00</atom:updated><title>November: Kick off time for celebration seasons</title><description>Hello Folksies!&lt;br /&gt;It's Veteran's Day!&amp;nbsp; Hope that everyone who reads this remembers to wave a flag and thank a Veteran for their loving service to our great nation.&amp;nbsp; God Bless America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrXXhrkbvI/AAAAAAAAB2w/FZ-9RyY4-E8/s1600-h/VeteransDayImage7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrXXhrkbvI/AAAAAAAAB2w/FZ-9RyY4-E8/s320/VeteransDayImage7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrRpkYyZ-I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/RmXkjo0MI0k/s1600-h/1meandjason09%27aaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;November always heralds the kick off for Christmas.  Ever notice that in the past few years you are hearing Christmas songs on the tv before Halloween?  Good grief. As if I don't have enough stress already!  Look at it from my point of view.  For the next few months it is non stop celebrating.  It begins with Mr. Luscious and his birthday. &lt;br /&gt;Then a few days later comes my dear sweet Mommy's birthday: Here they are last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvK4H1oH73I/AAAAAAAAB1w/apVX2HV2PkE/s1600-h/TG08+014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400581347964612466" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvK4H1oH73I/AAAAAAAAB1w/apVX2HV2PkE/s320/TG08+014.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Mom spent most of it very ill for months on end.  This year she is doing much better and we are planning an all out big celebration of good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes my oldest one's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvK5DT9PoBI/AAAAAAAAB14/1IgUkC61_Wo/s1600-h/amber+and+paul+rehearsal+dinner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400582369718542354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvK5DT9PoBI/AAAAAAAAB14/1IgUkC61_Wo/s320/amber+and+paul+rehearsal+dinner.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he is a newlywed, I am certain his birthday will be extra special in the celebrating department this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes my birthday.  Oh yeah, we won't mention the candles on my cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvK5cG-wzZI/AAAAAAAAB2A/L4vFGwpJB-4/s1600-h/minnesota+045a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400582795731979666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvK5cG-wzZI/AAAAAAAAB2A/L4vFGwpJB-4/s320/minnesota+045a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following closely on that day is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvK6AAum-7I/AAAAAAAAB2I/PKcOWkJD8bQ/s1600-h/Nativity_8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400583412528905138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvK6AAum-7I/AAAAAAAAB2I/PKcOWkJD8bQ/s320/Nativity_8.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 235px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then right after that is my wonderful SIL's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrRpkYyZ-I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/RmXkjo0MI0k/s1600-h/1meandjason09%27aaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrRpkYyZ-I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/RmXkjo0MI0k/s320/1meandjason09%27aaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then shortly after that is Baby Girl's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrSjnbk7UI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/WO6sbUB0sH4/s1600-h/7524_169542641472_599651472_2582067_8003762_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrSjnbk7UI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/WO6sbUB0sH4/s320/7524_169542641472_599651472_2582067_8003762_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How can anyone not want to celebrate my Daddy's birthday! He's my own personal hero.&amp;nbsp; WWII would have not been won had it not been for my dear daddy! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrWo68kZPI/AAAAAAAAB2o/QH7cLj96pDc/s1600-h/POP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrWo68kZPI/AAAAAAAAB2o/QH7cLj96pDc/s320/POP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flurry of birthday celebrations end with Middle Son's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrTQaFPTWI/AAAAAAAAB2g/S_rsjl0tvHI/s1600-h/Coon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrTQaFPTWI/AAAAAAAAB2g/S_rsjl0tvHI/s320/Coon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once we get done with all that partying, it is a quiet few months.&amp;nbsp; But my clan always looks for a reason to party.&amp;nbsp; After all, everyday is someone's birthday.&amp;nbsp; Yep, we like having un birthday parties round here!&amp;nbsp; Pick out a date, bake a cake, make a pot of food and it's a party here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-3514326438845073062?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-kick-off-time-for-celebration.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SvrXXhrkbvI/AAAAAAAAB2w/FZ-9RyY4-E8/s72-c/VeteransDayImage7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-7983910096389967937</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 15:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T13:50:02.868-04:00</atom:updated><title>What's in a name?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SucVlSjVejI/AAAAAAAAB04/gdSaDYCIyWs/s1600-h/shakespeare1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SucVlSjVejI/AAAAAAAAB04/gdSaDYCIyWs/s320/shakespeare1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397306408806218290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that Shakespeare said that a rose by any other name would still smell sweet.  The Word of God tells us that : A good name is more desirable than great riches; to be esteemed is better than silver or gold. (proverbs 22:1)&lt;br /&gt;Well sir, I was raised to keep my name good and clean.  It was always the parting words of my parents - remember to keep your name clean.  I guess back then it meant all sorts of different things.  I mean, we all know folks who have a "name".  There was that girl in junior high who got in "trouble".   Her name became Mud.&lt;br /&gt;And that fellow in high school who accidentally on purpose put sugar in the principal's gas tank.  His name became Delinquent and was soon given a number instead of a name by the State D.O.C.&lt;br /&gt;We are given our name by our parents and I don't know very many folks who would have chosen their own name to be what was given them.  Take me for example.  My birthname is Beverly.  Kinda rolls off the tongue okay, I reckon. Never heard a song about a Beverly.  It doesn't rhyme with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sucuyvpn1jI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/s0cZWF6CcTY/s1600-h/name_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sucuyvpn1jI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/s0cZWF6CcTY/s320/name_cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397334127746209330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear favorite uncle nicknamed me Blondie when I was a little gal in pig tails.  He would holler out HEY BLONDIE! just like Dagwood did on the radio and tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sucr7df6IOI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/xvzZh7gKp7w/s1600-h/blondie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sucr7df6IOI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/xvzZh7gKp7w/s320/blondie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397330978957566178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more of a Blondie than a Beverly.  Why in the world did my folks decide that I would be a Beverly.  I was named after my Mother's baby sister, who died at 14 years old, while in her sleep from rheumatic fever.   It wasn't too many years later that I came along and the folks decided to show honor to her.  When I was a little one and was told that I was named after a little girl that died, well, you know me and my great imagination.  I was afraid to sleep for years!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to readers: if you name your child after a dead relation, make sure they lived a long life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SucpxBkFXgI/AAAAAAAAB1I/SYRiD5_6hcE/s1600-h/baby-name-odhdflickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SucpxBkFXgI/AAAAAAAAB1I/SYRiD5_6hcE/s320/baby-name-odhdflickr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397328600636939778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are talking about kids and names, I will state here that I named all my children after my heros in the Bible.  I have a Paul, Joshua and a Sarah.  I think their names suit them.  I was so caught up when I had Joshua, that I named him Joshua Isaac David.  If I could've fit a Solomon in there, I would've.  His name goes before him as a testimony of sorts and it's a pretty stiff name to live up to.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of living up to names - when you hear certain names, you know exactly who and what they are.&lt;br /&gt;Hitler, Bundy, Dahmer, Gacey, anathemas all .  Then there are the folks in town - every small town has them. In all honesty, big towns have them as well, you just don't realize they may be your neighbor.  I am not speaking of serial killers or criminals here. These are the ones that your parents and grandparents warned you about:&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna wind up like those good for nuthin' Joneses.  Why, they never knew how to hit a lick at a snake.  In fact, I don't think they know how to find their backside with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;These folks were the scourge.  Everyone single one them was a born bad seed.  You know how that Muckenfuss clan is.  They were born to make a fuss.  Some folks just live up to their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sucpq1IRHCI/AAAAAAAAB1A/fZHEV8hEe1E/s1600-h/enames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sucpq1IRHCI/AAAAAAAAB1A/fZHEV8hEe1E/s320/enames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397328494219828258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's in a name?  The only thing I really care about is that my name is written in the Lambs Book of Life.&lt;br /&gt;(Revelation     21:27)  That regardless of what my name is here on this planet, how many ways folks can mispronounce names, change their name, misspell names, my name will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above post is for Sarah.  She always bugs the snot out of me with the most inane questions, like, why did you name me Sarah?  I hope I have explained this thoroughly enough for you.  My brain has a tendency to do random things like get caught up on one thought and then chasing another one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks also to&lt;a href="http://sayrahterry.blogspot.com/"&gt;  Sarah&lt;/a&gt;  for another award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SucxzdgFeHI/AAAAAAAAB1g/7n8iPZpRQbw/s1600-h/honest_scrap_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SucxzdgFeHI/AAAAAAAAB1g/7n8iPZpRQbw/s320/honest_scrap_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397337438589122674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm supposed to post 7 honest things.  I think I just did.  I mean, my even remembering the last name Muckenfuss should count for at least 3 of those.  Everything else comes from the scrap pile of my mind.  Yep.  I think I could count that pile above as about 7 things you can figure out about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-7983910096389967937?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-in-name.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SucVlSjVejI/AAAAAAAAB04/gdSaDYCIyWs/s72-c/shakespeare1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-2150317072082501747</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T12:40:49.028-04:00</atom:updated><title>I'm impressed</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/StMod42Eb8I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/MFMK817ciqY/s1600-h/KreativBloggerAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/StMod42Eb8I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/MFMK817ciqY/s320/KreativBloggerAward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391697672833101762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own honeychile daughter gave me this blogging award.  I guess it's because I'm her Mom. Certainly not because I have been especially creative in my blogging recently.  Sorry to have been so busy with other things lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to tell 7 things that you don't know about me?  Good grief, that would take forever to figure out.  I will attempt it here:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have a degree in English from the University of South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;2.  I learned to speed read years ago.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love to read true crime stories&lt;br /&gt;4.  I always put a bit of coffee in my spaghetti sauce to "age" it.  (hehehe, for you primmers out there, you will  appreciate that one.)&lt;br /&gt;5.  I always have more than one crafting project going on at the same time&lt;br /&gt;6.  Fall is my favorite season&lt;br /&gt;7.  I hate housework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I am supposed to pass this one to 7 blogging friends and they are to post this award to their site.&lt;br /&gt;I will get the mail out to you as soon as I figure out who to send this one to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-2150317072082501747?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-impressed.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/StMod42Eb8I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/MFMK817ciqY/s72-c/KreativBloggerAward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-4010170003769014791</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 11:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T07:21:53.788-04:00</atom:updated><title>Welcome Fall</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SsXiR1UD03I/AAAAAAAABz4/Om66U6dfiNI/s1600-h/autumn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SsXiR1UD03I/AAAAAAAABz4/Om66U6dfiNI/s320/autumn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387961325215535986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it October 2 already.  I am having a hard time keeping up with time in general!&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the days flying off to?  And why can't I catch up to them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings and evenings have taken to being chilly.  The leaves will soon begin their&lt;br /&gt;colorful display before they fall to the ground.  I love Fall.  It has always been my favorite&lt;br /&gt;season.  I like the other seasons fine. Well, I don't really enjoy the frigid weather of deep winter,&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy spring and the promise of fresh flowers, the scent of freshly mowed grass, the feel of&lt;br /&gt;the dirt in my hands in planning and planting for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Fall.  Harvest time.  The smell of woodstoves burning the chill off is a comfort to me.&lt;br /&gt;I like bonfires, sweater weather and high school football games on Friday nights.&lt;br /&gt;I like hot chocolate, airing out the handmade quilts to snuggle under.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy watching the squirrels scurrying around gathering their food for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;I notice the birds at my feeder are even more attentive, fattening themselves up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-4010170003769014791?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-fall.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SsXiR1UD03I/AAAAAAAABz4/Om66U6dfiNI/s72-c/autumn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-3194941057912848627</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T19:33:37.215-04:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Anniversary, Baby Girl</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SsPpsE8O75I/AAAAAAAABzo/qJJ_yh-zIEs/s1600-h/1meanandjasoneveything11a11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SsPpsE8O75I/AAAAAAAABzo/qJJ_yh-zIEs/s320/1meanandjasoneveything11a11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387406522715139986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, talk about something good happening.  Today has been the anniversary of my baby girl, Sarah and her own quiet man, Jason.  I told her I would blog about it and put Dannys Song on.  Now, don't go getting excited folksies.  She ain't pregnant with a son.  She isn't even pregnant at this time.  (y'all will be the first to know after me!) But she is devoted to this sweet love song; especially the line that goes "Even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with you honey" .    I feel that one with you, Sayrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we all love our kids to pieces, even though they can drive us to distraction.  Sarah is my own personal little ray of sunshine.  I like to think that she has brightened the last three years for her hubs.  I would like to thank him every day for keeping her happy, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind.  Yep, it sure is.  When they were just starting to date, Sarah got sick as the proverbial dog.  I think she had the sixth disease or something like that.  Seriously.  She was really really sick.  She looked as bad as she felt.  That didn't stop our boy Jason from wanting to be next to her.  Thankfully, he didn't catch what she had but I knew then that any guy that thinks a woman looking at her absolute worst looked good - well, that gave him some points in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy anniversary, baby.  Got you on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-3194941057912848627?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-anniversary-baby-girl.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SsPpsE8O75I/AAAAAAAABzo/qJJ_yh-zIEs/s72-c/1meanandjasoneveything11a11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-6834188093621040825</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T13:03:22.849-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sq0lUegrHPI/AAAAAAAABzg/TwtiqPIRW5A/s1600-h/msDGnGNICYGIbMg-250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sq0lUegrHPI/AAAAAAAABzg/TwtiqPIRW5A/s320/msDGnGNICYGIbMg-250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380998163495329010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I received this email today: I don't get political too often but this just makes my blood boil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After receiving over &lt;a href="http://humantrafficking.change.org/actions/view/tell_the_department_of_labor_to_release_its_list_of_goods_tainted_by_slave_labor"&gt;5,400 letters&lt;/a&gt; from Change.org community members, the Department of Labor released their long-awaited report on goods produced by child labor and forced labor today.  Thank you all for urging DOL to release this important tool for consumers!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This list was mandated by anti-trafficking legislation back in 2005, but the Bush administration dragged their feet for years. Now, thanks to your voices and the hard work of NGOs like &lt;a href="http://www.polarisproject.org/"&gt;Polaris Project&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.laborrights.org/"&gt;International Labor Rights Forum&lt;/a&gt;, it's finally here. This list is a &lt;em&gt;huge &lt;/em&gt;boon for consumers who want to choose slave-free products. With this list, we as consumers can finally hold companies and countries accountable for the slavery they use in making the goods we buy, and we can decisively take action to prevent slavery in the production of consumer goods. Today, we as consumers are &lt;strong&gt;more powerful to end slavery than ever before&lt;/strong&gt;.  And you, through Change.org, helped make that happen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The report tops out at a daunting 194 pages, and can be read in it's entirety &lt;a href="http://www.dol.gov/ilab/programs/ocft/PDF/2009TVPRA.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But let's face it --  no one wants to read 194 page government report, no matter how useful it may be. So here are some of the highlights I've found in my initial read-through:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most common goods which have significant incidence of forced and/or child labor are cotton, sugarcane, tobacco, coffee, rice, and cocoa in agriculture; bricks, garments, carpets, and footwear in manufacturing; and gold and coal in mined or quarried goods.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;122 goods in 58 countries are produced with a significant incidence of forced labor, child labor, or both.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More goods were found to be made with child labor than forced labor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;There's a long, detailed list that's a little blandly formatted, but it indicates whether goods in a certain country are made with child labor, forced labor, or both. It's important to keep in mind this doesn't mean &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;goods from that sector in that country were produced with exploitation. Here are some of the worst offenders for forced labor or slavery specifically:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bolivia: nuts, cattle, corn, and sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burma: bamboo, beans, bricks, jade, nuts, rice rubber, rubies, sesame, shrimp, sugarcane, sunflowers, and teak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;China: artificial flowers, bricks, Christmas decorations, coal, cotton, electronics, garments, footwear, fireworks, nails, and toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;India: bricks, carpets, cottonseed, textiles, and garments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nepal: bricks, carpets, textiles, and stones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;North Korea: bricks, cement, coal, gold, iron, and textiles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pakistan: bricks, carpet, coal, cotton, sugar, and wheat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm sure in the coming weeks and months there will be additional levels of analysis of the data the DOL has collected.  For example, I would be extremely interested in the most natural next step -- finding out what companies source problem products from problem countries and ship them to the U.S.  I'd also be interested in seeing the breakdown for services, which is not included in this report.  Hopefully, we can look forward to that level of analysis coming soon.  And if not, I might just go ahead and do it myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the meantime, this report gives consumers a lot to keep in mind as they try and shop responsibly.  I know I'll be checking to see if my Christmas decorations were made in China a little more closely this year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;While it is wonderful to have the proof in writing that this has been going on, what I really want to know is WHY ARE WE STILL DOING BUSINESS WITH THESE COUNTRIES?!  Wake up America.  Let your elected officials know that this is unacceptable, immoral and totally against our American heritage of liberty.  After all, do all these things NEED to be imported?  Can't we manufacture these items here and thereby stimulate the economy?  I guess I just don't understand importance of having no middle class in America any longer.  Perhaps we are destined to be a third world nation ourself. C'mon, get real!  Write and call your elected officials and let your voice be heard about slave labor, child labor, American made products, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-6834188093621040825?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-received-this-email-today-after.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sq0lUegrHPI/AAAAAAAABzg/TwtiqPIRW5A/s72-c/msDGnGNICYGIbMg-250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-9030382939617971491</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 10:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T06:42:15.450-04:00</atom:updated><title>Never Forget , Always Honor</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SqopZgFrdKI/AAAAAAAABzQ/9yzksad1z7g/s1600-h/9-11-01candlesimplelarge1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SqopZgFrdKI/AAAAAAAABzQ/9yzksad1z7g/s320/9-11-01candlesimplelarge1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380158222934701218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-9030382939617971491?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-forget-always-honor.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SqopZgFrdKI/AAAAAAAABzQ/9yzksad1z7g/s72-c/9-11-01candlesimplelarge1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-2217100252399430025</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 14:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T10:28:55.089-04:00</atom:updated><title>Biggest Bestest Chocolate Chip Recipe ~ I promise!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SpvcEMM5eDI/AAAAAAAABy4/5EdZOGr-6R8/s1600-h/cookie+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SpvcEMM5eDI/AAAAAAAABy4/5EdZOGr-6R8/s320/cookie+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132544749729842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold the presses!  Shout it out LOUD!  I have found the perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe!  Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;I was wanting to make some soft cookies.  Googling resulted in this recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yxmmh6"&gt; Best Big Fat Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My former Mother in Law was a great cook.  Whenever I would ask her for a recipe, she would write it out for me and leave certain ingredients out - I finally figured out on purpose.  When I asked her why mine meal didn't taste like hers, she would giggle and say, "w-e-e-l-l-l-l-l, I probably left out the this or that."  Why?  Like, was she a top secret chef?  You betcha I won't do that to anyone.  That is why I HAD to share my newest joy of cooking with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are so absolutely easy to do; and the wonderful thing is this: it doesn't make you jump through hoops and have lots of ingredients.  Elizabeth, whoever and wherever you are, I sit at your feet and beg for more.  More yummy recipes that you have perfected for those of us who have an insatiable sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now folksies, this is THE ONE.  Go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-2217100252399430025?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/08/biggest-bestest-chocolate-chip-recipe-i.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SpvcEMM5eDI/AAAAAAAABy4/5EdZOGr-6R8/s72-c/cookie+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-4128428844232526189</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T13:00:42.411-04:00</atom:updated><title>It's a done deal</title><description>Back home from the Big City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowMSFQ5MbI/AAAAAAAABwk/QmhkJ3sImSE/s1600-h/CITYminnesota+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowMSFQ5MbI/AAAAAAAABwk/QmhkJ3sImSE/s320/CITYminnesota+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371681960336372146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have recently just returned from a week long journey to Minneapolis, or the North Country as we are calling it.  My oldest son, Paul, got married on Friday, August 14th to a lovely, lovely girl, Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove for various reasons, Luscious and I, along with my other two adult children, Joshua and Sarah.  What a long drive!  Just under 1300 miles in two days to get there and then the two day trip back.  My back shall never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowIVhHEi6I/AAAAAAAABv8/YX5q4pT2KuA/s1600-h/1minnesota+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowIVhHEi6I/AAAAAAAABv8/YX5q4pT2KuA/s320/1minnesota+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677621304462242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to enjoy the countryside of states that we have never been to before. At least what one can enjoy from an interstate!  We passed through Virginia, West Virginia, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin and finally into Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite impressed with the corn and soybean fields in Indiana and Illinois.  Oh and yes, Ohio had quite a few as well.  Made us proud of our farmers.  That's some serious farming!  I would imagine that the combines are larger than my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived in Minneapolis, I was excited to meet a few online friends in person.  I surprised Roseann of &lt;a href="http://rosebudscottage.typepad.com/"&gt;Rosebud's Cottage&lt;/a&gt; with a visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowJDl7d_aI/AAAAAAAABwE/x26vB5QsE1I/s1600-h/1minnesota+053a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowJDl7d_aI/AAAAAAAABwE/x26vB5QsE1I/s320/1minnesota+053a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371678412871957922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roseann was in the throes of a state-wide shop hop that was ending last week.  Any of y'all that are anywhere in the vicinity of Minneapolis/St Paul, make sure you head on over to her shop.  It is a delightful blend of folk artsy heaven.  She is such a knowledgeable quilter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowKbqGaZ1I/AAAAAAAABwU/Nfae8-CYjvo/s1600-h/minnesota+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowKbqGaZ1I/AAAAAAAABwU/Nfae8-CYjvo/s320/minnesota+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371679925820090194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in sensory overload, wanting not only  to ooh and aah over every nook and cranny there, but to feel the fabric.  Heaven couldn't be better, I am convinced.  Thank you Roseann, for your graciousness at being sideswiped with surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we also got to meet another online bud, Maureen.  Luscious was quite smitten with this outgoing, Minnesota Friendly gal.  I would drive the two days up there just to spend more time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowJsb5KFjI/AAAAAAAABwM/-fwC1lgshTQ/s1600-h/minnesota+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowJsb5KFjI/AAAAAAAABwM/-fwC1lgshTQ/s320/minnesota+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371679114552546866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at a great hotel, The Residence Inn, in Roseville.  A great suite with two bedrooms, two baths, a pull out sofa in the living room area and kitchenette.  Not that I was doing any cooking.  I was on vakay!  The hotel had a tremendous breakfast bar each morning and a social hour in the evening.  Now, call me country, call me nuts, but the kids and I had to take pics of the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowL0FNkXCI/AAAAAAAABwc/h5BoeUcPEG8/s1600-h/minnesota+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowL0FNkXCI/AAAAAAAABwc/h5BoeUcPEG8/s320/minnesota+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371681444926348322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does it not remind you of a more narrow version of the Outlook from The Shining?  I swear to goodness we kept waiting to see a little kid on a tricycle muttering "redrum, redrum" or dark haired twins wanting to play.  Shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some pre-nup events to attend, new family to meet - the festivities were full and hectic.  Finally Friday arrived and I was able to get a few pics.  Can't wait to see the official wedding pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal dinner was at a nice place called Dixie.  I am assuming that it was chosen in deference to Paul's roots in the South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowQTcC-p4I/AAAAAAAABxs/41cnsQOMEkc/s1600-h/1minnesota+083q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowQTcC-p4I/AAAAAAAABxs/41cnsQOMEkc/s320/1minnesota+083q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371686381678405506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DD Sarah with her big brother, Paul.  Sarah read from ICorinthians 13 at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple got married at &lt;a href="http://www.blackbearcrossings.com/docs/index.htm"&gt;Como Park&lt;/a&gt;, which for those like myself, have never visited, well, let me say this.  Minneapolis/St Paul has much to be proud of.  The park itself is filled with a zoo, amusement rides, picnic areas and a gorgeous botanical garden area.  I wished that I had enough time to really do the tourist thing.  I was wowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowNZSshHgI/AAAAAAAABws/10RYRlBUI6I/s1600-h/5889_129809291472_599651472_2202259_2110744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowNZSshHgI/AAAAAAAABws/10RYRlBUI6I/s320/5889_129809291472_599651472_2202259_2110744_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371683183712607746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        (the groom showing part of the inside of the conservatory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowNn4HWYZI/AAAAAAAABw0/FSD9sDVBzKQ/s1600-h/como+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowNn4HWYZI/AAAAAAAABw0/FSD9sDVBzKQ/s320/como+park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371683434275430802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the outside of the conservatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the wedding. Are you sick of my pictures yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowORlFpffI/AAAAAAAABw8/aWYrrlx5buA/s1600-h/minnesota+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowORlFpffI/AAAAAAAABw8/aWYrrlx5buA/s320/minnesota+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371684150722526706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lovely bride being escorted to her waiting groom.  I fell in love with her parents.  They were so very gracious.  My son is most fortunate to marry into this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowOnDdYFmI/AAAAAAAABxE/YvlB8MA5ZEI/s1600-h/1minnesota+120a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowOnDdYFmI/AAAAAAAABxE/YvlB8MA5ZEI/s320/1minnesota+120a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371684519652365922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    The vows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowPBystq8I/AAAAAAAABxM/H4HSOnuuPak/s1600-h/minnesota+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowPBystq8I/AAAAAAAABxM/H4HSOnuuPak/s320/minnesota+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371684979009760194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr and Mrs at long last. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowPOf5UCvI/AAAAAAAABxU/7YUoYZuBLDo/s1600-h/cutting+the+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowPOf5UCvI/AAAAAAAABxU/7YUoYZuBLDo/s320/cutting+the+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371685197300632306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's eat some of this delicious cake!  It was yummy; carrot cake.  But look at the design.  Amber was meticulous in her choices.  Classy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowPst47pbI/AAAAAAAABxc/k5zll6MwSsQ/s1600-h/julie+josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowPst47pbI/AAAAAAAABxc/k5zll6MwSsQ/s320/julie+josh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371685716453205426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh and Juli hamming it up at the reception.  Juli flew in from California to serve in the wedding party as one of the "best man" position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowQBU9iryI/AAAAAAAABxk/c1rNExT5LH0/s1600-h/angel+k5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowQBU9iryI/AAAAAAAABxk/c1rNExT5LH0/s320/angel+k5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371686070538907426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul and his little ring bearer, Micah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowQza2ekhI/AAAAAAAABx0/89GqDcyKU0E/s1600-h/micah+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowQza2ekhI/AAAAAAAABx0/89GqDcyKU0E/s320/micah+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371686931113349650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to submit this adorable pic of Micah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowRRM1JbOI/AAAAAAAABx8/v5jTUFcokus/s1600-h/minnesota+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowRRM1JbOI/AAAAAAAABx8/v5jTUFcokus/s320/minnesota+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371687442745748706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul was tickled to see Thom and Margo there.  They flew in from Williamsburg, Va for the fete.  Margo has been my friend FOREVER and knew Paul before he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowRxzBmZlI/AAAAAAAAByE/IjAw0OZa6ao/s1600-h/minnesota+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowRxzBmZlI/AAAAAAAAByE/IjAw0OZa6ao/s320/minnesota+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371688002754340434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brothers - Paul and Josh.  Josh was a little teary eyed after the ceremony.  He may be sentimental but he is a lionheart. Don't worry, little brother, you're next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowTGnhsbVI/AAAAAAAAByM/D_pCwQuv4sE/s1600-h/5889_129809486472_599651472_2202292_7188243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowTGnhsbVI/AAAAAAAAByM/D_pCwQuv4sE/s320/5889_129809486472_599651472_2202292_7188243_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371689459956608338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowTUJOljLI/AAAAAAAAByU/J8TECPMlpx0/s1600-h/P1015154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowTUJOljLI/AAAAAAAAByU/J8TECPMlpx0/s320/P1015154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371689692341570738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-4128428844232526189?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-done-deal.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SowMSFQ5MbI/AAAAAAAABwk/QmhkJ3sImSE/s72-c/CITYminnesota+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-249676170886433147</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-02T10:29:42.256-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lucky Me</title><description>I know it has been a month! since I posted, folksies.  It isn't that I don't think about blogging every day; I truly do.  I am just having problems with time management.  Sigh.  But the thing I just HAD to share with you is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SnWfCaWjxsI/AAAAAAAABvk/dHMxX-6foc4/s1600-h/swap+pincushion+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SnWfCaWjxsI/AAAAAAAABvk/dHMxX-6foc4/s400/swap+pincushion+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365369394864309954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I signed on for a pincushion swap.  It was secret sister style, so no one knew who was creating for who.  I received my wonderful surprise pincushion yesterday!  Created by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.seminolelinda.typepad.com/fiber_and_pulp"&gt; Linda Shiffer &lt;/a&gt;, it is a great size and great weight.  I am already sticking pins in it Linda!  She also was creative and frugal enough (my kinda gal) to make a scissor holder from the tongue of the shoe! She has spent an enormous amount of time creatively decoupaging, snipping, embroidering, painting this most treasured work of art.&lt;br /&gt;Swaps with strangers don't always work out well, although most swaps make new friends out of everyone.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.havasuquilts.com%3C/a%3E"&gt; Kim Pebley&lt;/a&gt; for hosting this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another front, I am getting ready to head to Minnesota in a week.  My oldest son is getting married to a lovely gal.  Having never been to the midwest before, I am looking forward to the road trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Humble Arts is already up for the month and we are selling fast!  Please come on over and take a peek at what's left!  You are sure to find something you like.  If you haven't already signed up for our newsletter, you can email me to put you on it or sign up on the website. &lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.thehumblearts.com/artisans.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; to come in and visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy creating Halloween goodies for a local store.  It has turned into a mutually fun love affair of sorts.  The owners love everything I create and in turn, I love them for that!  I have been busy creating headless men, full size witches, lots of ornies for halloween trees and banners, gourd head folks and etc.  That is one of the reasons I have not been able to sit at the computer for very long ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SnWitREipNI/AAAAAAAABv0/JNdqb63W5so/s1600-h/Rosewood+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SnWitREipNI/AAAAAAAABv0/JNdqb63W5so/s320/Rosewood+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365373429642077394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SnWitCeH9rI/AAAAAAAABvs/tRSj9q14ZCY/s1600-h/Rosewood+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SnWitCeH9rI/AAAAAAAABvs/tRSj9q14ZCY/s320/Rosewood+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365373425722848946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to be back here SOOOOOON.  Now head on over to The Humble Arts!  My sisters have a habit of always leaving the light on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-249676170886433147?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucky-me.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SnWfCaWjxsI/AAAAAAAABvk/dHMxX-6foc4/s72-c/swap+pincushion+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-5094598074309672741</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 12:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-04T09:06:26.030-04:00</atom:updated><title>We've Lost our way</title><description>My mother's grandfather was from Denmark.  His mother was a Russian Jew who left Russia with her family because of one of the purges.  My Great Granddad arrived in the US just before the turn of the century.  He was a sculptor.  Living in Perth Amboy NJ, he worked for a terra cotta factory, sculpted statues, ornate tiles, and headmarkers.  Here is one of his works and info from a book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sk9Rn8So6ZI/AAAAAAAABvc/YvoFg0jpuUs/s1600-h/Washington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sk9Rn8So6ZI/AAAAAAAABvc/YvoFg0jpuUs/s400/Washington.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354588228607863186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1895 the Danish and Scandinavian population of Perth Amboy commissioned Nels Nielsen Alling (1861-1955), a Danish sculptor, to create the statue of George Washington. It was to express  pride and love for their adopted country. The funds were raised within the Scandinavian community and the statue was dedicated on 2 September 1895. Alling worked on the statue at the the NJ Terra Cotta Co in Perth Amboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been proud to be an American.  My northern granny would continue with the oral tradition of telling each of her grands their family heritage - who was who and etc.  We used to think she was nuts when she told us we were related to the Pilgrims and George Washington.  Come to find out when one of my Uncles and Cousin did the genelogy, we ARE.  Of course, George Washington had no children.  But his brother did.  Naturally, my relation was a servant, so we were born on the wrong side of the sheets as my granny would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised to believe that right was might.  That two wrongs didn't make a right.  To always help out those with need.  Never pick on the little guy.  I still believe that way. Somewhere, we have lost our way.  Everyone feels entitled.  This country didn't start out helping everyone. The idea was that freedom meant being able to be able to help yourself!  Not to have a big government do everything for you.  And certainly to have freedom from taxation without representation.  Of the people for the people, by the people.  Somehow we have lost our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my grandparents and the rest of my family would think if they were alive today and could read the papers, internet, hear the news.  Would they even recognize The United States of America?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-5094598074309672741?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/07/we.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sk9Rn8So6ZI/AAAAAAAABvc/YvoFg0jpuUs/s72-c/Washington.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-1639109030925270820</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 10:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T09:17:59.399-04:00</atom:updated><title>This and that and Winners!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SktC8LKfNuI/AAAAAAAABvE/Gs6DQKJxzP0/s1600-h/fourth-of-july-uncle-sam-patriotic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SktC8LKfNuI/AAAAAAAABvE/Gs6DQKJxzP0/s400/fourth-of-july-uncle-sam-patriotic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353446183616329442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Folksies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another month has bit the dust.  We are officially half way through the year - quick- wash my mouth out! I can't believe I can be saying that and be telling the truth!  Wellsir, in just a few days everyone will be shooting off fireworks, grilling out hot dogs, jumping in a pool, and in general having fun in the summertime.  You know, enjoying their freedom.  Something that we don't know how to live without.  We take for granted that we have the freedom in this great country to travel where we want, worship how we desire, and the real fun part - we have freedom of speech.  I like speaking my mind. I am a big letter writer.  And in the recent decade of internet explosion, I have become a big email writer.  I keep in touch with my Congressman, Senators and other Representatives.  I let them know exactly how I think and feel about every bill that they are considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SktCSUnYOnI/AAAAAAAABu8/beGykh8IU5w/s1600-h/tg1613.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SktCSUnYOnI/AAAAAAAABu8/beGykh8IU5w/s200/tg1613.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353445464598919794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a book some years ago by John Whitehead.  It was called The Stealing of America and it was about how many rights we lose each year because we choose to stay ignorant of what is going on around us.  How could we EVER improve upon that sacred document - The Constitution?! If you really read the Constitution, you would see that it covers all the bases - as if our forefathers had  knowledge  of what would be in the future. They may have not have a clue about the radios, tvs, computers - but they sure knew human nature! Folks, we don't need new and more laws.  We don't need new amendments.  We need to use our heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had some real clout and some real money behind it, I would start a new political party called The Common Sense Party.  I just don't see enough of that being spoken of in our state and national capitols.&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend that everyone get to know all sides of every bill being passed.  In today's electronic age there is NO excuse for ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to some real fun stuff!  The Humble Arts is now available with their July edition.  Lots of fun stuff there.  My personal offering is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SktBn8HW5bI/AAAAAAAABu0/7gnmZUH0D5s/s1600-h/Witch2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SktBn8HW5bI/AAAAAAAABu0/7gnmZUH0D5s/s400/Witch2A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353444736467658162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she is as ugly as a witch should be I know, but ain't she cute?  Can't help but thow some whimsy into all my clay creations.  I sure would be proud if y'all would accept my invitation to visit my friends and I over at&lt;a href="http://thehumblearts.com/"&gt;  The Humble Arts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the other fun part - Let's discuss some WINNERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SktGdPEqM9I/AAAAAAAABvM/vGkriTKUI6g/s1600-h/bbga.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SktGdPEqM9I/AAAAAAAABvM/vGkriTKUI6g/s400/bbga.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353450050136191954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drum roll please ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for those few brave souls that entered my Blogaversary giveaway,  a few names were picked from the proverbial hat.  In this instance, I took the names, wrote them down on scraps of paper, balled them up and threw them on the floor.  Yes, I did.  Then I let Dinah, my ragdoll kitty play with them.  She batted them around and the ones that separated from the rest, her favorite pieces of balled up paper came out to be:&lt;br /&gt;Raggedy Angel      and    Meadowbrook Cabin.  Ladies, please email me and we will get ourselves together on the sending and receiving.  Thanks for visiting!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's some more from The Humble Arts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehumblearts.com/"&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" src="http://w400.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w400.photobucket.com/albums/pp82/humblearts_album/627f339b.pbw" wmode="transparent" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left;border-width: 0;" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-1639109030925270820?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-folksies-well-another-month-has.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SktC8LKfNuI/AAAAAAAABvE/Gs6DQKJxzP0/s72-c/fourth-of-july-uncle-sam-patriotic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-8084588891333854559</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 12:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-23T08:23:23.227-04:00</atom:updated><title>Look Who's Coming!  Early Santa Alert!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SkDIc0ntzeI/AAAAAAAABus/v__ILCfJVBM/s1600-h/look+whos+cominga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SkDIc0ntzeI/AAAAAAAABus/v__ILCfJVBM/s400/look+whos+cominga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350496754803264994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figgered I best give y'all a heads up on this one.  Seems like the guy in the red suit is wearing his summer whites!  Brrrr!  Or maybe yummy, since that snow looks awfully cool in the 90 plus temps we've been having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Santa is almost ready so keep your eyes peeled for his formal arrival!&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to sign up for my blogging giveaway; all info in below post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-8084588891333854559?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-whos-coming-early-santa-alert.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SkDIc0ntzeI/AAAAAAAABus/v__ILCfJVBM/s72-c/look+whos+cominga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-1940178316565245320</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T08:02:39.808-04:00</atom:updated><title>Better Late than never?! Let's Giveaway!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SjgZuqkVgFI/AAAAAAAABtk/qJ_eRz-Jqck/s1600-h/bbga.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SjgZuqkVgFI/AAAAAAAABtk/qJ_eRz-Jqck/s320/bbga.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348052846993834066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised a Blogaversary Party and Giveaway.  Well, life happens, so once we get over that idea, here I am.  I have actually been quite busy creating like crazy and taking one or two orders as well.  So, let's play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have well over 20,000 hits - still not getting over that one - and I still can't believe I have been blogging this long.  The blessing for me in all of this has been the hands extended in friendship from all over the country and the world.  Thank you, friends for sticking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a great giveaway.  So, let's get the party rolling.  First off, I am wanting to give away one of my BRAND SPANKING NEW primitive doll pattern:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sjga9L8Fv6I/AAAAAAAABts/Xc19rvIfWNc/s1600-h/ebay609+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sjga9L8Fv6I/AAAAAAAABts/Xc19rvIfWNc/s320/ebay609+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348054195981631394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These gals are super easy and man oh man, are they FUN to make.  You will get your name in the drawing for this by leaving a comment and it would be extremely nice of you to add my Blondie's Blog Giveaway to your side bar or even blog about my giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also throw into the pot a neato pincushion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SjggDvmhNvI/AAAAAAAABuE/mafTY6YFc4M/s1600-h/ebay609+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SjggDvmhNvI/AAAAAAAABuE/mafTY6YFc4M/s200/ebay609+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348059806192187122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SjggH-sU7iI/AAAAAAAABuM/UmN1aA_rlGo/s1600-h/ebay609+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SjggH-sU7iI/AAAAAAAABuM/UmN1aA_rlGo/s200/ebay609+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348059878962556450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side 1                                                          side 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sweet little felted and charm adorned pin that accompanies the pincushion.  I am addicted to pincushions - they are in almost every room in my house.  I am a firm believer that one is always lonesome for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let's get this straight.  Read this, pass it along, tell me how much you love me and you may just win one of these gifties. Oh and I guess I should say that this ends July 1.  Plenty of time for y'all to enter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-1940178316565245320?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-late-than-never-lets-giveaway.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SjgZuqkVgFI/AAAAAAAABtk/qJ_eRz-Jqck/s72-c/bbga.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-4421374711603670090</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 11:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-02T07:59:51.256-04:00</atom:updated><title>Go ahead, Stick out your tongue!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SiUTn5jxjZI/AAAAAAAABtc/QRYfBLsR9BQ/s1600-h/einsteintongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SiUTn5jxjZI/AAAAAAAABtc/QRYfBLsR9BQ/s320/einsteintongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342698109131656594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Sign of a Stroke -------- Stick out Your Tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue...If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other, that  is also an indication of a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S  *Ask the individual to SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;T  *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE  (Coherently)&lt;br /&gt;(i.e. It is sunny out today.)&lt;br /&gt;R  *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend just recently sent me an email with some of this info listed.  I think I blogged about this a few years ago, but, guess what?  I am doing it again.  These are such simple tasks we take for granted.  And it's good to remember these signs.  Blessings to everyone today.  I will be back with a blogaversary post later.  I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-4421374711603670090?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-ahead-stick-out-your-tongue.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SiUTn5jxjZI/AAAAAAAABtc/QRYfBLsR9BQ/s72-c/einsteintongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-2536894586922005247</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-01T00:26:25.849-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Humble Arts, WINNERS  and a Blogaversary!</title><description>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;The Humble Arts June edition is now up and ready for your viewing and purchasing pleasure! Below is a small taste of what is available there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w400.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w400.photobucket.com/albums/pp82/humblearts_album/June%2009/c966fccf.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun last month with feather finding and have some winners to announce on the website as well.&lt;br /&gt;The winners of the drawings are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Nicola Callow&lt;br /&gt;Susan Minor&lt;br /&gt;Jody Sullivan&lt;br /&gt;Doralyn Andrews&lt;br /&gt;Chandra Koresh&lt;br /&gt;Laura/ Our Lady of Grace&lt;br /&gt;Donna/Cottage Days and Journeys&lt;br /&gt;If you see your name here and haven't received a newsletter, let me know!  You will be receiving your prize as soon as we get your info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own offerings are:&lt;br /&gt;Bo Peep and her little Sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w160.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/TheHumbleArts/vintage%20primitives/June09/0fa83827.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this doll specifically to be held and played with by small hands.  She comes with a little quilt or play mat if you prefer.  It is a very special set and I am certain that it will be treasured for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;I also am offering a Goldie and Momma Bear - same style - love the vintage look of embroidered faces and vintage clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w160.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/TheHumbleArts/vintage%20primitives/June09/c9598ae4.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds SO trite to say, but pictures don't really do these sets justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to &lt;a href="http://www.thehumblearts.com/artisans.htm"&gt;The Humble Arts&lt;/a&gt; and find me there!&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I have lots of goodies to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I am celebrating my blogaversary as well! Not only is it my birthday blog, but I have passed a personal goal of over 20,000 visitors.  Wow.  That's a lot of clickers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more this week and be thinking of a giveaway.  be sure to check back and be ready to send your friends too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-2536894586922005247?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/05/humble-arts-winners-and-blogaversary.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-1545705256152748951</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-24T11:37:46.861-04:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Memorial Day</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShlmxJaEo8I/AAAAAAAABtU/zp5WrnIjX70/s1600-h/MemorialDay-743090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShlmxJaEo8I/AAAAAAAABtU/zp5WrnIjX70/s320/MemorialDay-743090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339411827749331906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Official Memorial Day&lt;br /&gt;May 30, 1868&lt;br /&gt;Southern women decorated the graves of soldiers even before the end of the Civil War. After the war, a women's memorial association in Columbus, Mississippi, put flowers on the graves of both Confederate and Union soldiers in 1866, an act of generosity that inspired the poem by Francis Miles Finch, "The Blue and the Grey," published in the Atlantic Monthly.&lt;br /&gt;The founder of the Federal Memorial Day, Gen. John A. Logan (Commander in Chief of the Grand Army of the Republic), was so impressed with the way the South honored their dead with a special day, he became convinced that such a day must be created to honor Union dead. The battlefield graves all around Richmond could be seen "marked with little white flags, faded wreaths of laurel" where family and friends of  Confederate  soldiers had placed them. Logan is reported to have been "deeply touched" and said "it was most fitting; that  the ancients, especially the Greeks, had honored their dead, particularly their heroes, by chaplets of laurel and flowers, and that he intended to issue an order designating a day for decorating the grave of every soldier in this land, and if he could he would have made it a holiday." This of course was done at a later date, thus our National Memorial Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our Heroes, none are so small as those who haven't served - with their heart, soul and body. Our Heroes presence is felt in every wave of every flag on every day - it is seen in the ripples as the wind unfurls their colors.  It is heard in the shared stories of lives lived and lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Daddy, for being my Hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-1545705256152748951?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-memorial-day.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShlmxJaEo8I/AAAAAAAABtU/zp5WrnIjX70/s72-c/MemorialDay-743090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-2460782779558448355</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 10:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T09:31:49.462-04:00</atom:updated><title>Blast from the Past</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKOMUJZe6I/AAAAAAAABr0/D-5h3HiK30o/s1600-h/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKOMUJZe6I/AAAAAAAABr0/D-5h3HiK30o/s320/88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337484850605161378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking for a few things in my junk room and found this old photo from the 80's in there.  I sat down at stared at these faces.  And I began to think:&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever begin to imagine how my children would grow up?  Did I ever envision who they would become?  And what of me? Did I ever think of where or what I would be in 20 years? Certainly not.  To be specific this photo was taken in November 1988.  Must've been close to Thanksgiving if I can surmise by the little Christmas tree apron my daughter is wearing.  And I always wore that apron.  I still have it, although it doesn't drape as sveltly these days.  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were living in Orlando Florida at the time.  You know, the land where  you need to run the A/C 365 - 24/7 ? We had a huge live oak in our backyard and lots of flowers that I wish I could grow in here in N.C.  Down there they were perrenials; here at home they are annuals if I can even find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVJ4KrBTI/AAAAAAAABsc/HJECwd0gpPA/s1600-h/gator2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVJ4KrBTI/AAAAAAAABsc/HJECwd0gpPA/s320/gator2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337492505315968306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, I was home schooling my children.  Today they are grown.  One is married and one is about to be married and the other one is studying on getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still the center of their world, the master of their universe.  Back then, every day was Mother's Day, for all the charming little gifts I would receive.  I was in awe of these children and so very aware of the true gift from the Lord that they were and are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make their childhood magical.  I wanted to capture them in a time bubble so they would always be this age.  I wished more than once that I could take them all to Neverland so they would never grow up.  I was Wendy to their Pan.  I would read them stories each nite and each nite it never failed that I had to go into their room and warn them repeatedly to be still and go to sleep. I say their room because at this particular time, they all wanted to sleep in the same room. They loved each other's company so very much and didn't want to miss a moment of each other's thoughts and dreams.  Sometimes I would stand outside that door and dream right along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my oldest one is a professor of science at a college in NY State.  He still loves fairy tales, and that is evident in his pursuit of  the science of skepticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVEpTpXPI/AAAAAAAABsU/rM8CavKXIk0/s1600-h/paul+at+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVEpTpXPI/AAAAAAAABsU/rM8CavKXIk0/s320/paul+at+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337492415427730674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKa1k_pyMI/AAAAAAAABtM/uFCQ-Hte4E8/s1600-h/christmas2008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKa1k_pyMI/AAAAAAAABtM/uFCQ-Hte4E8/s320/christmas2008-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337498753641859266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul will be married this August to a lovely girl.  I couldn't have chosen a better mate for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua is working on getting his license for Massage Therapy.  His soul mate is a wonderful girl that could have been one of mine.  Just the right mixture of mischief and sweetness. He was the one that was always bringing home critters.  Every family has one of those.  And some things never change.  He is still finding critters and bringing them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVw_v4o4I/AAAAAAAABs8/THLfo6SArxo/s1600-h/Coon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVw_v4o4I/AAAAAAAABs8/THLfo6SArxo/s320/Coon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337493177365996418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVOjK2xaI/AAAAAAAABsk/2JtdFG8095g/s1600-h/joshandjoyA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVOjK2xaI/AAAAAAAABsk/2JtdFG8095g/s320/joshandjoyA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337492585578939810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah is married to the quietest man next to my Luscious that I have ever known.  I keep telling her that still waters run deep.  Sarah was the quintessential baby sister.  And she ruled the roost.  Come to think of it, she is STILL the ring leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVWGTALkI/AAAAAAAABss/z3uUfolQfDI/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVWGTALkI/AAAAAAAABss/z3uUfolQfDI/s320/sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337492715267436098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVcYlm2DI/AAAAAAAABs0/TxIv8C9Mwik/s1600-h/sayrah+paul+christmas+2008a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKVcYlm2DI/AAAAAAAABs0/TxIv8C9Mwik/s320/sayrah+paul+christmas+2008a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337492823256520754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If someone told me 20 years ago that my children would be marvelous adults I would have agreed with a certainty.&lt;br /&gt;If someone had told me 20 years ago that I would be married again and be happy, I would have said they were telling a whopper. What a special gift my Luscious is to me. God always saves the best for last!   It's a good thing we can't really see the future.  Having always believed in happy endings, I know that the best is yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-2460782779558448355?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/05/blast-from-past.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShKOMUJZe6I/AAAAAAAABr0/D-5h3HiK30o/s72-c/88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-4470808538235642071</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-18T09:03:03.471-04:00</atom:updated><title>Pet Diaries</title><description>I couldn't help posting this fwd here from my gal pal, Khris - I have laughed myself silly.  This is a keeper.  Thanks Khris!  This is for the animal lover and observer in each of you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CAUTION:  No food or drink while reading this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24;"  &gt;WHAT PETS WRITE  IN THEIR DIARIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Excerpts from a Dog's Diary.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShFb4s5nmeI/AAAAAAAABrk/fiebBzgm0_Q/s1600-h/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShFb4s5nmeI/AAAAAAAABrk/fiebBzgm0_Q/s320/jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337148063094381026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:00 am -&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1240722465_0" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts"&gt;Dog food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! My favorite  thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;9:30  am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- A car ride! My favorite  thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;9:40  am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- A walk in the park! My favorite  thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;10:30  am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Got rubbed and petted! My favorite  thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;12:00  pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Lunch! My favorite  thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;1:00  pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Played in the yard! My favorite  thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;3:00  pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Wagged my tail! My favorite  thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;5:00  pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Milk Bones! My favorite  thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;7:00  pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Got to play ball! My favorite  thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;8:00  pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Wow! Watched TV with the people! My  favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;11:00  pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShFcHeL7muI/AAAAAAAABrs/yAtYaKaPF60/s1600-h/alvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShFcHeL7muI/AAAAAAAABrs/yAtYaKaPF60/s320/alvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337148316842695394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Day 983 of my captivity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre  little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other  inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I make my contempt for the  rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up  my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In  an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I  decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped  this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I  am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a  'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of assembly of  their accomplices tonight. I was placed in&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1240722465_1"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts"&gt;solitary  confinement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the  duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I  overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn  what this means and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was almost  successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around  his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of  the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and  snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and  seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards  regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged  protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For  now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-4470808538235642071?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/05/pet-diaries.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/ShFb4s5nmeI/AAAAAAAABrk/fiebBzgm0_Q/s72-c/jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-568146868012364776</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T11:40:49.381-04:00</atom:updated><title>How I spend my time</title><description>Okay, let's be honest here for a moment.  We all know ourselves pretty darn well.  I mean after all, who knows us better than ourselves?  Now I am not getting esoteric here, just being me.  I am a deep thinker.  Truly I am.  I wonder why God chose to place the sun and moon where He did.  And while I am not a astronomer, I wonder about the importance of constellations.  And I wonder things like what possessed my parents to give me my name.  Oh yeah, I was named after my Mom's baby sister who died of rheumatic fever when she was only 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the usual email quizzes and those sent to me on Facebook.  So, it came as a surprise to me that my parents should have really named me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sgv5IT7GZ2I/AAAAAAAABq8/AjL-TW0xcM0/s1600-h/annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sgv5IT7GZ2I/AAAAAAAABq8/AjL-TW0xcM0/s320/annie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335632104732911458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are nice, caring, and you love being with your friends. Boys drool over you and you are hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does every personality test say basically the same thing? Although, the hot stuff thing is a new twist and something I haven't heard in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-568146868012364776?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-i-spend-my-time.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sgv5IT7GZ2I/AAAAAAAABq8/AjL-TW0xcM0/s72-c/annie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-6130668576599707918</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-05T09:05:00.896-04:00</atom:updated><title>I remember Irene</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SgA5YGr8eII/AAAAAAAABq0/vV-d_w9nQI0/s1600-h/Irene+Sendler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SgA5YGr8eII/AAAAAAAABq0/vV-d_w9nQI0/s320/Irene+Sendler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332325045081241730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irena Sendler - who recently died at 98 years of age, was a 2008 Nobel Peace Prize Nominee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During WWII, Irena was given permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a plumbing/sewer specialist.  She had an ulterior motive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being German, Irena knew what the Nazi plan was for Jews.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irena smuggled out infants in the bottom of a tool box she carried in the back of her truck.  She used a burlap sack for bigger children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto.  The soldiers wanted nothing to do with her dog.  The barking covered noises of the infants and children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irena managed to smuggle out and save 2500 infants and children, before she was caught!  The Nazi's broke both her legs and arms, and beat her severely.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irena kept a record in a jar buried under a tree in her back yard of all the children she smuggled out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the war, she tried to locate all parents that may have survived to reunite families, but most had been gassed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children she could not reunite were placed with foster families or adopted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irena was nominated for the 2008 Nobel Peace Prize.  She was not selected.  Al Gore won for a slide show on Global Warming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-6130668576599707918?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-remember-irene.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SgA5YGr8eII/AAAAAAAABq0/vV-d_w9nQI0/s72-c/Irene+Sendler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-5765094111030224122</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T07:27:15.876-04:00</atom:updated><title>Music and Me</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SfwsJkkjvOI/AAAAAAAABqU/1K3D-5NdruI/s1600-h/music.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SfwsJkkjvOI/AAAAAAAABqU/1K3D-5NdruI/s320/music.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331184601847282914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days of silence on my blog and receiving a LOT of private emails, I have put the music back up on my blog.  If you find music slows you down, please feel free to shut it off.  I have moved the music bar to the top, so there is NO surprise at where to find it.  I don't have my own personal PC speakers set very loudly, do not personally care or responsible for those who keep theirs set on loud.  I am heartily sorry for those who have difficulty with music, slideshows, large images slowing their computer down.&lt;br /&gt;I do this blogging for my own self.  I know that you guys read it.  That is fun for me and for you. Music is part of my own personal muse.  There have been many days a song has prompted me to blog.  And BTW, I get many private emails and some occasional post, that the song they heard when they arrived made their day. The music on my playlist happen to be some of my personal favorites and I rearrange them now and then. This music always makes me happy and I likes being happy! If you smile a lot, you will have less wrinkles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehumblearts.com/"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sfws27k29PI/AAAAAAAABqc/JOpYNzOq6t4/s1600-h/harts+chicken+fling+2AAA-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/Sfws27k29PI/AAAAAAAABqc/JOpYNzOq6t4/s320/harts+chicken+fling+2AAA-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331185381116671218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note  - we are having a ball with all of you collecting feathers! When you get to &lt;a href="http://www.thehumblearts.com/"&gt;The Humble Arts&lt;/a&gt; website, there are a bunch of feathers hidden within the pages there.  This will be a month long event, so keep searching!  And be sure to tell your friends.  We have some great items at even greater prices available this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-5765094111030224122?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-and-me.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SfwsJkkjvOI/AAAAAAAABqU/1K3D-5NdruI/s72-c/music.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-5960685313907910211</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 11:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-01T07:16:56.723-04:00</atom:updated><title>The feathers are flying!</title><description>Wow, Our Wacky Wild Wing Ding Fling has officially started over at &lt;a href="http://thehumblearts.com/"&gt;The Humble Arts&lt;/a&gt; !  Be sure to take a peek around,&lt;br /&gt;find feathers and let me know through here or at my email addy. It's sure to be finger licking good.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my offerings for the month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SfraARVqESI/AAAAAAAABqM/Pm90SoBfStg/s1600-h/april+15+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SfraARVqESI/AAAAAAAABqM/Pm90SoBfStg/s320/april+15+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330812807135498530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SfraAAf_CmI/AAAAAAAABqE/RGxG-SkhPQo/s1600-h/april+15+006+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SfraAAf_CmI/AAAAAAAABqE/RGxG-SkhPQo/s320/april+15+006+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330812802615413346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SfraAFZud5I/AAAAAAAABp8/UVFNxHs5W28/s1600-h/april+15+001b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SfraAFZud5I/AAAAAAAABp8/UVFNxHs5W28/s320/april+15+001b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330812803931338642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so humbled to be featured on a dear friend's blog!  She does features on Fridays and picked "moi" for this week.  Tina is a terrific blogger herself and is the most amazing and prolific scrap-booker I know! Check her out at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommycomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/featured-fridayblondie.html"&gt;Mommy Complex&lt;/a&gt; You may think you already know everything about me, since my life is an open book, but, I feel almost famous.  LOL. Thank you Tina for seeing something in me that you found worthy.  God is always good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-5960685313907910211?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/05/feathers-are-flying.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XN2sPOp1A4k/SfraARVqESI/AAAAAAAABqM/Pm90SoBfStg/s72-c/april+15+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-7121750064967273744</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 21:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T09:57:03.386-04:00</atom:updated><title>More tantalizing tidbits!</title><description>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w400.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w400.photobucket.com/albums/pp82/humblearts_album/May 2009/6f508cf0.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought, gee which came first the chicken or the egg? Well, folksies, we at the Humble Arts have got all the bases covered.  We have hens, roosters, eggs - the whole gambit of goodies for you to choose from come May 1.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who like to play to win doorprizes, this tv commercial shows you just a sampling of the goodies YOU can WIN by doing a few simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, you can get one entry in the drawing for one of these goodies by putting our fun little banner on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secondly&lt;/span&gt;, you can get yet another entry in by promoting our Wing Ding Chicken Fling on your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/span&gt; you can find a feather on each of the participating member's blogs - find the feather, email the member blogger with WHERE you found the feather.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT! &lt;br /&gt;On May 1, we will also have a few feathers flying around The Humble Arts.  Find those and you will get YET ANOTHER entry! Wee Dawgies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have just arrived and are wondering how to go about getting the banners and links, please read the thread below. Any questions? Email me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845513680952023284-7121750064967273744?l=vintageprims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vintageprims.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-tantalizing-tidbits.html</link><author>VintagePrimitives@gmail.com (Blondie ~ Vintage Primitives)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item></channel></rss>