<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797</id><updated>2012-02-07T22:21:06.964-06:00</updated><category term='MerryCox'/><category term='Palin'/><category term='Finishes'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Stitching'/><title type='text'>Neila's Notes</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a journey which I walk in faith, anxious to find what is around the next corner.  I've discovered cross stitch, knitting, scrapbooking, Yankee Candles, traveling to faraway places, history, reading, genealogy, tarot, astrology, MN Vikings football, soccer, the comedy of Eddie Izzard, the melodies of Robbie Williams, the wonder of Disney, the value of friendship, and most of all the love of family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-1125965785930481065</id><published>2011-03-03T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:40:31.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine......</title><content type='html'>Imagine a place where all the public schools have been closed and only the children of the wealthy are entitled to an education....a place where all the forests have been chopped down...a place where water does not have to be disinfected while at the same time the lakes and rivers have been polluted by toxic waste and chemicals being dumped by corporations in their gutting of the land....where electricity, water, and heat are controlled by corporations who can charge what they want for services and who can discriminate against those not able to afford them....a place where jobs don't exist other than cleaning the toilets of the wealthy or bussing their tables....a place where small business have had to close their doors because no one has any money to buy their goods or services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Wisconsin...Ohio....New Jersey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the United States as the Republicans envision it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-1125965785930481065?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1125965785930481065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=1125965785930481065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1125965785930481065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1125965785930481065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2011/03/imagine.html' title='Imagine......'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-940482592643101177</id><published>2011-02-08T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:47:40.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Sucks</title><content type='html'>So far the year 2011 sucks!  On January 4 Chuck ended up in the emergency room just hours after my brother was admitted to the same emergency room.  My brother had pneumonia; Chuck has Meniere's Syndrome and is still unable to drive.  He is being treated at the National Dizzy and Balance Center.  No sooner were Chuck and my brother home, when my knee began giving me problems.  I saw my doctor at the end of January and got a cortisone shot in the knee, only to have the knee totally give out a day later.  I am walking with crutches and looking at total knee replacement surgery in a few weeks.  And the snow and cold keeps coming.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, 2011 sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-940482592643101177?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/940482592643101177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=940482592643101177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/940482592643101177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/940482592643101177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-sucks.html' title='2011 Sucks'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-5721145122256105665</id><published>2010-11-03T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:36:17.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo is Me</title><content type='html'>I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.  I really didn't get much sleep last night and what I did get was not restful.  At 12:30 Erik took Kiko out to do his business.  Kiko saw a rabbit and took off like a shot after the rabbit.  Erik woke me up to help him find the dog.  After that I had a hard time falling asleep and then I woke up at 5:00 a.m.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being this tired doesn't help my mental state.  I'm feeling very depressed.  Last night, after watching election results, I just wanted to pull the covers over my head and not have to face the world ever again.  I want to avoid people and withdraw into the comfort of my little home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I believe in God any more.  I was always taught that to ask and it shall be given.  I keep asking and keep waiting and nothing changes.  I don't believe there is anyone there to answer prayers.  If there is a God, why can't he stop all the hate and bigotry and racism and greed.  Why is evil taking over?  If God is all powerful, why is there so much pain and hate and suffering?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-5721145122256105665?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5721145122256105665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=5721145122256105665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/5721145122256105665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/5721145122256105665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2010/11/woo-is-me.html' title='Woo is Me'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2408621498543167254</id><published>2010-05-25T22:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:14:32.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>States I've Visited</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?cht=t&amp;chs=440x220&amp;chtm=usa&amp;chf=bg,s,336699&amp;chco=d0d0d0,cc0000&amp;chd=s:999999999999999999999999999999&amp;chld=AZCACODEFLIDILINIAKSMDMAMIMNMOMTNENVNYNDOHOKORSDTXUTVAWAWIWY" width="440" height="220" &gt;&lt;br/&gt;visited 30 states (60%)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visited?region=usa"&gt;Create your own visited map of The United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-2408621498543167254?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2408621498543167254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2408621498543167254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2408621498543167254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2408621498543167254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2010/05/states-ive-visited.html' title='States I&apos;ve Visited'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-464154878235570854</id><published>2010-04-14T15:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:04:46.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus and Healing the Poor</title><content type='html'>Jesus and His disciples came to a town, and in the square of that town He preached and He called to the people to come and be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those with ailments and those covered with sores and boils and those afflicted with all manner of maladies sought His healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus approached the first person, a man who lay on a litter, his pain and suffering writ on his face. As Jesus knelt to lay His hands on the man, Peter stepped forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait Lord, ” he said. “Are you a participating provider for this man?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Andrew said “Should we not determine whether he suffers from a pre-existing condition?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew added, “He may be so ill that it would strain Your resources to heal him. In that case, You should not try. Let him seek help elsewhere.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then James son of Zebedee and John chimed in. “Why do You not ask for payment?” asked James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Surely it is not fair to those who pay their healers if You heal these people without cost,” John pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After all,” said Simon Zealot, “what if his condition was brought about by the way he lived? Should he not bear responsibility?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I question whether You should heal the children,” said James son of Alphaeus. “Their parents should be working to pay for their care.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Indeed,” said Thomas, “if You heal them every time they will never learn personal responsibility.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then they will always rely on the support of others,” said Philip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Besides, aren’t there better people to help?” argued Bartholomew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They should pull themselves up by their bootstraps,” proclaimed Thaddeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas Iscariot stared from one disciple to the next. “Oh for crying out loud!” he said. “They don’t have BOOTS!” But they paid him no heed so he went to find an inn and wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copyright D. Scanlon 2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-464154878235570854?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/464154878235570854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=464154878235570854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/464154878235570854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/464154878235570854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2010/04/jesus-and-healing-poor.html' title='Jesus and Healing the Poor'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8255342839033618580</id><published>2010-04-11T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:04:44.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivated by Firefly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxpLC0ReoCA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxpLC0ReoCA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8255342839033618580?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8255342839033618580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8255342839033618580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8255342839033618580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8255342839033618580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2010/04/motivated-by-firefly_11.html' title='Motivated by Firefly'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8057570432829043208</id><published>2010-01-05T15:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:53:09.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What does 2010 hold?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been told that if a person writes down his/her hopes and desires, there is a better chance those hopes and desires will be achieved.  With that in mind, I've been thinking what I hope for 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1)  My first hope is that I can get back on track with my weight loss and figure out why I feel the need to sabotage myself.  What does the excess weight protect me from?  I know what it prevents me from doing and the negative feelings it creates, but don't understand why I would rather deal with the pain and unhappiness than stay on track and achieve permanent weight loss.  This will be an area of major work in 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2)  I hope to be able to make a trip to Tunisia to reconnect with Chuck's family.  I also hope that some (if not all) of my kids will mare the trip as well.  Connecting with family members on Facebook has really brought home the fact that I want to go to Tunisia.  Renew passports!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(3)  I want to find a job where I am truly happy and that pays decently.  I'm so burned out in my current job.  I adore my boss and all the freedoms I have, but I am finding it harder and harder to come to work every day for a variety of reasons.   I keep thinking I would like to open my own cross stitch shop, but then I don't know if I want that kind of responsibility at this point in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(4)  I want to challenge myself to do a better job of staying in touch with my friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(5)  I want to take time every day to write in my journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it so far.  Now to motivate myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8057570432829043208?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8057570432829043208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8057570432829043208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8057570432829043208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8057570432829043208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-does-2010-hold.html' title='What does 2010 hold?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8757892153079579176</id><published>2009-11-10T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:41:11.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sarah:</title><content type='html'>Dear Sarah: Keep up the great writing!&lt;br /&gt;By CARL HIAASEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:chiaasen@MiamiHerald.com"&gt;chiaasen@MiamiHerald.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Confidential response of Sarah Palin's book editor to the first draft of her upcoming memoir, ``Going Rogue''):&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for turning in the manuscript so quickly. I thought only Stephen King could crank out 400 pages in four months! Seriously, there's some terrific material here, and all of us at Harper Collins are thrilled to be publishing your life story.&lt;br /&gt;Before we move ahead, the fact-checking department has asked me to pass along a few notes and comments that may require some revisions on your part.&lt;br /&gt;1. Eric Clapton spells his last name with a C.&lt;br /&gt;More significantly, his publicists tell us that you were not the inspiration for Layla, and that he doesn't recall ever having an affair with you.&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible you've got him confused with another rock star?&lt;br /&gt;2. The mainland of Russia is indeed visible from parts of western Alaska during favorable weather conditions in the Bering Straits. Considering the ridicule you endured over this issue during the campaign, your desire to set the record straight is understandable.&lt;br /&gt;Still, 78 pages is a big chunk of the book. Perhaps it's possible to deal with the I-can-see-Russia controversy a bit more succinctly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Our researchers can find no evidence that Tina Fey belongs to the Taliban. Could you send us the sourcing for that reference?&lt;br /&gt;4. John McCain's campaign staff is vehemently denying the incident you describe in Chapter 13. Perhaps you could provide our legal department with the names of persons who actually witnessed the senator placing the duct tape over your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;5. Even though you quit with 18 months remaining in your term, your achievements as Alaska's governor will be of great interest to your readers and political supporters.&lt;br /&gt;How about expanding that section of the book to a full chapter?&lt;br /&gt;6. On page 107 of the manuscript, you describe a frisky interlude with Todd as taking place on a John Deere Cyclone 340 snowmobile.&lt;br /&gt;However, that particular model has been out of production for several years. Is it possible that you two were cavorting on a Sprintfire?&lt;br /&gt;7. Our researchers can find no evidence that Katie Couric is secretly financing the Sunni insurgency in Iraq. Could you send us the sourcing for that reference?&lt;br /&gt;8. Although the passage about moose-shooting from helicopters is certainly provocative, perhaps it could be re-polished to focus more on your cooking recipes -- which look very yummy, by the way -- than on the preferred field techniques for skinning and gutting.&lt;br /&gt;9. Our copy editors are still struggling to sort out the many colorful characters in your manuscript. In one chapter the children are called Bristol, Piper, Track, Willow and Trig, yet only 44 pages later they appear as Caribou, Cessna, Herring, Juniper and Scrod.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could check with Todd and get back to us on that.&lt;br /&gt;10. ``Mexican'' is not a language. (See manuscript page 188).&lt;br /&gt;11. Our researchers cannot verify that David Letterman is ``heavily involved'' in the opium trade in eastern Afghanistan. Could you provide the sourcing for that reference?&lt;br /&gt;12. The details of your high-school basketball career are inspirational, but would it be possible to condense that section from three chapters to one? Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;13. John McCain's office says that it was the senator, not you, who came up with the ``two mavericks'' campaign theme. He claims you originally proposed a slogan saying, ``One Creaky Elder Statesman, One Hot Young Maverick -- but don't worry, folks, she knows CPR!''&lt;br /&gt;14. Tony Blair was the prime minister of Great Britain. Tony Orlando is an American pop singer. (See manuscript page 341).&lt;br /&gt;15. Levi Johnston emphatically denies that Mitt Romney paid him to seduce and impregnate your oldest daughter. Furthermore, he claims that you personally offered him $50 to moon Joe Biden during the vice presidential debate.&lt;br /&gt;Our legal department has suggested removing any mention of this young man (including those beer-pong photos) from the manuscript. What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on a personal note, I'm sorry you're having so much difficulty reaching the ghost-writer we assigned to this project. After your first meeting, she left me a rather frazzled message saying she ``needed to take a break and do some soul searching.''&lt;br /&gt;We've tracked her to a sweat lodge down in Taos, New Mexico, and I'm pretty confident she'll be back on the ``Going Rogue'' Express in no time.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, keep up the great writing, Sarah. We can't wait to read the finished book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8757892153079579176?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8757892153079579176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8757892153079579176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8757892153079579176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8757892153079579176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-sarah.html' title='Dear Sarah:'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2313862533597211117</id><published>2009-09-20T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:28:06.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Pity</title><content type='html'>Right now I hurt to the depths of my being.  I took a silly quiz recently that said I was a ghost and it's exactly how I feel....invisible and silent.  No one sees me, no one hears me.  Am I only good enough when someone needs something??  Must I be the one who always gives but who never gets in return?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-2313862533597211117?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2313862533597211117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2313862533597211117' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2313862533597211117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2313862533597211117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/self-pity.html' title='Self Pity'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-245085805566023652</id><published>2009-09-05T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:29:18.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What If....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wouldn't it be lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if one could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a constant state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some of the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;commonplace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can be some of the biggest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dividers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what if there was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what if tehre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if words could be seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they floated out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of our mouths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would we feel no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they passed beyond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our lips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if we were to string&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a communal clothesline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would we feel proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as our thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flapped in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;breeze?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Marilyn Mariel, "clothesline"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-245085805566023652?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/245085805566023652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=245085805566023652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/245085805566023652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/245085805566023652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if.html' title='What If....'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-6623850594967991151</id><published>2009-05-20T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:18:14.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next American Idol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/ShRzbBQ0-3I/AAAAAAAAAys/4HFWBUkcNZY/s1600-h/adam-lambert-song1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338018366373559154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/ShRzbBQ0-3I/AAAAAAAAAys/4HFWBUkcNZY/s400/adam-lambert-song1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope so!  Adam Lambert Rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-6623850594967991151?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6623850594967991151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=6623850594967991151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6623850594967991151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6623850594967991151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/next-american-idol.html' title='The Next American Idol?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/ShRzbBQ0-3I/AAAAAAAAAys/4HFWBUkcNZY/s72-c/adam-lambert-song1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-87078093192991786</id><published>2009-04-28T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:56:09.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Adam Lambert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_vbKZfICynA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_vbKZfICynA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-87078093192991786?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/87078093192991786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=87078093192991786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/87078093192991786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/87078093192991786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-3-adam-lambert.html' title='I &lt;3 Adam Lambert!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-4870894276154659866</id><published>2009-03-31T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:08:00.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired of Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so tired of working at this job.  I've been here way too long...almost 30 years!  I'm tired of dealing with other peoples' problems, both real and pretend.  I'm tired of hearing people complain over every little thing they can think of.  I'm tired of pettiness and hatefulness and revenge.  I'm tired of women pretending to be super mom just to deny men rights to be parents to their children; I'm tired of men refusing to support their children in order to punish women.  I'm tired of people who say they can't work because they got a 1/4" cut on their arm.  I want a happy job!  But in this economy, where do I find a happy job that allows me to work 4 days a week and earn what I do.  Not likely!  When will that oil well come in??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-4870894276154659866?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4870894276154659866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=4870894276154659866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4870894276154659866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4870894276154659866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-tired-of-working.html' title='I&apos;m Tired of Working'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-4832049529803970280</id><published>2009-03-10T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:27:05.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning while getting ready for work I was listening to a story about "Octomom" on the news. It appears that her father has bought her a half-million dollar house...her father who lost one house, filed bankruptcy, and is in the process of losing another house. How is it that he can now buy his daughter a half million dollar house? We couldn't afford a half million dollar house on both our incomes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is for a woman who has 14 kids, no husband, no job, collects welfare, social security disability for 2 kids, food stamps, etc. A woman who is letting the State of California pick up the $1 million plus in medical expenses for the birth of these 14 kids. A woman who sees nothing wrong with collecting welfare because "that's what it's there for." She has set up a website begging for money; she has prostituted her children by selling photos to anyone who will pay for them; she has talked to anyone who will give her a few bucks. She's out getting manicures and pedicures and spending $14 on lip gloss when she has NO job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why the State of California is not going after all this money she is earning to reimburse the bankrupt state for the medical expenses? Why aren't they grabbing all this money she has coming in? Why should the hardworking citizens of CA have to continue to support a totally irresponsible woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that the state does NOT allow her to take those babies home from the hospital. If she doesn't abuse them, she will surely neglect them as well as the 6 older children. There is no way she can adequately provide for the emotional, physical and mental needs of 14 children, 8 of whom are mostly likely going to have special needs. And emotional abuse and neglect is as devastating as physical abuse, just less visible. Oh, that's right...she is going to have nannies! She's already "hired" them and they are highly trained!! WHO IS PAYING FOR THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so totally and completely disgusted by this sad excuse of a mother. Please, State of CA, step in and take those children away from her! She alone will be a line item in the state budget!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-4832049529803970280?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4832049529803970280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=4832049529803970280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4832049529803970280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4832049529803970280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/irresponsibility.html' title='Irresponsibility'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-3729509832736866198</id><published>2009-03-04T10:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:37:57.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where, Oh Where, Is Spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can tell I am badly in need of some sunshine and warm weather. This winter has definitely taken a toll on me. I'm always in a funk, always on the verge of tears. I hate my job and have very little patience any more with my clients, my boss, the courts, etc. I honestly can't think of anything that would give me pleasure right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED SPRING!! I NEED SUNSHINE!! I NEED WARM WEATHER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-3729509832736866198?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3729509832736866198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=3729509832736866198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/3729509832736866198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/3729509832736866198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-oh-where-is-spring.html' title='Where, Oh Where, Is Spring?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-3241530133266680194</id><published>2009-02-04T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:06:14.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Light-Weight Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_nt2.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="NerdTests.com says I'm a Light-Weight Nerd.  Click here to take the Nerd Test, get geeky images and jokes, and talk to others on the nerd forum!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/nt2/e2606a17c21ba630.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my daughter can beat me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-3241530133266680194?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3241530133266680194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=3241530133266680194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/3241530133266680194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/3241530133266680194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-light-weight-nerd.html' title='I&apos;m a Light-Weight Nerd'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8587832671096063996</id><published>2009-01-15T15:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:32:14.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God Made Moms</title><content type='html'>Answers given by 2nd grade children to the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did God make Mothers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's the only one who kows where the scotch tape is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mostly to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;3. To help us out when we were getting born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did God make Mothers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.&lt;br /&gt;3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What ingredients are Mothers made of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God makes Mothers our of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.&lt;br /&gt;2. They had to get their start from men's bones. They then mostly used string, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did God give you your Mother and not some other Mom?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We're related.&lt;br /&gt;2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kind of little girl was your Mom?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.&lt;br /&gt;3. They say she used to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did Mom need to know about Dad before she married him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His last name.&lt;br /&gt;2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?&lt;br /&gt;3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did your Mom marry your Dad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. She got too old to do anything else with him.&lt;br /&gt;3. My Grandma said that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's the boss at your house?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because Dad's such a goofball.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I guess Mom is, but only becasue she has a lot more to do than Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the difference between moms and dads?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.&lt;br /&gt;2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power because that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.&lt;br /&gt;4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does your mom do in her spare time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mothers don't do spare time.&lt;br /&gt;2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would it take to make your Mom perfect?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside I think some kind of plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd dye it, maybe blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. she has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8587832671096063996?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8587832671096063996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8587832671096063996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8587832671096063996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8587832671096063996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-god-made-moms.html' title='Why God Made Moms'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-1235383148379004593</id><published>2008-12-30T13:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:05:55.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection Hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...particularly when it comes at you from out of the blue and from places you least expect it. I know I can be very sensitive and emotional which maybe helps to explain the hurt, but understanding that doesn't make it less painful. Hopefully this too shall pass, but right now the wound is deep and it's barely scabbed over. I pray that eventually the wound will heal and leave only a small scar. But one thing I know is that my life has been changed because of the situation and I fear I am going to have a difficult time re-establishing trust. Right now I am just avoiding because it hurts less that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-1235383148379004593?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1235383148379004593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=1235383148379004593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1235383148379004593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1235383148379004593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/12/rejection-hurts.html' title='Rejection Hurts...'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-1206438399421650888</id><published>2008-11-22T08:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:52:04.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Controversy</title><content type='html'>"In the first two weeks since the election, President-elect Barack Obama has broken with a tradition established over the past eight years through his controversial use of complete sentences, political observers say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of Americans who watched Mr. Obama's appearance on CBS's 60 Minutes on Sunday witnessed the president-elect's unorthodox verbal tic, which had Mr. Obama employing grammatically correct sentences virtually every time he opened his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mr. Obama's decision to use complete sentences in his public pronouncements carries with it certain risks, since after the last eight years many Americans may find his odd speaking style jarring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to presidential historian Davis Logsdon of the University of Minnesota, some Americans might find it "alienating" to have a president who speaks English as if it were his first language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every time Obama opens his mouth, his subjects and verbs are in agreement," says Mr. Logsdon. "If he keeps it up, he is running the risk of sounding like an elitist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The historian said that if Mr. Obama insists on using complete sentences in his speeches, the public may find itself saying, "Okay, subject, predicate, subject predicate -- we get it, stop showing off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president-elect's stubborn insistence on using complete sentences has already attracted a rebuke from one of his harshest critics, Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talking with complete sentences there and also too talking in a way that ordinary Americans like Joe the Plumber and Tito the Builder can't really do there, I think needing to do that isn't tapping into what Americans are needing also," she said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andy Borowitz is a comedian and writer whose work appears in The New Yorker and The New York Times, and at his award-winning humor site, BorowitzReport.com. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-1206438399421650888?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1206438399421650888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=1206438399421650888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1206438399421650888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1206438399421650888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-controversy.html' title='Obama Controversy'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8058852798964279314</id><published>2008-11-11T09:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:52:36.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Keith Olbermann!</title><content type='html'>I have been very disturbed by Prop 8 in California and the fact that it strips people of rights they already had as well as denies them the vry basic human right of creating a family unit. Keith Olbermann's Special Comment last night on MSNBC brought tears to my eyes.  He put it all so simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/27652443#27652443" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me cry to think that there are people in this nation whose are so filled with hate (or is it fear?) that they feel the need to keep people surpressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8058852798964279314?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8058852798964279314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8058852798964279314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8058852798964279314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8058852798964279314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-heart-keith-olbermann.html' title='I Heart Keith Olbermann!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8946852628881376541</id><published>2008-11-05T15:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:20:53.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Don't Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SRIXdgSbEJI/AAAAAAAAAls/Z2FnIqwgzuk/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265296710000382098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SRIXdgSbEJI/AAAAAAAAAls/Z2FnIqwgzuk/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today should be a very happy, joyous day in this country, but the ugliness of hate continues to rear its head. Barack Obama has been elected 44th President of the United States. His election brings such hope to a country where we have even been denying we are American. I now feel I can proudly hold my head high and admit I am American. There were no boos from the crowd when he mentioned McCain in his acceptance speech, unlike all the boos in McCain's concession speech. The smiles and tears running down the faces of the people in the crowd said it all. I was so moved by emotion and hope, something that I have not experienced in the last 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sadly, the hate spewed by McCain and Palin throughout the campaign continues to hurt. The brother of one of my oldest and dearest friends posted the following on my Facebook page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you should invest in a 55 gallon barrel of vaseline. . .enjoy your delusional state of mind, while you are able to. now you'll have another new kid to chase around the block. i'm sure youre right, as your messiah has arrived. good luck, but keep the barrel nearby."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has bothered me all day. To me it's offensive and hateful and is a continuation of all the crap thrown around by Sarah Palin and John McCain. I just want to wash my hands. Needless to say, I've removed him as a friend on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SRIXdgSbEJI/AAAAAAAAAls/Z2FnIqwgzuk/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8946852628881376541?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8946852628881376541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8946852628881376541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8946852628881376541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8946852628881376541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-dont-understand.html' title='I Just Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SRIXdgSbEJI/AAAAAAAAAls/Z2FnIqwgzuk/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-6594333019391035089</id><published>2008-11-04T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:29:28.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Has Begun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SRBcFI_uJdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/nLXyKkqQgSI/s1600-h/DSC09276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264809207779960274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SRBcFI_uJdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/nLXyKkqQgSI/s400/DSC09276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye Joe the Plumber!  Go home and pay your taxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-6594333019391035089?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6594333019391035089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=6594333019391035089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6594333019391035089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6594333019391035089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-day-has-begun.html' title='A New Day Has Begun!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SRBcFI_uJdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/nLXyKkqQgSI/s72-c/DSC09276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-7949100637277825014</id><published>2008-10-18T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:56:47.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Is This Man Not Being Prosecuted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBgR6uO1E_A&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed 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Obama faced expulsion from college on more than one occasion because of insubordination and excessive demerits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...John McCain graduated with a BA in political science specializing in internal relations, and magna cum laude from Harvard with a JD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Joe Biden went to 5 colleges before graduating with a BA in journalism (hoping to be a sportscaster)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Sarah Palin graduated with a BA in history and a BA in political science from University of Delaware and a JD from Syracuse University?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Barack Obama crashed 3 planes because of recklessness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...John McCain had only been married once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Barack Obama abandoned his first wife after she was horribly disfigured in an auto accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Barack Obama met his second wife in a bar, had a long term affair with her, and took out a marriage license before his divorce was final?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Barack Obama has been found to have exercised "poor judgment" by the Senate Ethics Committee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Michelle Obama had an addiction to drugs and had entered into a hush-hush plea bargain and court-imposed rehab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Michelle Obama stole drugs from a charity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Barack and Michelle Obama had 9 homes and 13 cars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...John and Cindy McCain had 1 home and 1 car? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Barack Obama referred to his wife as a cunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW WOULD THIS ELECTION BE DIFFERENT?&lt;br /&gt;RACISM AT ITS BEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-6063697524295516720?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-6448397260134437821</id><published>2008-10-04T09:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:20:41.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message for Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZsO7dZ__iw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZsO7dZ__iw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-6448397260134437821?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6448397260134437821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=6448397260134437821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6448397260134437821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6448397260134437821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/message-for-sarah-palin.html' title='A Message for Sarah Palin'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-5649010856310893434</id><published>2008-09-30T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:38:20.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border:1px #000 solid; width:300px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  align="center" bgcolor="#999999" padding="0" margin="0"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Which Twilight Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/stat/4447/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/4447jasper.jpg" alt="Jasper Hale" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Jasper Hale&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:#000;"&gt;You're Most Like:Jasper Hale&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be off to the side, you are soft-spoken, But you get the job done, not to mention you never fail to cheer a Friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;How do you compare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/test/CatherineCan/4447/Which-Twilight-Character-Are-You-"&gt; Take this test!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;Tests from Testriffic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.7NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjI3OTYxMzc*MzcmcHQ9MTIyMjc5NjE2MDk2OCZwPTE3OTM1MSZkPSZuPSZnPTEmdD*mbz**ZDMyNDAzMmUyMWY*OWVmOTg1NmJkYzRmNTI1OGNlMA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-5649010856310893434?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5649010856310893434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=5649010856310893434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/5649010856310893434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/5649010856310893434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am.html' title='I am....'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-7970899384936353275</id><published>2008-09-28T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:46:05.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the Real John McCain Please Stand Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GEtZlR3zp4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GEtZlR3zp4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-7970899384936353275?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7970899384936353275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=7970899384936353275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7970899384936353275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7970899384936353275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-real-john-mccain-please-stand-up.html' title='Will the Real John McCain Please Stand Up?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-509631871553726687</id><published>2008-09-25T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:03:02.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!</title><content type='html'>Can Sarah Palin be any less informed?  I'll get back to you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xpb7z_PjbAs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xpb7z_PjbAs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the McCain camp is really trying to play political games.  McCain says he's suspending his campaign and wants to delay the first debate.  So...they need to get 4 debates in during the next 19 days...3 presidential and 1 vice presidential.  If they have to delay the first presidential debate, they will most likely have to cancel another. Now....which debate do you think they will cancel??  Obviously not a presidential debate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT BLINK BARACK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-509631871553726687?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/509631871553726687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=509631871553726687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/509631871553726687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/509631871553726687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg.html' title='OMG!!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8204664664613011070</id><published>2008-09-24T16:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:21:26.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does anyone find it a wee bit terrifying that the man who wants complete and total control of almost a billion dollars of our money with no oversight was known as &lt;strong&gt;MR RISK&lt;/strong&gt; while he was at Goldman?? That he increased their debt ceiling from $20 million to $100 million? That he walked away in 1996 with over $50 million in salary and bonuses? And this is who we want to trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8204664664613011070?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8204664664613011070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8204664664613011070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8204664664613011070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8204664664613011070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-risk.html' title='Mr. Risk'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2776353847874881185</id><published>2008-09-23T12:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:36:39.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Honestly Say I'm Scared and Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I find that in recent days I am always close to tears when it comes to the continual news of the economic collapse of our country and the class warfare that is going on. I used to laugh about it but I can't anymore. I'm sad and depressed, and feel totally and completely helpless. This country is being completely looted by the rich and hyper rich. There will be NOTHING left when George W. Bush and his criminal cronies leave office. And, the prospect of McCain and Palin stepping into those shoes and continuing the policies that have brought this entire country to the brink of bankruptcy terrifies me. We don't need to be concerned about foreign terrorism...we have homegrown terrorists in the shape and form of our elected government officials. We are being asked to trust those very people who have brought us to the brink of total destruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Constitution has been completely gutted and &lt;strong&gt;We, the People&lt;/strong&gt;, have had our rights taken from us. We are &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; fighting a war to establish a democratic government in a country that has no desire for and/or knowledge of a democratic government, but at the same time our rights have been spat on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My assets are diminshing in value and I am going to be asked to pay to put money in the pockets of the hyper wealthy and lobbyists. This country cannot afford to fund education and health care for everyone, but we can afford to bail out these financial institutions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And, once this bail out is completed and we are all line up to file bankruptcy, will the Republicans turn around and spin this to say look how we saved Wall Street? When we all line up to file bankruptcy, and discover that under the Bankruptcy &lt;strong&gt;REFORM&lt;/strong&gt; Act we can't get out from under our debts, who can we look to to bail us out? Isn't it ironic that Wall Street can make all kinds of bad investments, huge bonuses and gold parachutes to CEOs, and walk away scott free, but those of us funding the bail out cannot get out from under our debts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where is the help for all the students who are burdened with student loans? For the people living on social security disability who cannot afford to rent an apartment, buy medications, etc. For the elderly living on fixed incomes? For children whose schools are failing? Where is the help for 99.9% of all Americans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And how can anyone in this country say they are undecided???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-2776353847874881185?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2776353847874881185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2776353847874881185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2776353847874881185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2776353847874881185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-honestly-say-im-scared-and.html' title='I Can Honestly Say I&apos;m Scared and Depressed'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-5704097142073102913</id><published>2008-09-22T13:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:09:26.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You John McCain</title><content type='html'>This was made by a friend of Aimee's.  Pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJThPjvscFs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJThPjvscFs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-5704097142073102913?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5704097142073102913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=5704097142073102913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/5704097142073102913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/5704097142073102913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-john-mccain.html' title='Thank You John McCain'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-212774093460298937</id><published>2008-09-21T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:12:26.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PBS Poll</title><content type='html'>PBS has a poll on their website of whether Sarah Palin is qualified to be Vice President.  What is scary is that right now "yes" is winning.  I really want someone running the country who, after attending 5 different colleges, finally got a BA in journalism.  Wow..that will impress world leaders, won't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pbs.org/now/polls/poll-435.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-212774093460298937?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/212774093460298937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=212774093460298937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/212774093460298937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/212774093460298937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/pbs-poll.html' title='PBS Poll'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-1998373361034933740</id><published>2008-09-18T11:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:07:09.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palin'/><title type='text'>Is This A Nightmare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So today Sarah Palin and John McCain were in Cedar Rapids, IA. Sarah was a little confused geographically since she thought she was in Grand Rapids. Nevertheless, she was enthusiastically telling everyone what a Palin-McCain Administration would accomplish. Did I miss something? When did she become the Presidential nominee? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If this is a nightmare, someone PLEASE wake me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-1998373361034933740?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1998373361034933740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=1998373361034933740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1998373361034933740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1998373361034933740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-this-nightmare.html' title='Is This A Nightmare?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8424977117725649521</id><published>2008-09-18T11:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:56:47.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palin'/><title type='text'>Sarah Palin's Impressive Education</title><content type='html'>Hawaii Pacific University - 1 semester&lt;br /&gt;North Idaho College - 2 semesters - general study&lt;br /&gt;University of Idaho - 2 semesters - journalism&lt;br /&gt;Matanuska-Susitna College - 1 semester&lt;br /&gt;University of Idaho - 3 semesters - B.A. in journalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely the educational experience I want running my country!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8424977117725649521?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8424977117725649521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8424977117725649521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8424977117725649521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8424977117725649521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palins-impressive-education.html' title='Sarah Palin&apos;s Impressive Education'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8064480486202948939</id><published>2008-09-05T06:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:59:08.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's An Elitist?</title><content type='html'>The Republicans love to call Barack Obama an elitist. Vanity Fair has now figured out the cost of the outfits that Laura Bush and Cindy McCain wore at the Republican convention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Bush:&lt;br /&gt;Oscar de la Renta suit: $2,500&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Weitzman heels: $325&lt;br /&gt;Pearl stud earrings: $600–$1,500&lt;br /&gt;Total: &lt;strong&gt;Between $3,425 and $4,325&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy McCain:&lt;br /&gt;Oscar de la Renta dress: $3,000&lt;br /&gt;Chanel J12 White Ceramic Watch: $4,500&lt;br /&gt;Three-carat diamond earrings: $280,000&lt;br /&gt;Four-strand pearl necklace: $11,000–$25,000&lt;br /&gt;Shoes, designer unknown: $600&lt;br /&gt;Total: &lt;strong&gt;Between $299,100 and $313,100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE OUTFIT VALUED AT MORE THAN MOST PEOPLE EARN IN A YEAR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8064480486202948939?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8064480486202948939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8064480486202948939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8064480486202948939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8064480486202948939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/whos-elitist.html' title='Who&apos;s An Elitist?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8010819727379145810</id><published>2008-08-22T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:19:02.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Relaxation and Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week Deb and I attended the annual Needlework Guild of Minnesota retreat in Buffalo, MN. It's a week we always look forward to anxiously and bemoan when it's over. This year we went a day earlier so we could have time to settle in and make more than a quick trip to the local yarn shop. We again had the Garden Room as our independent study room. We weren't happy about that because we had a bad experience there our first year. But this year it was just fine; I can actually say I enjoyed it. The light during the day is wonderful because of all the skylights and glass wall overlooking the lake, but in the evening it's not so ideal. Still, we both had our Ott lights and that helped. We staked our claim to a table and remained there the entire week. I was busy working on knitting a pair of socks for Aimee as part of Ravelympics and Deb was working on one of the most gorgeous Quaker samplers I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vWqtWeGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/umchULI6D6Y/s1600-h/DSC09038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237527326867486818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vWqtWeGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/umchULI6D6Y/s320/DSC09038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 3 classes from Lauren Sauer (Forget-Me-Not In Stitches). This is one of my favorites. It's called Key to My Heart. The heart is stitched in wonderful silks. When it is opened, it contains an antique key. On the inside, the heart design is simply back stitched; on the back the heart design has some color; and the front is in full color. It's very easy and so very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vXKxuOuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UuKJMEvQrPo/s1600-h/DSC09015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237527335475755746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vXKxuOuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UuKJMEvQrPo/s320/DSC09015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things the Guild did for a fundraiser this year is have a silent auction for 18 handmade aprons the Guild used in the past for something or other (I can't remember the original purpose of them). When the Guild moved about a year ago, they were going through all they had accumulated and ran across the box of aprons. They were going to simply throw them out until someone thought of auctioning them off. The aprons were displayed on a clothes line stretched over the stairs going from the entrance of the retreat center to the lower level. Some of those aprons went for BIG bucks! One woman also took all the aprons and photographed them individually and made them into an extremely beautiful calendar, which they also sold as a fundraiser. Of course, I had to get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vXTpshKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/cisQQ1KlNXU/s1600-h/DSC09083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237527337858008226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vXTpshKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/cisQQ1KlNXU/s320/DSC09083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Show and Tell at the annual meeting, 9 Guild members brought the neighborhood round robin they had worked on for the past 2 years. They were SO beautiful! This was my favorite, done by the "infamous" Kathe Lyndsley...stitcher extraordinare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vYbTDxzI/AAAAAAAAAjk/YVw9TqcP6CU/s1600-h/DSC09027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237527357090416434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vYbTDxzI/AAAAAAAAAjk/YVw9TqcP6CU/s320/DSC09027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I love most about this retreat, besides the opportunity to do nothing but stitch, eat and sleep, is the peacefulness of the retreat itself. We saw some of the most spectacular sunsets this year. I'm already anxious for next August to roll around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vY-kMqTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/k0f0BVQt_h0/s1600-h/DSC09084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237527366557542706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vY-kMqTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/k0f0BVQt_h0/s320/DSC09084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15748797-8010819727379145810?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8010819727379145810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8010819727379145810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8010819727379145810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8010819727379145810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-of-relaxation-and-creation.html' title='A Week of Relaxation and Creation'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SK9vWqtWeGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/umchULI6D6Y/s72-c/DSC09038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-6256548392823775634</id><published>2008-08-07T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:16:12.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Read</title><content type='html'>Let’s see how many you have read from this list. This is what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Underline the books you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;4) Reprint this list in your own Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;4. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Great Expectations, Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Little Women, Louisa May Alcott&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Middlemarch, George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;em&gt;Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez&lt;br /&gt;33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;David Copperfield, Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;em&gt;Persuasion, Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Dune, Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;em&gt;Emma, Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;em&gt;Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Watership Down, Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;em&gt;Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Animal Farm, George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian&lt;br /&gt;50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;em&gt;The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;53. The Stand, Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56. The BFG, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell&lt;br /&gt;59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer&lt;br /&gt;60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;strong&gt;Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Mort, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;67. The Magus, John Fowles&lt;br /&gt;68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding&lt;br /&gt;71. Perfume, Patrick Süskind&lt;br /&gt;72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell&lt;br /&gt;73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;74. Matilda, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;strong&gt;Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;78. Ulysses, James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;em&gt;Bleak House, Charles Dickens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;81. The Twits, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith&lt;br /&gt;83. Holes, Louis Sachar&lt;br /&gt;84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake&lt;br /&gt;85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy&lt;br /&gt;86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;strong&gt;Brave New World, Aldous Huxley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;89. Magician, Raymond E Feist&lt;br /&gt;90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;The Godfather, Mario Puzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;strong&gt;The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;strong&gt;Katherine, Anya Seton&lt;/strong&gt; **my all-time favorite book!**&lt;br /&gt;96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer&lt;br /&gt;97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez&lt;br /&gt;98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;100. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-6256548392823775634?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6256548392823775634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=6256548392823775634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6256548392823775634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6256548392823775634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-read.html' title='The Big Read'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-7715417121843106367</id><published>2008-07-21T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:02:26.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1109633455a.jpg"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=2088N" target="_blank"&gt;What Starbucks drink are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;White Chocolate Mocha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are mostly like this drink because this drink looks like regular coffe on the outside, just like you seem to be normal. In really, you are both really great and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table width='50%'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;White Chocolate Mocha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;De-Caf Latte&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Espresso Shots&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Frappacino&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTY2NDE1MjU5MTEmcHQ9MTIxNjY*MTU5OTQ1OCZwPTY5MDgxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't quite see myself as White Chocolate Mocha..seeing as I don't particularly like chocolate and never drink mochas.  Oh well....must be because I'm so sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-7715417121843106367?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7715417121843106367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=7715417121843106367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7715417121843106367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7715417121843106367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-starbucks-drink-are-you-created.html' title=''/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-106823977835907973</id><published>2008-07-09T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:07:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your These Fireworks Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefireworkstest/fireworks-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are focused, single minded, and intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't let others see your intensity often, and when they do, they are quite surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You burn brightly, but you also burn steadily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the endurance to get the one thing you desire most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefireworkstest/"&gt;The Fireworks Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-106823977835907973?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/106823977835907973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=106823977835907973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/106823977835907973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/106823977835907973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-4600820824378541351</id><published>2008-07-02T07:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T07:19:04.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Failure...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; COLOR: #000000; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="72" src="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/wife.jpg" width="72" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+3;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;As a 1930s wife, I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;Very Poor (Failure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/"&gt;Take the test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;It must have been those crooked seams in the hose....or wearing pajamas instead of a nightgown....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-4600820824378541351?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4600820824378541351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=4600820824378541351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4600820824378541351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4600820824378541351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-failure.html' title='I&apos;m A Failure...........'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-6686666251842635571</id><published>2008-07-01T16:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:14:29.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks and Yarn Questionnaire</title><content type='html'>1. Full name:  &lt;strong&gt;Neila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ravelry ID:  &lt;strong&gt;Neila (I know..original but easy to remember.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Email address:  &lt;strong&gt;bezweesh@aol.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blog address (if you have one): &lt;strong&gt; neilasnotes.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Handmade item you desire in the swap (bag, cup cozy, etc.):  &lt;strong&gt;I am actually okay with any of the items.  I love to be surprised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Starbucks item you desire (gift card, mug, beans, etc.):  &lt;strong&gt;I absolutely love Starbucks mugs, but anything would be wonderful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Starbucks beverage/bean:  &lt;strong&gt;I'm a nonfat no whip latte girl.  I absolutely LOVE pumpkin spice lattes but they are only a fall/winter specialty drink.  I also like gingerbread lattes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite snack food: &lt;strong&gt; Without a doubt, popcorn!  I also like hard candies, particularly anything black currant or rhubarb.  I'm not a chocolate person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color(s):  &lt;strong&gt;Blues and purples..think peacocks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite fragrance:  &lt;strong&gt;Lilac and jasmine, or spicy fragrances, like clove and cinnamon.  I am very into Yankee Candles and my favorite is harvest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What types of things do you like to knit?  &lt;strong&gt;Mainly socks, but I also enjoy bags and sweaters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you spin?  &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you dye your own yarn? &lt;strong&gt; No, but eventually would like to learn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite yarns:  &lt;strong&gt;I don't really have a favorite.  I love them all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite needles: &lt;strong&gt; I love the Knit Pick Harmony needles, but am up to trying something new.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have any allergies?  &lt;strong&gt;Yes, cats and dust mainly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you be willing to prepare an angel kit if necessary? &lt;strong&gt; Of course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you have any special requests?  &lt;strong&gt;No, other than lots of communication and lots of fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have any pets? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is your home smoking or nonsmoking? &lt;strong&gt;Nonsmoking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-6686666251842635571?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6686666251842635571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=6686666251842635571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6686666251842635571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6686666251842635571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/07/starbucks-and-yarn-questionnaire.html' title='Starbucks and Yarn Questionnaire'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-9048898996782107564</id><published>2008-06-28T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:20:27.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaic Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SGa4ZSRljpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vQ7JfCnhm-k/s1600-h/mosaic2922130%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217059962897141394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SGa4ZSRljpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vQ7JfCnhm-k/s320/mosaic2922130%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Flickr.com and type your answers to the following questions (one at a time) into the Search Box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions are:&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;6. Favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8. Favourite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;11. One word to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your flickr name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose 1 image from the FIRST page of results, remember the image you choose doesn't have to be exactly what you were looking for - just the image you like best from the first page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy your URLs to the Mosaic Maker &lt;a href="bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"target="0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and publish your mosaic to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Aimee, Jennifer and Debbie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-9048898996782107564?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9048898996782107564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=9048898996782107564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/9048898996782107564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/9048898996782107564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/06/mosaic-meme.html' title='Mosaic Meme'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SGa4ZSRljpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vQ7JfCnhm-k/s72-c/mosaic2922130%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-1635343815591407707</id><published>2008-06-18T06:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:36:54.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee and Yarn....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SFjzGXKKLMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/GRL9KJNBQqQ/s1600-h/coffee+cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213183859302739138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SFjzGXKKLMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/GRL9KJNBQqQ/s200/coffee+cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...........what more could a girl want? I've joined another cool swap called &lt;a href="http://starbucksandyarn.blogspot.com/" target="0"&gt;Starbucks and Yarn&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out and join us if you enjoy the goodness of Starbucks and the warmth of yarn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15748797-1635343815591407707?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1635343815591407707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=1635343815591407707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1635343815591407707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1635343815591407707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/06/coffee-and-yarn.html' title='Coffee and Yarn....'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SFjzGXKKLMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/GRL9KJNBQqQ/s72-c/coffee+cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-403533964288565862</id><published>2008-05-22T08:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:20:14.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner Is.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;All season long we have been spending Tuesday evenings at my brother's house watching American Idol in his "theatre room" (complete with 105" projection TV screen and incredible surround sound.) We would have dinner while AI recorded on the DVR. Then we'd settle and got comfy. It was almost like being in the theatre itself. Everyone appeared almost lifesize. We had a friendly pool going among a few people and we all had our favorites. My brother and sister-in-law bemoaned Carly Smithson's exit, and I pouted when Jason Castro went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This week we changed the plans and had a big American Idol Winner party with most of the pool participants (except Aimee...but she was invited!) We had burgers and dogs on the grill, potato salad, baked beans, chips, and all the makings of a summer picnic. The weather was absolutely perfect and the atmosphere was electric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Around 800, we finally settled in to watch the 2 hour finale. It was fun to see the Top 12 again and relive the season. The guest performers were great...Seal, Donna Sommer, ZZ Top, George Michael. LOVED the Guitar Hero commercials done Risky Business style...David Cook definitely won that competition! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Finally, it's the end of the show. David C and David A stood together on the stage. David C, who seemed like a big brother to David A, had his arm around David A's shoulder, almost like he had to hold onto him so neither of them fell over. They both looked so nervous, so anxious, so apprehensive. Even among our party participants you could feel the tension. The envelope was brought out and certified that the voting had been the highest in the history of the show...over 97 million votes!! (I cast 20 of those.) Ryan Seacreast opened the envelope, looked at the two Davids, and said "The Winner of American Idol Season 7 Is........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;AND THE DVR RECORDING ENDED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yes, the recording ended!! There was a moment of silence in the room and then we all, in one voice, screamed "NO!" We had no idea who won and no chance to see the final performance! Diane ran upstairs to see if the recording she was making on a TV upstairs had recorded the end only to discover that that, too, had stopped at the same point. (DAMN COMCAST!!) So, Diane then RAN to the office where she got on the internet. There was a V-E-R-Y L-O-N-G period of anticipation before she yelled "DAVID COOK!" Then there was more celebrating! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So much drama!! We have decided that Mike's tombstone is going to say "And TheWinner Is..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Anyway, here is the finale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HByINm6Bgbs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HByINm6Bgbs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-403533964288565862?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/403533964288565862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=403533964288565862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/403533964288565862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/403533964288565862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner Is.........'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-9156823469412101718</id><published>2008-05-03T18:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:56:15.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the Hogwarts Express!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SBz6a0J8TOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nuC2CQxwmSo/s1600-h/hsks5Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SBz6a0J8TOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nuC2CQxwmSo/s320/hsks5Logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196303408662596834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Hogwarts Express leaves Platform 9-3/4 on May 14th.  If you'd like to join the Hogwarts Sock Kit Swap, be on board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy knitting socks (or would like to try knitting socks...or just collect yarn!), lots of animated conversation, making great friends (and occasionally rivals), Quidditch contests, House Quizzes and creating and exchanging sock kits, then HSKS 5 is the place to be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out at &lt;a href="http://hskswap.com/index.html"target="0"&gt;HSKS 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-9156823469412101718?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9156823469412101718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=9156823469412101718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/9156823469412101718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/9156823469412101718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/05/join-hogwarts-express.html' title='Join the Hogwarts Express!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SBz6a0J8TOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nuC2CQxwmSo/s72-c/hsks5Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2898600231797050276</id><published>2008-04-24T06:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:42:29.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Celebrate A Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SBByhEJ8TII/AAAAAAAAAeo/cOYPYyaCEvg/s1600-h/1030_1440242558_custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192776282734873730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SBByhEJ8TII/AAAAAAAAAeo/cOYPYyaCEvg/s320/1030_1440242558_custom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter-in-law, Darcy, is a breast cancer survivor. Here, in her words, is what she is doing to celebrate life after cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was diagnosed with breast cancer almost six years ago. I was 28, married and had a 1 year old daughter. I was fortunate to have the support of my family and friends through the entire process. It seemed that there was always someone there to count on when I needed assistance. I appreciated all the things I received. Some of you sent letters with words of encouragement, watched Ellie so I could rest or go to a doctor's appointment, said prayers, facilitated a conversation about something other than cancer, offered a ride to an appointment, provided a shoulder to cry on, or a meal to give to my family. I felt so fortunate to have the support that I found within my family and circle of friends. I was lucky in that I didn't need to look outside of this network for additional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am doing well. I have not had any recurrences, and all my numbers have come back within a normal range. I am still having every nook and cranny scanned and checked every six months but I feel like I am going to beat this disease. I have recently been blessed to have a second daughter, and I look forward to raising both of my girls with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in my recovery, I want to share my story and help support other women who are dealing with breast cancer. When I saw this ride, I felt it was a good fit for me. (Other than the fact I haven't ridden my bike since last June!) I enjoy biking and understand the hardships of meal planning during cancer treatment. Some of my friends and family sent homemade meals for us to enjoy. These meals were a gift for me in that I didn't have to worry about what we were going to eat. I knew it was going to be delicious and nutritious. It was a night I would not have to smell foods while they cooked and I could rest and not be in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Arms is striving to become like the network I had, but for others who are in need. They are providing meals for breast cancer patients and their families going through treatment, as my friends and family did for me. No one can offer a 100 percent cure, but we can support those who are going through treatment. Everyone needs some support while going through this process, and Open Arms aims to provide that support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will You Support Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited to announce that I will be participating in the first annual Breast Cancer Ride. This two-day bicycle event, taking place June 21-22, 2008 will support those living with breast cancer in Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All proceeds benefit Open Arms of Minnesota, a nonprofit organziation that for 21 years has prepared and delivered free, nutritious meals to those affected with many diseases, including those living with breast cancer, their care givers and dependent children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please support me with a donation by selecting the "Support Me" button right above my fundraising thermometer. Our efforts will help make a big difference!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RiDE ON, LiVE ON.&lt;br /&gt;Darcy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can donate any amount, please go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.breastcancerride.org/site/TR/Events/General?px=1009601&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=1030"target"0"&gt;Darcy's Fundraising Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-2898600231797050276?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2898600231797050276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2898600231797050276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2898600231797050276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2898600231797050276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/help-celebrate-life.html' title='Help Celebrate A Life'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/SBByhEJ8TII/AAAAAAAAAeo/cOYPYyaCEvg/s72-c/1030_1440242558_custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-5178183791674765711</id><published>2008-04-22T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:41:41.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Worth Dead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/cadaver" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 395px; height: 184px; padding-top: 121px; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/500/834/cadaver.3gvr86aiyq.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;$5430.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-5178183791674765711?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5178183791674765711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=5178183791674765711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/5178183791674765711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/5178183791674765711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-im-worth-dead.html' title='What I&apos;m Worth Dead!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-713084250056913583</id><published>2008-04-08T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:30:56.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fairy Name</title><content type='html'>Your fairy is called &lt;i&gt;Berry Elfglitter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerful sprite.&lt;br /&gt;She lives in fruit orchards and vineyards.&lt;br /&gt;She is only seen in the light of a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;She wears red, cerise and purple berry colours. She has delicate green wings like a cicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Get&lt;/a&gt; your free fairy name here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-713084250056913583?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/713084250056913583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=713084250056913583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/713084250056913583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/713084250056913583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-fairy-name.html' title='My Fairy Name'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8309322452990012452</id><published>2008-03-21T11:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:21:03.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh....Spring in MN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spring has FINALLY come to MN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R-PhF8ApFTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/x60xPAE9jow/s1600-h/DSC08380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180231488530617650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R-PhF8ApFTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/x60xPAE9jow/s320/DSC08380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the first steaks on the grill.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180231501415519554" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R-PhGsApFUI/AAAAAAAAAck/gH638PT7lAM/s320/DSC08382.JPG" width="671" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...getting the ole wave runner out on the lakes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R-PhHMApFVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mx_tJGOkCQo/s1600-h/DSC08384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180231510005454162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R-PhHMApFVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mx_tJGOkCQo/s320/DSC08384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...the wonderful smell of freshly cut grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where should I hide those Easter eggs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8309322452990012452?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8309322452990012452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8309322452990012452' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8309322452990012452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8309322452990012452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhhhspring-in-mn.html' title='Ahhhh....Spring in MN'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R-PhF8ApFTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/x60xPAE9jow/s72-c/DSC08380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8049911985507672742</id><published>2008-03-05T11:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:20:58.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie Izzard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R87WWZWeVDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4g0FJwOPoQQ/s1600-h/stripped_image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R87WWZWeVDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4g0FJwOPoQQ/s200/stripped_image1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174308702145893426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YAY!!! I was able to get presale "fanclub" tickets to see Eddie Izzard when he is in Minneapolis in May! General tickets go on sale March 16. It was a frantic morning trying to get that password to be able to buy presale tickets, but I got it and managed to get tickets. My fellow Eddie freak, Maria, will be coming from Toronto to go with me. We've seen him together in Toronto and Montreal several times. This time she's coming to Minneapolis. It will be fun, fun...FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8049911985507672742?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8049911985507672742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8049911985507672742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8049911985507672742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8049911985507672742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/eddie-izzard.html' title='Eddie Izzard'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R87WWZWeVDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4g0FJwOPoQQ/s72-c/stripped_image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-6409206456990705929</id><published>2008-03-03T21:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:20:43.926-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MerryCox'/><title type='text'>Merry Cox Workshop</title><content type='html'>I have finally gotten back to working on the piece for the Merry Cox workshop next weekend.  It's a lot of fun to stitch but I definitely need good light and a magnifier.  It's stitched on 36 ct. and much of the work is over 1.  The photos don't capture the color of the fabric at all.  It's actually quite gold.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R8y-QXeFD1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/2YqqZGmK7UE/s1600-h/DSC08369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173719260329217874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R8y-QXeFD1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/2YqqZGmK7UE/s200/DSC08369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sheep kind of wandered from their original placement but it worked out okay.  And I'm not sure why there is a crown floating in the air but there is.....cloud formation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R8y-RHeFD2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/NhDGfKGYBTg/s1600-h/DSC08370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173719273214119778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R8y-RHeFD2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/NhDGfKGYBTg/s200/DSC08370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's onto the pincushion!  Think I can get it down by Saturday?  I don't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-6409206456990705929?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6409206456990705929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=6409206456990705929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6409206456990705929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6409206456990705929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/merry-cox-workshop.html' title='Merry Cox Workshop'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R8y-QXeFD1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/2YqqZGmK7UE/s72-c/DSC08369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-127339593367866402</id><published>2008-02-27T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:39:05.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I belong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in 1968&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/60s.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-127339593367866402?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/127339593367866402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=127339593367866402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/127339593367866402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/127339593367866402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-do-i-belong.html' title='Where do I belong?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8013016511758376245</id><published>2008-02-19T05:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T06:07:14.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Stitch Update</title><content type='html'>It's still too cold to do much besides shiver, so I keep warm by keeping that needle moving.  I hate winter but this is the winter that just doesn't want to end!  I've put a few more stitched in the Historic Mystery Sampler.  Unfortunately you can't see the sparkly gold fibers in the girl's dress.  I really like this sampler and love working with Dinky Dyes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7rEsCk_NRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iHEKo2H91q4/s1600-h/DSC08367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168659783246361874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7rEsCk_NRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iHEKo2H91q4/s320/DSC08367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the Merry Cox piece is coming along nicely.  I still have to figure out the personalization, but that shouldn't take long.  So much of this piece is over one on 36 ct so it sometimes goes very slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7rEsSk_NSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_Yg5XjYicVM/s1600-h/DSC08366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168659787541329186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7rEsSk_NSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_Yg5XjYicVM/s320/DSC08366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Fair and Square package I received from Marie P.  Anyone who knows me knows I love me my coffee so I was quite excited to open this package and find a coffee themed square along with fibers (can we ever have too many fibers?), fabric and, COFFEE!  This square is so cute and I am going to have to figure out a way to finish it appropriatedly.  So many decisions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7rEtCk_NTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/O5E8ZW_kewI/s1600-h/DSC08364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168659800426231090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7rEtCk_NTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/O5E8ZW_kewI/s320/DSC08364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the scissor fob I received from Lily in Malaysia.  Yes, she too picked up on my coffee addition.  Isn't the fob cute?  And she too sent a variety of coffee and tea from Malaysia.  I've tried them all and loved each of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7rEtSk_NUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-PD3hGH_hN0/s1600-h/DSC08362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168659804721198402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7rEtSk_NUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-PD3hGH_hN0/s320/DSC08362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, back to adding layers before I head out the door.  BRRRRRRRRRRR!&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/15748797-8013016511758376245?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8013016511758376245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8013016511758376245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8013016511758376245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8013016511758376245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/02/cross-stitch-update.html' title='Cross Stitch Update'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7rEsCk_NRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iHEKo2H91q4/s72-c/DSC08367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-851671833600454101</id><published>2008-02-17T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T09:39:32.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Granddaughers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7hUoCk_NPI/AAAAAAAAAZI/c0SoUUCzzyQ/s1600-h/Ellie+and+Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167973619271152882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7hUoCk_NPI/AAAAAAAAAZI/c0SoUUCzzyQ/s320/Ellie+and+Roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7hUoyk_NQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/O-h-mEqxBow/s1600-h/Sophie+and+Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167973632156054786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7hUoyk_NQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/O-h-mEqxBow/s320/Sophie+and+Roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I took my granddaughters to Mall of America and had their photos taken at Sadie's.  I was blown away by the photographer and how she was able to capture the beauty of Ellie and Sophie.  They are the loves of my life.  Can it get any better than this?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-851671833600454101?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/851671833600454101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=851671833600454101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/851671833600454101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/851671833600454101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-granddaughers.html' title='Beautiful Granddaughers'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R7hUoCk_NPI/AAAAAAAAAZI/c0SoUUCzzyQ/s72-c/Ellie+and+Roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8786478810670065968</id><published>2008-02-14T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:08:34.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All The Leaders Gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The following is from Lee Iacocca's New Book... Maybe he should be running for president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember Lee Iacocca, the man who rescued Chrysler Corporation from it's death throes? He has a new book, and here are some excerpts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Iacocca Says:'Am I the only guy in this country who's fed up with what's happening? Where the hell is our outrage? We should be screaming bloody murder. We've got a gang of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right over a cliff, we've got corporate gangsters stealing us blind, and we can't even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car. But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads when the politicians say, 'Stay the course' Stay the course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be kidding. This is America, not the damned'Titanic.' I'll give you a sound bite: 'Throw all the bums out!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm getting senile, that I've gone off my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to speak up. I hardly recognize this country anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most famous business leaders are not the innovators but the guys in handcuffs. While we're fiddling in Iraq, the Middle East is burning and nobody seems to know what to do. And the press is waving 'pom-poms' instead of asking hard questions. That's not the promise of the ' America ' my parents and yours traveled across the ocean for. I've had enough. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go a step further. You can't call yourself a patriot if you're not outraged. This is a fight I'm ready and willing to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biggest 'C' is Crisis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders are made, not born. Leadership is forged in times of crisis. It's easy to sit there with your feet up on the desk and talk theory. Or send someone else's kids off to war when you've never seen a battlefield yourself. It's another thing to lead when your world comes tumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 11, 2001, we needed a strong leader more than any other time in our history. We needed a steady hand to guide us out of the ashes. A Hell of a Mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's where we stand. We're immersed in a bloody war with no plan for winning and no plan for leaving. We're running the biggest deficit in the history of the country. We're losing the manufacturing edge to Asia, while our once-great companies are getting slaughtered by health care costs. Gasprices are skyrocketing, and nobody in power has a coherent energy policy. Our schools are in trouble. Our borders are like sieves. The middle classis being squeezed every which way These are times that cry out for leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you look around, you've got to ask: 'Where have all the leaders gone?' Where are the curious, creative communicators? Where are the people of character, courage, conviction, omnipotence, and common sense? I may be a sucker for alliteration, but I think you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name me a leader who has a better idea for homeland security than making us take off our shoes in airports and throw away our shampoo? We've spent billions of dollars building a huge new bureaucracy, and all we know how to do is react to things that have already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name me one leader who emerged from the crisis of Hurricane Katrina. Congress has yet to spend a single day evaluating the response to the hurricane, or demanding accountability for the decisions that were made in the crucial hours after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's hunkering down, fingers crossed, hoping it doesn't happen again.  Now, that's just crazy. Storms happen. Deal with it. Make a plan. Figure out what you're going to do the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name me an industry leader who is thinking creatively about how we can restore our competitive edge in manufacturing. Who would have believed that there could ever be a time when 'The Big Three' referred to Japanese car companies? How did this happen, and more important, what are we going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name me a government leader who can articulate a plan for paying down the debt, or solving the energy crisis, or managing the health care problem. The silence is deafening. But these are the crises that are eating away at our country and milking the middle class dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have news for the gang in Congress. We didn't elect you to sit on your asses and do nothing and remain silent while our democracy is being hijacked and our greatness is being replaced with mediocrity. What is everybody so afraid of? That some bonehead on Fox News will call them a name? Give me a break. Why don't you guys show some spine for a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm not trying to be the voice of gloom and doom here. I'm trying to light a fire. I'm speaking out because I have hope I believe in America. In my lifetime I've had the privilege of living through some of America's greatest moments. I've also experienced some of our worst crises: the 'Great Depression', 'World War II', the 'Korean War', the 'Kennedy Assassination', the 'Vietnam War', the 1970s oil crisis, and the struggles of recent years culminating with 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've learned one thing, it's this: 'You don't get anywhere by standing on the sidelines waiting for somebody else to take action. Whether it's building a better car or building a better future for our children, we all have a role to play. That's the challenge I'm raising in this book. It's a call to 'Action' for people who, like me, believe in America. It's not too late, but it's getting pretty close. So let's shake off the crap and go to work. Let's tell 'em all we've had 'enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Excerpted from 'Where Have All the Leaders Gone?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright (c) 2007 by Lee Iacocca. All rights reserved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8786478810670065968?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8786478810670065968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8786478810670065968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8786478810670065968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8786478810670065968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-have-all-leaders-gone.html' title='Where Have All The Leaders Gone?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8662932331894168706</id><published>2008-02-14T10:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:59:19.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Experienced While Flying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was the woman sitting behind me who would not put her purse under the seat in front of her in preparation for landing. She continued to tell the flight attendant she would do it and the flight attendant informed her that she had to see her put it under the seat. The woman wouldn’t do it and the flight attendant kept insisting that she do it while she was watching. The flight attendant said that she didn’t make the rules, but those were the rules and the rules were in place for the safety of everyone. Grudingly the woman put her purse under the seat. When we landed, she was still complaining to her husband about the flight attendant forcing her to put her purse under the seat. She was absolutely livid! She was going to stay on the plane to give the flight attendant a piece of her mind and her husband kept saying, “If it will make you feel better...” Can we say pussy whipped?? Finally she decided that she wouldn’t change the flight attendant’s mind so she might as well get off the plane. Oy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the mid-20 something guy who sat across from me in the terminal in Phoenix. He opened his salad, poured the dressing on it, put the dressing container on the seat next to him (getting dressing all over the seat), and literally hunched over his salad. He reminded me of a caveman hunched over his meal with eyes flashing around in case someone was going to steal his food.  I almost had to get up and move. This guy shoveled the salad into his mouth and ate with his mouth wide open. My 6-year-old granddaughter has better manners! He’d shovel in a forkfull, lift his head and look around with food literally falling out of his mouth. I so love “see food”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my flight from Burbank to Phoenix, Gene Simmons of Kiss sat 3 rows in front of me. When we got off the plane, I kind of walked behind him a ways because it was amusing to see the reactions of people. We met one girl who got on her cell phone and was telling someone, “I’m walking past Gene Simmons now!” Other people would just pause and look. He had his sunglasses on (how uber cool!) and was very SLOWLY sauntering through the terminal. He’s quite tall and very thin. He was wearing black cowboy boots with fancy silver toes and heels. I couldn’t tell if he was walking so slowly and as far to the right as he could because he was trying to be cool and say “look at me, I’m a celebrity” or for some other reason. So now I’ve been on planes with Gene Simmons, Ruth Buzzi and Eddie Izzard. Who’s next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8662932331894168706?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8662932331894168706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8662932331894168706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8662932331894168706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8662932331894168706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-experienced-while-flying.html' title='Things Experienced While Flying...'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-3761816757069274230</id><published>2008-02-12T21:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:27:57.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/closed-quiz.aspx?quiz=31'&gt;Which High School Musical Character Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/images/results/hsm-sharpay.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com"&gt;Created by BuddyTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-3761816757069274230?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3761816757069274230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=3761816757069274230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/3761816757069274230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/3761816757069274230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/02/which-high-school-musical-character-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8595915511472782632</id><published>2008-02-10T01:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:59:50.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Aura, Man</title><content type='html'>Today Aimee, her friend Erin, and I went to the Conscious Life Expo in Los Angeles. I don't think any of us were quite sure what to expect, but that didn't stop us. Aimee and I first went to a workshop on UFO Retrievals which basically turned out to be about Roswell, NM and how our government isn't telling the public anything because they don't want to cause panic until they have all the answers. (Reminds me of the Twilight Zone episode where everyone was climbing on a spaceship to travel to the home planet of the visiting aliens when the people who were working on translating a book the aliens brought yelled, "Don't go!  It's a cookbook! Don't tell the public anything until they are about to become dinner.)  Kind of a boring workshop with not a lot of new information but it was interesting to see the age range of people in the workshop and the fact that there were probably more men than women who were very passionate about the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second workshop was on Reincarnation and, when the guy was speaking in terms I could understand, it was interesting. I did have to chuckle to myself at one point because he was talking about being a Conquistador and killing Incas for their gold in one of his prior lives and all I could think about was Bush killing Iraqis for their oil.....history being reincarnated, but that's a whole other story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was on to a workshop on Past Life Regression. I believe that we've all lived several lives and the lessons we learn or need to learn carry forward with us. I'm just not sure that this woman could actually determine past lives by merely looking at us. Some readings seemed plausible, some not so much. In my case, she said I'd lived in England (which I've always believed) and that I lived to be a very old woman (I've always said I would live to be 100) and that I had many children and many many grandchildren. I supposedly loved to tell my children stories and she suggested that I write the stories down and they would be published. I have been told in other astrological readings that I would be published so that didn't surprise me. And I do love telling my family the stories I am uncovering doing genealogy work.  Now, telling Aimee that she lived in Jersalem at the time of Jesus and was a friend and comfort to Mary after the death of Jesus stretched the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of the day for me was when we were walking through the exhibitions and came upon a booth where you could have your aura photographed and interpreted. We each decided we wanted to see our auras. We sat in a chair and put our hands on 2 metal boxes which read the pressure points in our hands and transmitted the readings electronically a computer in the camera which read it. (Don't ask me how it works; I only sat there and smiled!) After each of us had our photos taken, the women have people all around guess what color our auras would be. Most people guessed mine would be pink. Well....here's my aura in all it's glory! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R66pHCk_NHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FlMxrqI0I1Q/s1600-h/momsaura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165251761056724082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R66pHCk_NHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FlMxrqI0I1Q/s200/momsaura.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes...to my surprise my aura is pink/lavender and blue! The reading was amazing! She told me that I "see the total picture". I know how to get what I want and don't have to push to get it. She asked if I'd had a cold recently (I had) and that she saw problems with a shoulder (I have lots of problems with my right shoulder). She said a man who has passed was protecting me. That totally made sense to me because I've always believed that my uncle Duane, who was my godfather and who was killed in the Korean War, has always been there to protect me. What blew me away was when she asked me, "Who is Roger?" I was momentarily totally speechless! Roger was my stepfather who killed himself when I was 17. I didn't want to believe he was the person protecting me and I also didn't want to pursue it. There are too many painful memories surrounding Roger. More positively, she said music makes me feel good which is so spot on. My health is good, there is no cancer, but I am a worry wart. NO DUH!! The funniest parts were (1) that I should check the wires behind the TV in my bedroom because they are frayed and need to be fixed, and (2) there is a smell in the kitchen under the sink, possibly mildew...and that is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee's aura was a chaos of colors and Erin's was......well, we're sworn to secrecy! You'll have to check out Aimee's aura on &lt;a href="http://www.aimeeinchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did attend a couple other workshops where, during one, we learned that we are what we love and we love what we are focusing on at the time. So, since I'm focusing on this blog and telling you about my day, all I can say is that I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8595915511472782632?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8595915511472782632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8595915511472782632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8595915511472782632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8595915511472782632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-your-aura-man.html' title='What&apos;s Your Aura, Man'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R66pHCk_NHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FlMxrqI0I1Q/s72-c/momsaura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-774335974989445661</id><published>2008-02-06T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:34:18.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to be Committed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read today that Delta Burke checked into a psychiatric ward for depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and hoarding.  She said in an interview that hoarding (being a pack rat) ruined her life.  I do believe I may need to be committed to a psychiatric ward if hoarding is a mental illness!  Have you seen my stash lately?  Here I thought I was merely a collector.  Who knew???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-774335974989445661?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/774335974989445661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=774335974989445661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/774335974989445661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/774335974989445661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-need-to-be-committed.html' title='I Need to be Committed!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-4935269519513978840</id><published>2008-01-22T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T08:08:00.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do When It's Too Cold Outdoors To Shop</title><content type='html'>It was one darn cold weekend and I just stayed indoors the whole weekend.  In order to avoid eating and to keep warm, I kept the needles moving!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spring I will be taking a couple workshops with Merry Cox offered by the Needlework Guild of Minnesota.  The first is Shepherd's Retreat Sewing Case.  I got the kit out and started the prework, i.e., stitching!  If it is all stitched, I should be able to come home from the workship with a finished case.  It's being worked on 36 ct. antique cotton R &amp; R Reproductions Linen using Soie d'Alger Silk, Gloriana Silk, DMC and Sampler Threads.  I was only able to work on it when I had great light because much of it is done one-over-one.  I love how it's coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R5X2QHC-56I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mgGS1STblxc/s1600-h/merry+cox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R5X2QHC-56I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mgGS1STblxc/s320/merry+cox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158299704852670370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun went down and I had to go to artifical light, I worked on the historic mystery sample from Gift of Stitching Magazine.  I'm stitching it on a Lakeside Linen using Dinky Dyes silks.  This sampler is so much fun to stitch on. I hate putting it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R5X2QXC-57I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OiCXwdNV3n0/s1600-h/mystery+sampler+012208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R5X2QXC-57I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OiCXwdNV3n0/s320/mystery+sampler+012208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158299709147637682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have gotten into scissors and scissor fobs.  Here are a couple I recently ordered from etsy.  The scissors are called ice cream swirls.  Aren't they pretty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R5X2QnC-58I/AAAAAAAAAXE/BJNg-QtA460/s1600-h/scissors+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R5X2QnC-58I/AAAAAAAAAXE/BJNg-QtA460/s320/scissors+ice+cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158299713442604994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only it would get really cold with mountains of snow so I could stay home from work and just stitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-4935269519513978840?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4935269519513978840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=4935269519513978840' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4935269519513978840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4935269519513978840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-to-do-when-its-too-cold-outdoors.html' title='What To Do When It&apos;s Too Cold Outdoors To Shop'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R5X2QHC-56I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mgGS1STblxc/s72-c/merry+cox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2010289423572286621</id><published>2008-01-16T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:42:28.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recipe for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Recipe For Neila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Silliness&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Recklessness&lt;br /&gt;1 part Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish off with a little umbrella and straw&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-2010289423572286621?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2010289423572286621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2010289423572286621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2010289423572286621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2010289423572286621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/01/recipe-for-me.html' title='The Recipe for Me'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8911220292916556466</id><published>2008-01-16T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:34:30.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>I am definitely suffering from split personality!  I am once again part of the Hogwarts Sock Kit Swap (a sock knitting swap) and am a proud member of Ravenclaw House.  However, I am also Prefect of Ravenclaw House so I have two identities..Prefect in my real name and student in a name I will not mention here.  I have to remember which name to use to log into this blog and the HSKS4 blog and my own character blog, as well as Ravelry and the different Hogwarts chat rooms.  So far, so good.  I haven't slipped up and I don't think anyone has figured out who my character is (yet!)  It's only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this swap!  Jenean, the creator and Headmistress of the swap, does one &lt;strong&gt;INCREDIBLE&lt;/strong&gt; job.  I am absolutely in awe of her.  She has named me Deputy Headmistress, but I sure hope I don't have to take over her duties.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having so much fun coming up with quizzes for our House and gathering prizes.  So far the responses have been great.  I have appointed a wonderful Head Girl to help me out...Minerva Kwikspell.  I can't wait to find out her true identity at the end of the swap.  For that matter, there are quite a few members of this swap I would love to get to know more after the swap is complete ~ knitters who also love Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swap is a secret swap where everyone has a character name.  I know who I am sending a kit to (sock yarn, needles, pattern, stitch markers and handmade bag), but I have no idea who is sending to me.  I'm SO curious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's back to figuring out who I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8911220292916556466?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8911220292916556466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8911220292916556466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8911220292916556466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8911220292916556466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-6089151069028012637</id><published>2008-01-11T18:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:04:43.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of English Do You Speak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofamericanenglishdoyouspeakquiz/general.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65% General American English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% Upper Midwestern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Midwestern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Yankee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Dixie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofamericanenglishdoyouspeakquiz/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-6089151069028012637?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6089151069028012637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=6089151069028012637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6089151069028012637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6089151069028012637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-kind-of-english-do-you-speak.html' title='What Kind of English Do You Speak?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2301399763097463349</id><published>2008-01-08T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:02:04.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finishes'/><title type='text'>First and Last Finishes</title><content type='html'>Each year my group of stitching friends exchanges a Christmas ornament.  For the last several years I've drawn the name of my friend Claudia.  I know she likes things she can keep out all winter, rather than just an ornament that will hang on the tree for a short period of time.  This year I attempted a flatfold for her and really like how it turned out.  I stitched the Little House Needleworks design from the 2007 JSC Christmas ornament issue.  Excuse the poor photo!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Q2m3C-5qI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gIy4O1YA2a0/s1600-h/flatfold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153303914858079906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Q2m3C-5qI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gIy4O1YA2a0/s320/flatfold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first finish for 2008 is a Mosey 'n' Me freebie on opalescent fabric.  I notice that the Christmas tree charm, which is supposed to be in Santa's hand, is attempting to fly away!  Again...excuse the photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Q2nHC-5rI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0JgmpZnqX64/s1600-h/first+finish+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153303919153047218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Q2nHC-5rI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0JgmpZnqX64/s320/first+finish+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first start for 2008 is the historic mystery sampler from The Gift of Stitching magazine.  I'm using the suggested Dinky Dyes silks and am loving them!  I've never used Dinky Dyes before and I'm impressed.  Just holding them is like what I think it would be like to hold a cloud ~ SO soft and fluffy.  That brown blob will be a stag eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Q2nHC-5sI/AAAAAAAAAVE/BCa691v6H8A/s1600-h/mystery+sampler+010708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153303919153047234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Q2nHC-5sI/AAAAAAAAAVE/BCa691v6H8A/s320/mystery+sampler+010708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday my stitching group had our annual holiday get together.  We always wait until January after the craziness of the holiday season.  We had such a great day -- too much eating, lots of talking and some stitching!  I was introduced to French Vanilla Kahlua.  I can see a new addiction in my future!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Q2nXC-5tI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mDVxxRZ1Q0c/s1600-h/holiday+get+together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153303923448014546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Q2nXC-5tI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mDVxxRZ1Q0c/s320/holiday+get+together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front from left: Claudia and Debbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rear:  Helene, Teresa, Neila, Char&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-2301399763097463349?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2301399763097463349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2301399763097463349' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2301399763097463349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2301399763097463349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-and-last-finishes.html' title='First and Last Finishes'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Q2m3C-5qI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gIy4O1YA2a0/s72-c/flatfold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2433222417600322129</id><published>2008-01-06T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:59:33.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY CATCH UP</title><content type='html'>Our holidays were wonderful!  Aimee arrived Thursday morning and Erik came that evening.  We spent time doing that last minute shopping for all those people who had nothing on their shopping lists!  Actually we did quite good coming up with the "perfect" gifts.  Saturday afternoon Aimee and I went to Ellie's theatre production of "The Best Christmas Pageant".  We previously went on opening night (the day after Thanksgiving and the day her sister was born!) so it was fun to see it a second time.  I was so blown away by the caliber of this community theatre production.  It was GREAT and, of course, Ellie was the cutest baby angel on that stage!  That evening Erik, Aimee and I went to see Sweeney Todd.  Not sure I liked the movie, but I did like the performances of Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Aimee babysat for Sophie in the afternoon.  It snowed mountains during the day and the roads were horrible.  I had tickets for Vikings/Redskins game that night and I wasn't going to waste them.  Erik and I left VERY early and made our way downtown to the Metrodome.  It was tough walking from the parking lot to the Dome because a lot of the sidewalks hadn't been cleaned yet and there was ice under all the snow.   By the time we got to the Dome, I was actually winded and my thighs were aching.  They had swept the snow off the ramps around the Dome, but there was still ice.  We saw a guy laying on the ramp before us and security came rushing over.  The guy had slipped on the ice and hit his head.  We walked slowly and tenderly around the man and the security guard and I proceeded to slip on the ice myself.  Fortunately I fell on my side and didn't get hurt.  Erik helped me up and then he almost fell.  That concerned me because he had knee surgery a year ago and I didn't want him screwing up the knee again.  We continued walking to our gate holding onto the chain link fence.  When I got to the gate I told security that they needed to get something on that ice or people were going to get seriously injured.  I could just see all the drunks trying to walk on that.  Unfortunately my Vikings lost...boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we packed up the cars with all the gifts for Tony, Darcy, Ellie and Sophie and headed to their house.  They usually come here on Christmas Eve, but this year we decided to go there so they didn't have to take Sophie out.  It was great!  I brought the traditional meal of lasagne with me.  After we ate it was on to gift opening.  Ellie and Sophie made out like bandits!  Since Aimee works on the Disney Shopping and Disney Store websites, she was able to gets lots and lots of items at their sample sale so Ellie truly had a High School Musical Christmas.  I think she got EVERY HSM musical item on the site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave Ellie the High School Musical video game.  At first she didn't understand what it was, but when she saw the microphone and realize she could sing all the songs karaokee style, she was all over it!  She's such a competitor....only A+ was good enough!  One of the best performances was when she and her Auntie Aimee shared the microphone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4GronC-5mI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UTxJr0mSuDk/s1600-h/A%26E+HSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152588162853168738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4GronC-5mI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UTxJr0mSuDk/s320/A%26E+HSM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was on to some Wii!!  Ellie played a wicked game of tennis and almost beat everyone bowling.  Boxing kind of did her in, but she had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4GronC-5nI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AOkWXQ3aawU/s1600-h/AEE+Wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152588162853168754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4GronC-5nI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AOkWXQ3aawU/s320/AEE+Wii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to get a family photo!  Tony, Darcy, Ellie and Sophie on Christmas Eve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4GronC-5oI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SIMTxgBIuVc/s1600-h/TED+on+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152588162853168770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4GronC-5oI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SIMTxgBIuVc/s320/TED+on+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was Chuck's birthday and today is Darcy's birthday.  We celebrated last night by going to Famous Dave's for their fabulous feast.  I got to spend lots of time cuddling Sophie.  I can't believe how big she is getting and how she is filling out.  She's 6 weeks old already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Gro3C-5pI/AAAAAAAAAUs/--P1TqqICz0/s1600-h/Sophie+010508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152588167148136082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4Gro3C-5pI/AAAAAAAAAUs/--P1TqqICz0/s320/Sophie+010508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also went to the Science Museum of Minnesota after dinner last night to see the Pompeii exhibit.  I have always been very interested in Pompeii and seeing the exhibit was fantastic.  They have 3 of the original body casts which were very moving.  I so enjoyed seeing the foods, paintings, mosiacs, etc.  It must have been a marvelous city before it was destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-2433222417600322129?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2433222417600322129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2433222417600322129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2433222417600322129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2433222417600322129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/01/holiday-catch-up.html' title='HOLIDAY CATCH UP'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R4GronC-5mI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UTxJr0mSuDk/s72-c/A%26E+HSM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8430582105625798743</id><published>2008-01-01T20:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:17:33.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: #444444 3px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #444444 3px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 25px; BACKGROUND: url(http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/america_president.jpg) no-repeat 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: #444444 3px solid; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #99cc00; LINE-HEIGHT: 24px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #444444 3px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: right; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/america_president"&gt;&lt;br style="LINE-HEIGHT: 65px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes 62% &lt;br style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;No 28% &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Myspace Quizzes For Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8430582105625798743?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8430582105625798743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8430582105625798743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8430582105625798743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8430582105625798743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2008/01/scary-thought.html' title='Scary Thought!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2795677887984641623</id><published>2007-12-17T11:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:26:50.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cross Stitch Likes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am participating in a scissor fob cross stitch exchange and, as part of that, I am posting the things I like and those I dislike (which aren't many!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Designers:  I like most of the currently popular designers ~ Little House and Country Cottage Needleworks, Prairie Schooler, Bent Creek, Glendon Place, Lizzie Kate, Heart In Hand, The Workbasket, The Trilogy, Victoria's Sampler, BlackBird Designs, Long Dog Samplers, etc..  I particularly like anything sampler or Quaker related, Victorian and primitive designs, anything autumn, Halloween, snowmen and snowflakes, gingerbread men, and fairies.  I don't like most things cartoony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fabric:  I use mainly 32 or 36 count linen or evenweave fabrics, and particularly love very mottled hand-dyed fabrics with slubs!  Of course, with my stash of hand-dyed fabrics, I often discover I have no ivory, antique white or white when I need it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fibers:  I use mostly overdyed fibers.  I particularly like Carrie's Creations, but also like Crescent Colors, Six Stranded Sweets, GAST and Weeks.  I haven't done too much with silks yet, but I would like to experiment more with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miscellaneous:  I love candy canes and most things peppermint, including the Twisted Peppermint stuff at Bath and Bodyworks.  I'm not particularly fond of chocolate.  I love coffees and teas of all sorts.  I also like Victorian-appearing muted colors of fabrics and ribbons.  I collect fun buttons.  I also LOVE Yankee candles.  I have candles burning all the time at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I guess that's me in a nutshell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-2795677887984641623?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2795677887984641623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2795677887984641623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2795677887984641623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2795677887984641623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-cross-stitch-likes.html' title='My Cross Stitch Likes'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-3812920293932098612</id><published>2007-12-14T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:23:07.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jane Austen Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/austenquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/austenquiz/elinor.jpg" width="200" height="300" border=0 alt="I am Elinor Dashwood!"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Quiz here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-3812920293932098612?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3812920293932098612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=3812920293932098612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/3812920293932098612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/3812920293932098612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-jane-austen-character.html' title='My Jane Austen Character'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2250065077854614071</id><published>2007-12-12T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:40:41.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to Me</title><content type='html'>Yes, today is our wedding anniversary and I even got a call from my daughter singing to me. I won't say how long we've been married because then I'll appear to be much older than I really am...not a day over... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumble....&lt;/span&gt; Trust me...I married VERY young! I don't anticipate that we'll do anything to celebrate our anniversary since we haven't celebrated it since our first one. I guess it's an achievement to say we're still married after all these years. (There are those days, you know!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-2250065077854614071?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2250065077854614071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2250065077854614071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2250065077854614071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2250065077854614071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-anniversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Anniversary to Me'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-9161631433326866320</id><published>2007-12-11T06:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T06:56:19.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogwarts Sock Kit Swap Goodies!</title><content type='html'>What a great way to be rewarded after a long, cold, boring Monday at work!  There is a set of Brittany bamboo needles in size 3 and a set of ebony needles in size 1.  Brittany is one of my favorite needles.  I've never tried ebony needles...and they are beautiful...so it will be fun to experiment with them.  Laurie Ann also gave me a WONDERFUL book "Knitting on the Road" which I promptly leafed through more than once.  I think I've already picked out the socks I want to knit with the yarn Laurie Ann included.  There were also some great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ravenclaw&lt;/span&gt; stitch markers in wonderful deep colors.  I really like the bronze coloring.  They are very different from the normal silver or gold markers. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R16FthudAxI/AAAAAAAAATY/FnsI5YxU3o4/s1600-h/hsks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142694841697501970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R16FthudAxI/AAAAAAAAATY/FnsI5YxU3o4/s320/hsks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, speaking of yarn, I got 3 skeins of Knit Picks Gloss yarn, 2 skeins of Dusk and 1 of Pumpkin.  PERFECT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ravenclaw&lt;/span&gt; colors, don't you think!  The yarn is so soft.  I really wanted to immediately cast on, but I supposed I should finish my Christmas gifts first, don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R16FtxudAyI/AAAAAAAAATg/PgSElIkoqMo/s1600-h/hsks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142694845992469282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R16FtxudAyI/AAAAAAAAATg/PgSElIkoqMo/s320/hsks3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, the GREATEST part of the whole package were the MINNESOTA VIKINGS STITCH MARKERS!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!  (doing a major happy dance!)  Aren't they INCREDIBLE!!  I could even take those to the games with me and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stylin&lt;/span&gt;'!  They will match my purple Vikings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and my purple and gold beads and hat and socks!  I can sing "Skoal, Vikings" at the top of my lungs and never miss a stitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R16FuBudAzI/AAAAAAAAATo/Tbxj91gCrys/s1600-h/hsks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142694850287436594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R16FuBudAzI/AAAAAAAAATo/Tbxj91gCrys/s320/hsks1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a fun Monday it turned out to be after all, thanks to Laurie Ann!&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/15748797-9161631433326866320?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9161631433326866320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=9161631433326866320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/9161631433326866320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/9161631433326866320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/12/hogwarts-sock-kit-swap-goodies.html' title='Hogwarts Sock Kit Swap Goodies!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R16FthudAxI/AAAAAAAAATY/FnsI5YxU3o4/s72-c/hsks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-7481150093776960674</id><published>2007-12-10T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:36:40.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Fun</title><content type='html'>1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRAPPING PAPER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial?  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHEN WE GET TIME...USUALLY FIRST WEEKEND IN DEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AFTER NEW YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like egg nog?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES, ESPECIALLY WITH A LITTLE ALCOHOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EITHER A NEW DOLL OR NEW ICE SKATES BECAUSE THE BEST PART OF WINTER WAS SPENT AT THE SKATING RINK WITH MY FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES, BUT I HAVEN'T PUT IT OUT IN YEARS.  JUST NOT ENOUGH ROOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; CHUCK.  ALL HE EVER WANTS IS A BELT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EITHER ELLIE OR AIMEE BECAUSE THEY BOTH WANT IT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAIL.  I LIKE TO MAKE MY OWN BUT DON'T THINK I'LL HAVE TIME THIS YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CAN'T REALLY THINK OF A BAD CHRISTMAS GIFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas movie? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M ALWAYS ON THE LOOKOUT FOR THINGS THROUGHOUT THE YEAR, BUT I GO INTO HIGH GEAR AFTER THANKSGIVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I DON'T THINK SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOME-MADE CHRISTMAS COOKIES, ESPECIALLY SANDBAKKELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Clear lights or colored on the tree?  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;COLORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAY TOO MANY TO LIST SINCE CHRISTMAS MUSIC IS MY FAVORITE, BUT SOME I PARTICULARLY LIKE ARE SILENT NIGHT, AWAY IN A MANGER, CAROL OF THE BELLS, O HOLY NIGHT, JOY TO THE WORLD, AND ANY THING BY TRANS SIBERIAN ORCHESTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AT HOME.  EVERYONE CONGREGATES AT OUR HOUSE ON CHRISTMAS EVE FOR TRADITIONAL LASAGNE DINNER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeers?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OF COURSE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TINKER BELL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS EVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . Most annoying thing about this time of year? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THE GOOD FEELINGS DON'T CARRY OVER INTO THE YEAR.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GUESS IT WOULD HAVE TO BE DISNEY SINCE MOST OF OUR DECORATIONS SEEM TO HAVE COME FROM DISNEYLAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner?  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;IT'S ALWAYS LASAGNE AT OUR HOUSE.  I'VE TRIED TO CHANGE THE MENU BUT MEET WITH VERY HEAVY RESISTANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORE THAN ANYTHING I WANT TO HAVE THE LOVE OF MY FAMILY SURROUNDING ME.  IF I COULD FIGURE OUT HOW TO ACHIEVE WORLD PEACE THAT WOULD BE THE ULTIMATE GIFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-7481150093776960674?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7481150093776960674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=7481150093776960674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7481150093776960674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7481150093776960674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-fun.html' title='Christmas Fun'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-4737403174006061540</id><published>2007-12-05T11:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:28:12.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter -- Bah Humbug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have I mentioned recently that I HATE WINTER!!  I know...it's only started and I'm already complaining.  Saturday it was involuntarily hibernation while we accumulated something like 5-6" of snow.  Yes, it's pretty until you have to shovel it!  I mean, why can't it snow during the week so I have an excuse to stay home instead of work.  No, it has to snow on weekends when I want to be out and about doing Christmas shopping, lunching with friends, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then it snowed all day yesterday, but not hard enough to justify staying home.  The drive home was definitely NOT exciting though.  The plows hadn't done much yet and traffic was horrendously slow.  And this morning it wasn't much better.  I had such a headache by the time I got to work.  I realize that the City of Minneapolis is a big place and there are lots of streets to plow, but it's pretty bad when the snow emergency routes resemble narrow country lanes in Scotland, except they are icy.  And don't play chicken with a school bus!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't remember...have I mentioned I HATE WINTER?  (But at least the Vikings are winning!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-4737403174006061540?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4737403174006061540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=4737403174006061540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4737403174006061540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4737403174006061540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-bah-humbug.html' title='Winter -- Bah Humbug!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2206652761599075569</id><published>2007-11-27T06:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T06:19:09.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Sophie</title><content type='html'>Isn't she gorgeous!  Another beautiful granddaughter to love, cherish and spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0wK8nrCumI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZeWzngXCpPw/s1600-h/sophie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137493311480838754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0wK8nrCumI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZeWzngXCpPw/s320/sophie1.jpg" 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/15748797-2206652761599075569?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2206652761599075569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2206652761599075569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2206652761599075569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2206652761599075569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-sophie.html' title='Baby Sophie'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0wK8nrCumI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZeWzngXCpPw/s72-c/sophie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-538484423405768388</id><published>2007-11-26T17:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:53:56.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What it means to be a Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_cancer_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Quizzes for Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-538484423405768388?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/538484423405768388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=538484423405768388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/538484423405768388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/538484423405768388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-it-means-to-be-cancer.html' title='What it means to be a Cancer'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-4034146526311746088</id><published>2007-11-24T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T13:00:34.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Introduce...</title><content type='html'>...my newest granddaughter, Sophia Hope (Sophie) who was born on November 23, 2007, at 10:34 a.m.  Here's her first photo with her big sister Ellie.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0h0eXrCulI/AAAAAAAAASo/gt9aVlgnlVk/s1600-h/sophie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136483440115497554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0h0eXrCulI/AAAAAAAAASo/gt9aVlgnlVk/s320/sophie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a keeper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-4034146526311746088?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4034146526311746088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=4034146526311746088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4034146526311746088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4034146526311746088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-me-introduce.html' title='Let Me Introduce...'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0h0eXrCulI/AAAAAAAAASo/gt9aVlgnlVk/s72-c/sophie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-7404925312761331488</id><published>2007-11-21T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:13:47.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland Day 5</title><content type='html'>By now you know the routine...full Scottish breakfast at 8:00 and then off in the Bubble on a new adventure. Our first stop of the day was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Suendo's&lt;/span&gt; Stone in the town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Forres&lt;/span&gt;. I was quite impressed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Forres&lt;/span&gt; itself. As we entered the town, I saw that there was a new very modern "business park" which was extremely unusual in the Highlands. It was apparent that there had been a lot of growth in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Forres&lt;/span&gt; as we drove through what could only be called a modern suburb with new housing developments and wide streets. It was nice to see that there was an attempt to make the new housing fit into the style of the Scottish Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TyWXrCugI/AAAAAAAAASA/MDNIl8ar9J8/s1600-h/standing+stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135495941234801154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TyWXrCugI/AAAAAAAAASA/MDNIl8ar9J8/s320/standing+stone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;middle&lt;/span&gt; of this modern suburb stands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Suendo's&lt;/span&gt; (Sven's) Stone, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pictish&lt;/span&gt; carved standing stone that was probably created in the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century. It's an amazing stone standing over 20 feet tall and encased in a glass structure to protect it from the elements. On one side is a large Celtic cross and on the other are over 100 figures depicting a battle. There are scenes of fighting, decapitation and piles of dead. On the narrow sides are typical interwoven vines. I decided it was time to leave when Aimee thought she should find a way to pick the lock and get inside the glass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was the nearby Dallas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dhu&lt;/span&gt; Distillery. This distillery was built around 1898. It was closed from 1929 to 1936 and again during WWII. In the early 1980s the Glasgow company that owned Dallas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dhu&lt;/span&gt; decided to close some of their smaller and older distilleries, among them Dallas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dhu&lt;/span&gt;. At the same time, Historical Scotland was looking for a distillery to preserve for tourism purposes. Dallas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dhu&lt;/span&gt; fit the bill and it opened as a visitor attraction in 1988. There is a self-guided tour with an audio "wand" that gives you a running commentary. It was fun to wander at our own pace. After touring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Glenfiddich&lt;/span&gt;, we already had an idea on how a distillery works, but at Dallas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Dhu&lt;/span&gt; we were able to see things we couldn't see in a working distillery, such as the inside of a still and where the peat fires burn under the stills. It was an interesting place (and we did get our dram of Roderick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Dhu&lt;/span&gt; at the end!) One thing that was missing from Dallas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dhu&lt;/span&gt; was the wonderful fragrance of roasting barley, but surprisingly we could still smell the whisky in the mash room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TyW3rCuhI/AAAAAAAAASI/5N-BrxG5bq0/s1600-h/dallas+dhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135495949824735762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TyW3rCuhI/AAAAAAAAASI/5N-BrxG5bq0/s320/dallas+dhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was then back in the Bubble and on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cawdor&lt;/span&gt; Castle, which is more properly called a fortified house. It is family owned and the family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;continues&lt;/span&gt; to reside in it. It wa&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; actually a very cozy castle and gave off a nice warm welcoming feeling. One of the interesting rooms in the castle is called the Thorn Tree Room. It was originally the ground floor guardroom and protected the drawbridge. There was a secret dungeon concealed in the wall. From items found in the dungeon, it was determined that even women and children had been held in there. In the middle of the guardroom stands a tree!! The legend is that the Thane of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Cawdor&lt;/span&gt; lived about a mile away and he decided to build a new, strong tower house. He had a dream that told him to load a donkey with a coffer of gold on his back and let it roam for a day; wherever it lay down to rest in the evening would be where the tower house should be built and it would prosper forever. Legend has it that the donkey lay down under the thorn tree in this room. The tree has been carbon dated to approximately 1372. However, it is a holly tree, not a thorn tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the drawbridge you cross to enter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cawdor&lt;/span&gt; Castle.  You can see the mechanism that lifted the drawbridge.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TyYXrCuiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SyVs97hNDos/s1600-h/cawdor+entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TyYXrCuiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SyVs97hNDos/s1600-h/cawdor+entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135495975594539554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TyYXrCuiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SyVs97hNDos/s320/cawdor+entrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Cawdor&lt;/span&gt; also has a breathtaking walled garden with oodles and oodles of gorgeous roses...and some VERY tall thistles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TyZ3rCujI/AAAAAAAAASY/tRUJy6AyQbI/s1600-h/tall+thistle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135496001364343346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TyZ3rCujI/AAAAAAAAASY/tRUJy6AyQbI/s320/tall+thistle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cawdor&lt;/span&gt; we made our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Moniak&lt;/span&gt; Castle which dates to 1580. This is Fraser country and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Frasers&lt;/span&gt; still live there. (If any of you have read the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Outlander"&lt;/span&gt; books, this is the area where Jamie Fraser lived.) The castle itself is not open to the public. We were headed there not for the castle, but for the MEAD!! It's a very, very tiny operation and we arrived about the same time as a tour bus full of mainly German tourists. We paid the fee for a tour, watched a video on the history and operation of the winery, and then toured it. It is so small that we walked single file through the storeroom to get to a tiny room where a man was putting corks in bottles one at a time, and a woman was applying labels...all by hand! We were there late in the day so we couldn't get into the kitchen to watch the cooking of the preserves. Back in the gift shop we were able to sample all 9 of the wines they make from wildflowers, fruits and tree (white birch) sap as well as several of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;marmalades&lt;/span&gt; and preserves. Needless to say, we both walked out of there with a bottle of the best mead ever made!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had then finished all our planned stops for the day but had time to spare so we decided to stop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Culloden&lt;/span&gt; Battlefield, which I suppose could be compared to our Gettysburg Battlefield. The battle fought was basically a civil war between the English and Scots that took place on April 16, 1754. It was very humbling to stand in the middle of the battlefield, walk the lines where each army stood, and consider the harshness of the location &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the horrendous battle that took the lives of so many. When we were there, the wind was blowing so hard we could lean backwards and the wind would keep us upright; it was incredibly cold, much as it could have been the fateful day of the battle. There are trenches and mounds where the individual clans were laid to rest. The battlefield is covered with heather, but legend says no heather will ever grow on the graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TybXrCukI/AAAAAAAAASg/dvCmCSpixmo/s1600-h/glencoe+heather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135496027134147138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TybXrCukI/AAAAAAAAASg/dvCmCSpixmo/s320/glencoe+heather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Aimee among the heather at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Culloden&lt;/span&gt; Battlefield.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since it was still light, we decided to stop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Clava&lt;/span&gt; Cairns stone circles. When we got there we saw that the gates were locked, which seemed strange for an unmanned Historic Scotland site. Since it was raining lightly, we thought we'd stop the next day when we would again be traveling in that direction. It was almost 7:00 anyway and we hadn't eaten since that full Scottish breakfast so we were starving. On the way back to the Old Church, we stopped at a roadside fish and chips restaurant that we'd seen earlier. I swear it is the ONLY place in the Highlands that is open past 5:30! It was actually open until 10:00. It reminded me of a diner that catered to truckers and motorists. Of course, I had fish and chips; Aimee had pizza with corn topping and a side of chips. Then it was back to the Old Church for a hot shower and a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-7404925312761331488?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7404925312761331488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=7404925312761331488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7404925312761331488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7404925312761331488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/11/scotland-day-5.html' title='Scotland Day 5'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/R0TyWXrCugI/AAAAAAAAASA/MDNIl8ar9J8/s72-c/standing+stone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2762634707319497607</id><published>2007-11-16T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T12:46:27.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Pair of Socks</title><content type='html'>I have finished my second pair of socks.  These were so much fun to knit!  I love, love, love LOTS of color and this yarn definitely gave me lots of color.                                                                &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rz3lDnrCufI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7fsJptlia4s/s1600-h/socks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133511000624118258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rz3lDnrCufI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7fsJptlia4s/s320/socks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now...the major decision is what's next!&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/15748797-2762634707319497607?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2762634707319497607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2762634707319497607' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2762634707319497607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2762634707319497607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-second-pair-of-socks.html' title='My Second Pair of Socks'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rz3lDnrCufI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7fsJptlia4s/s72-c/socks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-9049188815489226357</id><published>2007-11-15T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:00:08.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Demonstration of Support</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the Minnesota State Bar Association held a demonstration of support of the attorneys in Pakistan on the steps of the Minnesota Supreme Court building.  I went with my boss, another attorney and a law student.  As I stood there freezing because of the gusty winds and occasional snowflake, I realized that my discomfort was very insignificant compared to the discomfort of the attorneys and judges and people of Pakistan.  There were several moving speeches given by members of the Minnesota, Hennepin County and Ramsey County Bar Associations.  One person read an email from an attorney in Pakistan which almost brought tears to my eyes.  Another speaker had just returned from the region and told us of conditions in Pakistan.  It may seem a world away from us and it's easy to believe that the conditions there could not happen here.  But is that really true?  Aren't we seeing our constitution being deconstructed for the benefit or power addiction of a few?  Once the rule of law is suppressed, the people have no voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-9049188815489226357?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9049188815489226357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=9049188815489226357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/9049188815489226357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/9049188815489226357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/11/demonstration-of-support.html' title='Demonstration of Support'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-718788973796087826</id><published>2007-11-13T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:44:33.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Sky in the Morning....</title><content type='html'>After I finished breakfast this morning, I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. I stopped short when I saw that the entire room was bathed in a soft pink light. I looked out the window and saw that the driveway was also bathed in pink light. It was like standing inside a big pink Bazooka bubble gum bubble! I grabbed my camera and went out on the front step (in my pink nightgown) to see if I could capture any of the beautiful pink/purple sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RzpZRqh6SbI/AAAAAAAAARw/hUEqL2eHVbs/s1600-h/pink+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132512885351270834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RzpZRqh6SbI/AAAAAAAAARw/hUEqL2eHVbs/s320/pink+sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I snapped the picture and came back into the house, the pink light was gone. It was only there for a very fleeting moment but I managed to experience it and capture a little bit of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-718788973796087826?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/718788973796087826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=718788973796087826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/718788973796087826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/718788973796087826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/11/pink-sky-in-morning.html' title='Pink Sky in the Morning....'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RzpZRqh6SbI/AAAAAAAAARw/hUEqL2eHVbs/s72-c/pink+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-985081289491604230</id><published>2007-11-05T11:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:47:46.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Sweet Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Gingerbread House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatholidayfoodareyouquiz/gingerbread.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little spicy and a little sweet, anyone would like to be lost in the woods with you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatholidayfoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Holiday Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-985081289491604230?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/985081289491604230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=985081289491604230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/985081289491604230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/985081289491604230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-kind-of-sweet-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Sweet Are You?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-2717477760763556336</id><published>2007-11-05T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T09:28:45.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Anyone Say MVP!</title><content type='html'>We went to the Minnesota Vikings-St. Diego Chargers game yesterday at the "thunderdome".  I fully anticipated that the Vikings would lose, but I proudly donned my purple hoodie and purple and gold beads anyway.  What an unexpected treat it was to see Adrian Peterson destroy NFL records and hand the Chargers their hats!  He is truly a phenom and so exciting to watch as he leaves the defense in the dust.  The "thunderdome" was rocking with chants of MVP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Ry81rWIfhPI/AAAAAAAAARg/B-IkTpIXwJ0/s1600-h/adrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129377519390131442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Ry81rWIfhPI/AAAAAAAAARg/B-IkTpIXwJ0/s320/adrian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...if we only had a quarterback.&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/15748797-2717477760763556336?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2717477760763556336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=2717477760763556336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2717477760763556336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/2717477760763556336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/11/can-anyone-say-mvp.html' title='Can Anyone Say MVP!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Ry81rWIfhPI/AAAAAAAAARg/B-IkTpIXwJ0/s72-c/adrian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-1180591442698682526</id><published>2007-11-01T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:37:37.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland - Day 4</title><content type='html'>After another "full Scottish breakfast", we were off in The Bubble to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elgin&lt;/span&gt; Cathedral in the nearby town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elgin&lt;/span&gt;.  What a truly marvelous structure!  We arrived early since we weren't sure where parking was available.  Since we couldn't get into the Cathedral yet, we walked into the Biblical Garden of an adjacent college (can't remember the name of the college) where we found some very strange fiberglass statutes, such as this one of Samson.  We figured he was the original "jock"....big body, little brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAkFvSi_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uF9DZuEGeUY/s1600-h/samson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127841376986369010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAkFvSi_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uF9DZuEGeUY/s320/samson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked around the perimeter of the Cathedral property.  As we approached from the main street, we walked through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Panns&lt;/span&gt; Port, the main gateway into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chanonry&lt;/span&gt;, or the area surrounding the Cathedral, which dates from the early 1200s.  There were originally 4 gates in the wall but only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Panns&lt;/span&gt; Port survives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Elgin&lt;/span&gt; Cathedral the girl working there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; that we start at the far end rather than at the Towers since there would be a large group of children arriving for a field trip.  It was truly an awe inspiring experience to stand in the center of a structure built over 600 years ago.  It was first built in the early 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century and enlarged and repaired following a fire in 1390.  I loved standing in the Presbytery and imaging how beautiful it must have been with the sun shining through the stained glass windows onto the high altar while the monks/priests chanted.  Along the sides of the Presbytery were the choir lofts.  There was a large nave with imposing columns holding up the several-story high roof, where many statutes looked down on the worshippers.  There were also walkways up near the roof.  We climbed to the top of the towers nears the entrance where we could see forever!  I had wanted to get some photos of the wonderful headstones in the cemetery, but the kids were doing rubbings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAkVvSjAI/AAAAAAAAARA/-dlEODyenjU/s1600-h/elgin+cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127841381281336322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAkVvSjAI/AAAAAAAAARA/-dlEODyenjU/s320/elgin+cathedral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After spending much of the morning at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Elgin&lt;/span&gt; Cathedral, we made the LONG drive back to Castle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fraser&lt;/span&gt; since this was on Aimee's "must see" list.  Fortunately, it was open this time!  One thing that constantly amazed us was just how very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lush&lt;/span&gt;, green, thick and soft the lawns are in Scotland.  It is like walking on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ultraplush&lt;/span&gt; carpet.  I think Castle Fraser was my least favorite site.  It is also still lived in and it is a self-guided tour.  I didn't think much of the historic castle still existed, except the Great Hall which has been restored to how it would have looked in the 1500s.  Castle Fraser is reputed to be a very haunted castle but Aimee didn't feel there was anything to the stories, at least not the major stories of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hauntings&lt;/span&gt;.  We did see a couple old samplers on the walls and some beautiful old quilts but besides that we were disappointed that we had made the trip twice to Castle Fraser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAklvSjBI/AAAAAAAAARI/0B1Z9cQhhu8/s1600-h/castlefraser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127841385576303634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAklvSjBI/AAAAAAAAARI/0B1Z9cQhhu8/s320/castlefraser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way back to the Old Church, we stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tolquhon&lt;/span&gt; (Toll-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hoon&lt;/span&gt;) Castle, another of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Historic Scotland ruins which was out in the middle of a peaceful rural area, far from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;civilization&lt;/span&gt;.  There was a small gift shop and the woman working there probably lived in the house next door, the only house around!  Her wee son was there with her.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tolquhon&lt;/span&gt; is really more of a comfortable 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century mansion than a castle.  It's particularly noteworthy for the highly ornamented gatehouse and the unique 3-hole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gunholes&lt;/span&gt;.  It was designed more to impress visitors than deter attackers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAk1vSjCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vghlxPlGQIk/s1600-h/tolquhon2m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127841389871270946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAk1vSjCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vghlxPlGQIk/s320/tolquhon2m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first room we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;entered&lt;/span&gt; in the castle was the circular guardroom to the left in one of the entry.  Aimee had a startled reaction as we entered and she said that there was the ghost of a guard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;in there&lt;/span&gt; and they had started each other.  After that he kept following us around yelling to Aimee that we weren't supposed to be there.  A couple things I enjoyed about this castle were the 12 slots for beehives in the outer wall of the courtyard and the dovecot in the corner.   As we were leaving to find the beehives, Aimee appeared to stumble on the walkway.  She asked if I saw her and I said that I thought she'd tripped on something.  She said that he hadn't tripped; she was pushed!  The not-so-friendly guardsman had pushed her and insisted that we leave.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAk1vSjDI/AAAAAAAAARY/yiqrLC977Q8/s1600-h/tolquhon+bees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127841389871270962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAk1vSjDI/AAAAAAAAARY/yiqrLC977Q8/s320/tolquhon+bees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had a long drive back to the Old Church and we still had to find someplace to eat.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;had been&lt;/span&gt; a long time since breakfast, but finding someplace that serves food after 5:30 in the Highlands is almost impossible.  We thought we'd seen a couple places in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Huntly&lt;/span&gt; but when we stopped they were all closed.  So, in the end, we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Elgin&lt;/span&gt; and ate at Burger King!!  No, we didn't eat the mystery meat that is beef in the UK; we had chicken.  Plus, there had just been another outbreak of hoof and mouth in England.  We thought we'd stick with something safer.  They did have delicious ice cream though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-1180591442698682526?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1180591442698682526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=1180591442698682526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1180591442698682526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1180591442698682526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/11/scotland-day-4.html' title='Scotland - Day 4'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RynAkFvSi_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uF9DZuEGeUY/s72-c/samson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-6267294615815253915</id><published>2007-10-29T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:06:42.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="W47261cc56fe4740c" width="435" height="429" quality="high" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/47261cc56fe4740c" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/47261cc56fe4740c" /&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when cousins get together in our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video was made by my nephew and stars two of my kids, Aimee (in the glasses) and Erik, plus three of their cousins, Ian, Tiffany and Kjersten.  And it's pretty darn accurate as to what life is like when they get together.  I can tell I'm going to have to stock up on Depends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-6267294615815253915?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6267294615815253915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=6267294615815253915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6267294615815253915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6267294615815253915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/christmas-preview.html' title='Christmas Preview'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-9146105686912373902</id><published>2007-10-23T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:15:38.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Love!</title><content type='html'>MMMMMMMMMM! Has anyone tried the Hershey's Candy Corn Kisses? I am in love!! I saw these at Target and thought I'd give them a try. I have a candy bowl on the counter at work and like to fill it with seasonal treats. The minute I opened the bag I knew I was in trouble!! Even the aroma is driving me nuts...so sweet and inviting.  I can see another expensive trip to Target in the very near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124580464623681090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rx4qyAjM_kI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jT3KMzAmW9o/s320/candycornkisses.jpg" border="0" /&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/15748797-9146105686912373902?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9146105686912373902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=9146105686912373902' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/9146105686912373902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/9146105686912373902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m In Love!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rx4qyAjM_kI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jT3KMzAmW9o/s72-c/candycornkisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-3721403311601720460</id><published>2007-10-22T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:33:21.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://atypically.net/hp/lesser.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://atypically.net/hp/images/parvati.jpg" alt="[i'm parvati patil!]" border="0" width="250" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atypically.net/hp/lesser.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;...and which lesser Harry Potter character are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-3721403311601720460?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3721403311601720460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=3721403311601720460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/3721403311601720460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/3721403311601720460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-parvati-patil.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-4769437032971771538</id><published>2007-10-20T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:39:39.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM THE MOON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Hope, expectation, Bright promises.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you&amp;nbsp;have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-4769437032971771538?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4769437032971771538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=4769437032971771538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4769437032971771538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4769437032971771538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-moon.html' title='I AM THE MOON!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-886616451443092917</id><published>2007-10-17T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:13:10.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quidditch Round 3</title><content type='html'>1. What was the name of the book Dumbledore left for Hermione in his will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a. The Tales of Beedle the Bard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whose sign was on Xenophilius Lovegood's chest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d. Grindewald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Was October 30, 1980 the night that Lilly and James Potter died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;b. No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's another name for the Elder Wand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a. Deathstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whose Potterwatch code name was 'Rodent'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d. Fred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was so special about the peacocks at the Malfoy Manor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d. They were all white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(must have been Blair Castle in Scotland which is famous for their white peacocks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who does Harry say was "probably the bravest man I knew?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a. Snape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What thing was Lockhart giving Hagrid advice about getting out of a well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;b. Kelpies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the occupation of Colin Creevey's father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d. Milkman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which Professor of Hogwarts was a dueling champion when he was young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a. Flitwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Scavenger Hunt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2cwjM_bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/esF4sMMvdmw/s1600-h/candywarehouse_1968_182989621.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122482231365664178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2cwjM_bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/esF4sMMvdmw/s200/candywarehouse_1968_182989621.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2cwjM_aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/l2QzrVaHmvU/s1600-h/candywarehouse_1967_7551959.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122482231365664162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2cwjM_aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/l2QzrVaHmvU/s200/candywarehouse_1967_7551959.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2dAjM_cI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zcmGJ7m21GU/s1600-h/candywarehouse_1969_157639786.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122482235660631490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2dAjM_cI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zcmGJ7m21GU/s200/candywarehouse_1969_157639786.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2dAjM_dI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7Hkpy60Fajo/s1600-h/candywarehouse_1972_179179316.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122482235660631506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2dAjM_dI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7Hkpy60Fajo/s200/candywarehouse_1972_179179316.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2dAjM_eI/AAAAAAAAAPI/k78PeGfioQw/s1600-h/hufflepuffpackage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122482235660631522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2dAjM_eI/AAAAAAAAAPI/k78PeGfioQw/s200/hufflepuffpackage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Made by Ansley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-886616451443092917?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/886616451443092917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=886616451443092917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/886616451443092917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/886616451443092917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/quidditch-round-3.html' title='Quidditch Round 3'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rxa2cwjM_bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/esF4sMMvdmw/s72-c/candywarehouse_1968_182989621.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-215315483258407675</id><published>2007-10-12T09:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:24:44.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SCOTLAND DAY THREE</title><content type='html'>Tuesday found us up early once again.  Breakfast at the Old Church was served at 8:00 a.m. and was served family style which meant everyone sat at the same table in the old choir loft of the church.  We were sharing the table with an older couple and their adult mentally handicapped son and a younger German couple and their 3-year-old son.  There are definitely pros and cons to sitting together at breakfast.  It gave us the opportunity to meet and get to know the other guests and to get some ideas of places to visit.  But, on the other hand, Aimee and I were not privately able to discuss our plans for the day and, because everyone was German, we often felt like the odd men out when everyone else was chatting and laughing.  Our "full Scottish breakfast" differed at the Old Church in that we started out with porridge (or oatmeal as we Yanks call it).  We opted for the Old Church porridge which was made with milk and honey and actually quite good.  We also had the choice of black pudding or white pudding.  Since we'd already passed on the black pudding, Aimee decided to give the white pudding a try.  It's basically toasted oatmeal, onion, spices and lard in a sausage form.  Interesting but not something I'll be serving often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we hopped in The Bubble and were off to our first stop..Glenfiddich Distillery. YES!!  Whisky first thing in the morning!!  The Whisky Trail is definitely worth the trip.  The air is filled with the fragrance of roasting barley as we drove through beautiful countryside and past distilleries of all size, both big and small.  I was anticipating a huge operation since the name Glenfiddich is know world wide, but it is actually quite small.  We joined a tour led by a kilt-clad guide.  I was trying to figure out where she was from by her accent (or lack thereof) until she told us she was from Kenya ~ a Kenyan in a kilt!  The tour started with a film about the history of Glenfiddich, which in Gaelic means Valley of the Stag, hence their logo.  It is one of the few distilleries still in the hands of the family of William Grant, the founder.  He and his 9 children built the distillery by hand in 1886 and the first whisky was bottled on Christmas Day 1887.  The buildings built by William Grant and his children are still in use.  The tour took us through all steps of the distillation process.  I asked why there were 2 different styles of stills and was told that William Grant started out with 2 used stills, each in a different shape.  As the family added more stills, they maintained the shapes of the original stills.  When we walked in the still room, we just had to inhale deeply.  MMMMMMMM....it smelled SO GOOD!  I was amazed at how many bottles of whisky (only single malt whisky from Scotland can be spelled w-h-i-s-k-y) are bottled each day.  The barrels they use are obtained used from either Spain or the US...Spanish sherry barrels and US whiskey barrels...because they are already seasoned.  The barrels are stored in the original warehouse with earthen floors, stone walls, low ceilings and wonderful fragrance.  That's the "angels' share"...the amount that evaporates from each barrel.  There were barrels in there that were 60 years old!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DXMRsmrI/AAAAAAAAALc/VtuFyL1xDcA/s1600-h/glenfiddich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120455735799225010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DXMRsmrI/AAAAAAAAALc/VtuFyL1xDcA/s320/glenfiddich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple things I learned is that the pure water that is collected through the distillation process is returned to the stream that is used and the remnants of the barley is made into cattle feed.  Nothing is wasted!  Also the distillery bought something like 10,000 acres of land around the burn (stream) where they get their water to guarantee that they are the only distillery using the water and that the water always comes from a single source.  They also can insure that the water remains unpolluted.  It was then off to the malt barn where we were treated to a dram.  Of course, I had to buy a bottle to bring home.  Can you possible go to Scotland and not bring home whisky?  I say not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After consuming our dram, we went across the road from the distillery to Balvenie Castle.  This was the first of our Historic Scotland stops.  When Aimee was going to school in Scotland she joined Historic Scotland and has maintained her membership.  When she renewed this year, she upgraded and included me in the membership.  Being members of Historic Scotland allows us to get into all Historic Scotland sights free and gives us a discount on anything we purchase.  Aimee called Balvenie Castle the start of the "Where Mary,Queen of Scots, stayed" tour, but I think that really started at Blair Castle.  I actually think this was the start of "how many royal pissers can we find"!  Yes, even castles over 500 years old had indoor bathrooms...and a few of them still maintain the odors!  Balvenie is a typical ruin, but we explored it thoroughly.  It was incredible to see that some of the walls were 10 feet thick.    Stairs in these castles are always a challenge.  As you can see in this photo, all stairwells are spiral.  They are made of stone and each step is triangular in shape.  They are generally very narrow and, because of their age, very worn and uneven.  There is also no uniformity to the height.  The stairwells are extremely narrow so you don't want to meet anyone on them.  We finally figured out the way to climb them is to put your outside foot normally on the wider part of the step and turn your other foot sideways on the narrower part.  Even so, you definitely need to hold on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DXsRsmsI/AAAAAAAAALk/6yZxKZHstvE/s1600-h/balvenie2m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120455744389159618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DXsRsmsI/AAAAAAAAALk/6yZxKZHstvE/s320/balvenie2m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After exploring Balvenie, it was off to Huntly Castle.  The little town of Huntly is so cute and picturesque.  As we entered the town and headed toward the castle we had to pass through was had obviously been the main marketplace in the past.  It was surrounded by tall old buildings and I felt like I'd definitely stepped back in time.  To get to the Castle we drove under an arch and down a narrow tree lined lane, past an elementary school.  The Castle is located next to a modern golf course...talk about the past abutting the present!  As history goes, the Earl of Huntly was Mary, Queen of Scots, cousin and she was supposed to stay at his castle.  However, she was advised that the Earl was planning to murder her so she stayed at Balvenie instead.  Huntly Castle is quite well preserved.  The stonework is gorgeous, particularly the frontispiece.  It is emblazoned with the arms of the Marquis and Marchioness of Huntly along with the Marquis' coat of arms and those of James VI of Scotland and Queen Anna of Denmark.  A lot of the walls in the castle still have the original plaster so you can see what the walls would have looked like. There is even graffiti on a wall in the cellar.  Historians believe it was put there in the 1500s by servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DX8RsmtI/AAAAAAAAALs/D3KK53Gxt5s/s1600-h/huntly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120455748684126930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DX8RsmtI/AAAAAAAAALs/D3KK53Gxt5s/s320/huntly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pisser at Huntly is probably one of the best preserved in all of Scotland. Aimee just had to try it out for size!  Outside the wall of the castle is the remains of a medieval road that was put in somewhere around 1200.  It's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DZ8RsmuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xCsI2SglBFE/s1600-h/royal+pissser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120455783043865314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DZ8RsmuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xCsI2SglBFE/s320/royal+pissser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then headed off to drive the 50 miles to Fraser Castle.  This was one of Aimee's "must see" stops.  There have been stories of how haunted Fraser Castle is and she wanted to find out for herself.  Unfortunately, when we got there we discovered that it isn't open on Mondays or Tuesdays.  So we turned around and headed back to Huntly to see if we could find someplace to eat.  We quickly discovered that everything in the Highlands closes at 5:30!!  I mean everything!!  We ended up eating in a hotel restaurant in Elgin since it was the only place we could find open.  On the way to Elgin we tried to find a stone circle that was marked on the atlas.  We saw signs for it but, alas, could not find the stone circle at all.  We did make a stop at a standing stone called "Maiden Stone".  The story goes that the stone was a woman who sold her soul to the devil.  Aimee decided that if that's a woman, she was extremely tall!  There are some cool carvings on the stone, including a mirror and comb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DaMRsmvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vmlKKJR3DXI/s1600-h/standing+stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120455787338832626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DaMRsmvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vmlKKJR3DXI/s320/standing+stone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a long day and we were definitely glad to pull up to the Old Church that night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-215315483258407675?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/215315483258407675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=215315483258407675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/215315483258407675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/215315483258407675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/scotland-day-three.html' title='SCOTLAND DAY THREE'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rw-DXMRsmrI/AAAAAAAAALc/VtuFyL1xDcA/s72-c/glenfiddich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-4480101330700396199</id><published>2007-10-10T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:44:54.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitters Coffeeswap</title><content type='html'>1. Whole bean or ground? &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Either is fine with me. I buy both. I like to grind my own beans, but sometimes I just don't like to take the time to do so...those lazy moments, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fully-loaded or decaf? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Again, either is fine. I start my day with fully-loaded and end my day with decaf.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Regular or flavored? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I like both, but for my daily consumption it's regular.  It's fun to try out different flavored coffees. I'm currently enjoying caramel apple coffee.  A friend keeps me supplied with Apricot Coffee from a little coffee shop in a small town in MN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you drink your coffee? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Anyway I can get it! Sometimes I prefer black, sometimes with cream ~ both plain and flavored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite coffee ever? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My favorite is the Christmas Blend from Starbucks. I buy several pounds of it during the holiday season so I can have it as long as possible. For enjoyment, I absolutely love Pumkin Spice Lattes (along with their pumpkin scones) from Starbucks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you fussy about your coffee or will any old bean do? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No, I'm not fussy about my coffee, except I don't really like "grocery store" coffee, i.e., Folgers, Maxwell House, etc. But, in the end, it's all coffee and I am addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite treats to have with your coffee? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I particularly love scones with my coffee.  I also like biscotti, particularly the gingerbread biscotti that Starbucks sells at Christmas time.  And, plain old sugar cookies and shortbread will always do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Anything else about your coffee preferences? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am happy with almost anything coffee related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Yarn/fiber you love? &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; recently discovered Marble by James C. Brett which is fun. I knit a sweater and beret for my new granddaughter using it. I also love yarns with oodles of colors, particularly fun sock yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Yarn/fiber you hate?&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; I don't like eyelash-type fibers or other novelty yarns.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's on your needles? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm currently knitting my first pair of socks and loving every minute of it. I can assure it, it won't be my last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite colors? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Definitely blues and purples of all hues, although I love fall combinations as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Allergies? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am allergic to cats, dustmites and blooming fruit trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Anything you really love, really don't like, or just need to get off your chest? &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hmmmm....today life is good! I do really love the Harmony needles by KnitPicks. They are a joy to work with.   I'm definitely a person who believes in paying it forward.  I love to spoil others and believe, in the end, what goes around comes around.  It gives me joy to see someone smile.  I believe in the healing nature of hugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-4480101330700396199?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4480101330700396199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=4480101330700396199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4480101330700396199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4480101330700396199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/knitters-coffeeswap.html' title='Knitters Coffeeswap'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8284058118604639620</id><published>2007-10-08T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:25:55.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Sock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;I started knitting my first pair of socks! Little did I know when I chose the funky fiber that it would knit into such a cool pattern. I went into the shop and said I wanted to knit socks and asked to be pointed in the right direction. I knew I didn't want stripes so I picked colors I liked...and look what is developing! I'm SO excited and very surprised.  I thought I'd just get random colors.  There are mistakes in the sock so don't look too closely,but I consider this pair my learners socks. I can only get better, right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwrxE8RsmeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nUYeAwqieSM/s1600-h/sock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119168993662114274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwrxE8RsmeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nUYeAwqieSM/s320/sock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwrxE8RsmeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nUYeAwqieSM/s1600-h/sock.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We had a heavy rain and lightening storm during the night on Friday. When I woke up Saturday morning the sky was such a strange color of yellow. I looked out the door at the house across the street and I could see the rising sun hitting the very top of the trees a block over while the trees closer were still in the shadows. The air smelled so good and the colors were so intense. I then walked outdoors &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwrxE8RsmfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SAeiVl9fhWI/s1600-h/fall+morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119168993662114290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwrxE8RsmfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SAeiVl9fhWI/s320/fall+morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and found a beautiful trio of &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwrxFMRsmgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pa-fj2UnF2g/s1600-h/fall+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119168997957081602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwrxFMRsmgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pa-fj2UnF2g/s320/fall+leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leaves on the ground. I do love fall! I love all the colors and the crispness in the air. I love caramel apples and pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks. I do NOT look forward to winter, however. I wish it could just stay fall until spring arrives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8284058118604639620?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8284058118604639620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8284058118604639620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8284058118604639620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8284058118604639620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-sock.html' title='My First Sock!'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwrxE8RsmeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nUYeAwqieSM/s72-c/sock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-1720712521896525182</id><published>2007-10-06T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:28:32.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Day Two found us enjoying our first of many "full Scottish breakfasts".  Our days always started early with breakfast being served between 8:00 and 9:00 a.m.   A full Scottish breakfast usually consists of juice, cereal, yogurt and fruit (usually canned) to start if you want.  The main breakfast is your choice of eggs, fried tomatoes, fried mushrooms, baked beans, sausage, bacon, toast (either white or brown, i.e., white or wheat) and black pudding.  I usually skipped the mushrooms and baked beans...and I'm not about to eat something where the first ingredient is pork blood (black pudding)!  Actually, in the US it's commonly called blood sausage.  My mother absolutely loved it, but it's not something I even want to imagine eating!  The bacon in the UK is incredibly delicious!  It's almost like thinly sliced ham.  It's the meaty part of the bacon we have in the US without the fat.  After breakfast we thanked our hostess and hopped back in The Bubble for our drive into the Highlands.  And what an awesome drive it was.  The scenery is breathtaking.  We drove through thick forests and open areas where the hills were covered with heather.  It wasn't long before I was officially in love with the Scottish Highlands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTqsRsmYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vUSMyPayuTc/s1600-h/blair+castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118432969411565954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTqsRsmYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vUSMyPayuTc/s320/blair+castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Our first stop of the day was  Blair Castle.  The blackwork instructor I took a class from at the MN Needlework Guild retreat highly recommended it so Aimee and I put it on our agenda.  I'm so glad we did.  It has become my 2nd favorite castle in Scotland.  The day was beautiful...blue sky, warm and not a cloud in sight.  Because Blair Castle is still lived in, we weren't able to take photos inside but, believe me, it's beautiful.  I love all the extremely high ceilings and elaborate woodwork.  The highlight was the collection of antique stitched samplers along the hallways.  They are so beautiful and so well preserved.  I even gave Aimee a brief history of Scottish samplers and what made the unique.  I wish I could have photographed the other needlework at the castle.  I'm not even going to attempt to describe it, other than to say I've never seen such exquisite needlework in my life.  I recommend anyone interested do an internet search for Lady Evelyn's needlework at Blair Castle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTqsRsmZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EitU5mc5ilI/s1600-h/hercules+garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118432969411565970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTqsRsmZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EitU5mc5ilI/s320/hercules+garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTq8RsmaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D55yrY38Bc8/s1600-h/Blair+Castle+Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118432973706533282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTq8RsmaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D55yrY38Bc8/s320/Blair+Castle+Garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;The grounds at Blair Castle were amazing.  Like Scone Palace they have a Pinetum called Diana's Grove (after the Roman Goddess of hunting, fertility and the moon) with giant Douglas Firs.  It was originally laid out in 1737 and has been added to over the years.  We were surprised to find California's Giant Redwoods growing there.  We also had our first visit to a proper walled garden -- Hercules Garden.  I can only dream of ever having a garden as lush as this!  I think you can see how thick and lush the grass is, almost like a carpet.  The little building in the photo is for swans.  There are rows of fruit trees as well as beautifully tended gardens.  We learned that in the late 1800s the pond within the garden would freeze and there would be curling matches on it.  Beyond the bridge in the backgroud is a "warming house" called McGregor's Folly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTq8RsmbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/992LYKDU00o/s1600-h/Ruthven+Barracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118432973706533298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTq8RsmbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/992LYKDU00o/s320/Ruthven+Barracks.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After leaving Blair Castle we stopped in a small town to fill The Bubble and ended up making an unplanned stop.  It's an old military barracks called Ruthven Barracks.  It's really just a shell so there isn't much left to see (although Aimee and I do love figuring out what each room was and, in the process, discovering how the barracks probably operated.  It was used in the 1700 to keep the Highlanders in line.  It is on top of a very steep plateau (that path you see is what you walk up to get to it) and the view from up there is amazing!  You can literally see for miles in all directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTrMRsmcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yOFdelIdnPU/s1600-h/Ballindalloch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118432978001500610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="163" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTrMRsmcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yOFdelIdnPU/s320/Ballindalloch.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Our next stop was Ballindalloch Castle.  Again, this castle is lived in.  Amazingly, it has been lived in by the same family (Macpherson-Grant) since it was built, which was in the 1500s.  The current Laird (Lord) is a woman..the first female Laird in history.  When her father died, passing the home to her, she petitioned the government to keep her father's name rather than taking her husband's name.  Her son has taken the Macpherson-Grant name in order to carry on the tradition.  There are handwritten signs and stories written by her throughout the Castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know how many of you know that Aimee is clairvoyant....she "sees" ghosts.  While we were on a staircase looking at an old mirror, Aimee turned to me and said that a "ghostie" had just walked past us down the stairs.  She said it was an older female wearing pink.  She couldn't tell what era she was from, but she felt that the woman had definitely lived in the castle at some point, loved the castle and considered it home.  We were extremely surprised when a few rooms later we were reading about the room and it said that the ghost of a woman is often seen by spiritualists and mediums.  I also got goosebumps myself when I read that!  I told Aimee that she had to mention it to the woman at the entrance when we left.  Aimee doesn't often like to share the fact that she can "see" ghosts with people, but I encouraged her to do it.  When she did mention it, the woman was extremely excited and asked quite a few questions.  They seem to like to hear the impressions of people who have experiences in the house and she said she would be sure to let the family know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By that time it was getting to be quite late so we had to skip our stop at Glenlivet Distillery because it was already closed.  We continued our trip to Urquhart, the little town about 6 miles from the northern coast of Scotland, where we checked into The Old Church, our "home" for 4 days.  What a beautiful old building in a breathtaking area!  I would stay there again in a heartbeat.  After checking in we went to a town on the North Sea called Lossiemouth for pizza.  By that time we were starved!!  After eating we walked along the sea wall...with Aimee far too close to the edge for my comfort...and watched people surfing!  Yes...surfing in the icy cold North Sea!  The drive back to The Old Church was interesting -- in the pitch black on a road not big enough for 2 cars, lined with forest.  We definitely slept the sleep of the dead that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-1720712521896525182?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1720712521896525182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=1720712521896525182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1720712521896525182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1720712521896525182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/scotland-day-two.html' title='Scotland Day Two'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwhTqsRsmYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vUSMyPayuTc/s72-c/blair+castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-6872971284018359734</id><published>2007-10-05T09:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:23:31.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiddith Trivia 2</title><content type='html'>1.  In Deathly Hallows what does Harry step on when exiting his room to wash his cut?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A TEACUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Which two members of the Order of Phoenix came to escort the Dursleys to a safe place?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DEDALUS DIGGLE AND HESTIA JONES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  In order to throw off the Death Eaters,several of Harry's friends take Polyjuice Potion to resemble him and each Harry goes with a different member of the Order of the Phoenix to a different location.  Where do Ron (disguised as Harry) and Tonks go?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AUNTI MURIEL'S HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4.  At Bill and Fleur's wedding, Harry must disguise himself by taking Polyjuice Potion and takes on the appearance of a redheaded Muggle boy from Ottery St. Catchpol.  He was introduced to wedding guests as Cousin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BARNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5.  Kingley sends a message via Patronus to warn the Weasleys and wedding guests of the coming Death Eaters. What form does his Patronus take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A LYNX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6.  In the Half-Blood Prince what drink does Romilda Vane try to give Harry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GILLYWATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7.  What is the name of the person that heads the Holyhead Harpies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GWENOG JONES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8.  What tatoo is Harry reported to have on his chest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HIPPOGRIFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9.  What color robes do the staff at Weasley's shop wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MAGENTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10.  Where do Nicolas Flamel and his wife Perenelle live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DEVON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwZGH8RsmUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/K2HlaT-0t-k/s1600-h/Quidditch_Rules-Quidditch_Poster__red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117855128806529346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwZGH8RsmUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/K2HlaT-0t-k/s320/Quidditch_Rules-Quidditch_Poster__red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwZGIMRsmVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wW92tlYoKg8/s1600-h/robes+ravenclaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117855133101496658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwZGIMRsmVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wW92tlYoKg8/s320/robes+ravenclaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwZGIcRsmWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hwpGuNvclks/s1600-h/caphuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117855137396463970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwZGIcRsmWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hwpGuNvclks/s320/caphuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwZGIsRsmXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NpgyGymiTZk/s1600-h/room+of+recognition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117855141691431282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwZGIsRsmXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NpgyGymiTZk/s320/room+of+recognition.jpg" 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/15748797-6872971284018359734?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6872971284018359734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=6872971284018359734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6872971284018359734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/6872971284018359734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/quiddith-trivia-2.html' title='Quiddith Trivia 2'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwZGH8RsmUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/K2HlaT-0t-k/s72-c/Quidditch_Rules-Quidditch_Poster__red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8077396491992683888</id><published>2007-10-04T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:55:38.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transsiberian Orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YAY! I just heard an ad on the radio that tickets go on sale Saturday for Transsiberian Orchestra. I am &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt; going to be in line! My husband gave me tickets last year and I was absolutely blown away by the performance. I was going to take Erik, but he had had knee surgery 3 days before the performance and he obviously couldn't go. I'll have to take him this year. I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL DECEMBER!! I hear they have a new CD as well. You know what I'll be out buying this weekend. I HEART TRANSSIBERIAN ORCHESTRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8077396491992683888?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8077396491992683888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8077396491992683888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8077396491992683888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8077396491992683888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/transsiberian-orchestra.html' title='Transsiberian Orchestra'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-7619181709187414834</id><published>2007-10-03T07:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:51:10.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitching Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are just a couple of my works in progress.  The first is "Boo" by The Trilogy.  I just love these kits!  I would like to finish this one as a block but, since I've never done one, I have no idea how they are made.  So...if anyone has some good instructions, please email me!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwOOvMRsmSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qV5ISVyu5bE/s1600-h/boo+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117090543023462690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwOOvMRsmSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qV5ISVyu5bE/s320/boo+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is an update on the Christmas stocking I'm making for Ellie.  For anyone not familiar with the story, I originally stitched this stocking for her a couple years ago but when I went to put it together for her, I couldn't find the stitched piece.  I have the silk for the back, the lining and the trim....just no stitched piece.  I've searched and searched and searched to no avail.  So, I decided to just stitch it again for her.  I just love the window on this piece.  When I finish it I am going to have to start stitching one for Ellie's new sister who is due December 1.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwOOvcRsmTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nOR-U5tliIs/s1600-h/stocking+resized+1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117090547318430002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwOOvcRsmTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nOR-U5tliIs/s320/stocking+resized+1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-7619181709187414834?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7619181709187414834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=7619181709187414834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7619181709187414834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7619181709187414834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/10/stitching-update.html' title='Stitching Update'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RwOOvMRsmSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qV5ISVyu5bE/s72-c/boo+resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-7764254026722436089</id><published>2007-09-30T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T08:55:48.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Last Left You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...we had picked up The Bubble and were on our way out of Glasgow. In spite of the fact that I had studied the atlas and knew generally where we were headed, my navigation skills failed when we got to Perth. I was having problems reading signs and locating where we were on the map and, consequently, I directed us in the wrong direction. But..I quickly recovered and found an alternate route to where we wanted to go. In the process we stumbled upon the Wal-Mart (which goes by a different name) that Aimee remembered being in Perth. So we figured the detour was meant to be...vbg. We stopped at Wal-Mart because I wanted to buy a curling iron (or tongs as they are called in Scotland). I have such baby fine hair and I need all the chemicals and help I can get to give the impression that there is a HINT of body in my hair. I could have brought my own curling iron but I would have needed a converter, so I decided it was just as easy to buy a cheap iron in Scotland. Now, where would you look for a curling iron? My initial thought was health and beauty aids. By the hair products? Hmmmm....there it is! By the clothes irons!! And I had the choice of ...oh, three! We also picked up some snacks and Aimee found Coke Orange....yes, it looked like an orange Coke bottle. She decided she needed to try it and said it was horrible -- like Hi C or any other orange soda mixed with Coke. We got back on the road and saw signs for Scone Palace (pronouced SKOON). It wasn't on our list of places to visit but we decided since we had time we would stop. I'm SO glad we did. We pulled up and parked in the car park (or parking lot as affectionately known in the US) and went to get tickets. While Aimee was waiting in line for the tickets I was taking in the beautiful location and the "Highland Coos". They are such magnificent animals. There were also peacocks wandering around, including white peacocks which I undestand Scone is known for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eVMRsmNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bcgkM6sqD-A/s1600-h/Highland+Coo+Resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115981788626065618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eVMRsmNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bcgkM6sqD-A/s320/Highland+Coo+Resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We then walked up the long drive to the Palace itself. A little bit of history...1500 years ago it was the capital of the Pictish kingdom and the center of the ancient Celtic church. It has been the seat of parliaments and the crowning place of kings. It has housed the Stone of Destiny upon which all British kings/queens sit when crowned. The Stone was last used at the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II. Scone Palance was immortalized in Shakepeare's Macbeth. It is still the home of the Earls of Mansfield. The interior is incredible and the imagination runs wild thinking about what it must have been like to live in such a place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eV8RsmOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4I8p3XB4Vb8/s1600-h/Scone+Palace+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115981801510967522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eV8RsmOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4I8p3XB4Vb8/s320/Scone+Palace+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After visiting the Palace, we decided to walk the grounds. They are so beautifully maintained with gardens and extremely lush lawns where peacocks wandered freely. We saw Moot Hill which was the Ancient Crowning Place of the Kings of Scots. It is immediately in front of the Palace near a Gothic Chapel, which is still used for special occasions. We wandered through an ancient cemetery and Aimee, of course, had to climb on the walls of the cemetery. We then set out to explore the Wild Garden and Pinetum. Absolutely incredible!! There were beautiful gardens set in clearing of trees. Aimee decided it was where she was going to hold her wedding reception! Of course, she had to attempt to climb one of the huge trees. I can't take her anywhere! (In the past I've had to peel her off one of the smokestacks on the Queen Mary.) She tried to get onto the huge branch but it was too high (or she was too short!) She took a run at it and attempted to jump but only managed to knock herself to the ground when her chest hit the branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eWMRsmPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CcyhM8Ramx4/s1600-h/Aimee+Climbing+Tree+Resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115981805805934834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eWMRsmPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CcyhM8Ramx4/s320/Aimee+Climbing+Tree+Resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The trees planted in the Pinetum where breathtaking. It originated with the planting of coniferous trees in 1848 and further trees have been added over the years. I have never in my life seen trees as tall as these. Aimee is a mere speck among the trees and you can't even begin to see the tops. I also do not have the words to decribe what it felt like to be in the Pinetum. The floor was covered with pine needles and it was soft to walk on and absolutely silent. The peacefulness of the spot was overwhelming. It truly made me feel small in the presence of God. Being in such a place was very moving to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eWMRsmQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fgGA_rRBoi0/s1600-h/Douglas+Fir+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115981805805934850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eWMRsmQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fgGA_rRBoi0/s320/Douglas+Fir+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After leaving the Pinetum we took on the Murray Star Maze. I'd always wanted to get lost in a maze and this one was tough! We kept wandering and wandering and could hear the fountain in the middle, but couldn't find our way to it. We finally made our want out of it and went up on the bridge over the maze at the entrance and figured out the proper route....all along the far edge of the maze. Finally we made it to the center!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eWcRsmRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/csLMAYEN22I/s1600-h/Scone+Maze+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115981810100902162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eWcRsmRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/csLMAYEN22I/s320/Scone+Maze+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending several hours at Skone Palance and wandering the grounds, we again hopped in The Bubble and continued our trip to Pitlochry. We stayed in a very cute bed and breakfast where our hostess was very accommodating and friendly. After checking in we walked into the town center where I had my first dinner of fish and chips...YUMMMMMMM!! Then it was back to the BnB for a shower and a good night sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-7764254026722436089?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7764254026722436089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=7764254026722436089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7764254026722436089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/7764254026722436089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-i-last-left-you.html' title='When I Last Left You...'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rv-eVMRsmNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bcgkM6sqD-A/s72-c/Highland+Coo+Resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-601906151468110400</id><published>2007-09-27T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:53:06.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattergories</title><content type='html'>GOOD LUCK....THIS WAS TOUGH !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...they have to be real places, names, things...nothing made up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your name?: NEILA&lt;br /&gt;TV show: NCIS&lt;br /&gt;4 letter word: NICE&lt;br /&gt;Boys name: NORMAN&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle: NOVA&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: NOVELIST&lt;br /&gt;City: NAPLES&lt;br /&gt;Girls Name: NANCY&lt;br /&gt;Something you shout: NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Drink: NECTAR&lt;br /&gt;Something you wear: NAIL POLISH&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity: NATALIE WOOD&lt;br /&gt;Food: NECTARINE&lt;br /&gt;Something found in a bathroom: NIGHT LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Reason for Being Late: NAUSEOUS&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character: NATASHA (as in Boris &amp;amp; Natasha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-601906151468110400?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/601906151468110400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=601906151468110400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/601906151468110400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/601906151468110400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/09/scattergories.html' title='Scattergories'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-1295979200400929167</id><published>2007-09-26T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:16:42.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I love, love, LOVE Halloween?  It is, without a doubt, my favorite holiday.  I don't get to dress up much any more except in my mind where I wear the most outrageous costumes.  I am truly a Halloween addict!  I would love to decorate my entire house, inside and out, in Halloween all year round, but I might get a few complaints.  Maybe when I FINALLY get my own craft room, I'll have to decorate it like Halloween 365 days a year (or Victorian...can't decide).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite Halloween memories is when I was 12 years old and lived in a suburb of Denver.  I dressed as a vampiress (is that a word?)  A favorite neighbor helped me get dressed, and probably helped develop my love of Halloween.  I wore a black skirt, black tights, black blouse, and black high heels.  My neighbor cut open a black velvet skirt and let me wear that as a cape.  She then applied white make-up and LOTS of black eye makeup.  I remember feeling so WICKED!  My friends and I started trick-or-treating early and stayed out until after 10:00...back in the day when it was safe for kids to stay out that late.  I filled 1 pillow case with candy and went home to get another.  At one house, the people invited all the kids into their back yard where they had a cauldron of water with apples we bobbed for. They also gave us hot apple cider.  (We'd probably get arrested if we did that in this day and age.)  At several houses we had our photos taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes, Halloween is my favorite holiday.  I think I have more Halloween framed cross stitch projects than any other theme and my to-do pile is mostly Halloween.  I just can't resist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hereby declare myself the Queen of Halloween!  Who wants to be in my court?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-1295979200400929167?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1295979200400929167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=1295979200400929167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1295979200400929167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1295979200400929167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/09/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-1966838886510429162</id><published>2007-09-25T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:27:51.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving in Scotland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Driving in Scotland can be a challenge in other ways besides the obvious difference of driving on the "wrong" side of the road. Fortunately Aimee has an incredible road atlas put out by AA, the UK's equivalent of AAA in the US. It literally shows each and every road in the country, as well as the location of all the roundabouts. It was easy to navigate (IF you kept track of where you were and realized that each little lane was on that map...I didn't always do well). There are basically 4 types of roadways: (1) major freeways (blue in the atlas), such as the M8, M80, etc.; (2) "dual carriageways" (red) like the A9, A93, etc. These roads are well maintained 2 lane divided highways with occasional "crawler lanes" which allowed faster traffic to pass slower vehicles and passing places on the side of the road to pull off the roadway; (3) 2-lane highways (yellow) which are narrower with fewer crawler lanes and not divided; and (4) narrow single-track lanes (white) where there is not enough room for 2 cars to pass. When 2 cars approach from opposite directions, the first car that reaches a passing place must pull over and stop to allow the other car to pass. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rvm-YcRsmEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gF3vUZL2Zow/s1600-h/street+2+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114328178972465218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rvm-YcRsmEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gF3vUZL2Zow/s320/street+2+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our trip took us on all 4 types of roadways, but we seemed to travel mostly on the dual carriageways. Most of the roads in the Highlands were very narrow and VERY twisty and turny. It was necessary to always be alert to see if you were meeting other cars and be prepared to pull over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rvm-YcRsmFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5OS48uwn0w0/s1600-h/city+street+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114328178972465234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rvm-YcRsmFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5OS48uwn0w0/s320/city+street+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some examples of now narrow some of the streets could be. Some of the most gorgeous scenery was along the smaller roads. Driving through forests that came right to the edge of the road or farms and field with sheep and cows grazing right next to us was phenomenal, very beautiful and incredibly peaceful and idyllic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rvm-YsRsmGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/o89QAZKQLD0/s1600-h/lane+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114328183267432546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rvm-YsRsmGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/o89QAZKQLD0/s320/lane+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many bridges are only wide enough for 1 car so the streets were often painted with white lines (think cross walks) indicating who had to "give way" and who had the right of way. In some places, particularly when going under low, narrow bridges, there would be lights indicating who had the right of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rvm-YsRsmHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cKMjdvdGeH0/s1600-h/street+1+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114328183267432562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rvm-YsRsmHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cKMjdvdGeH0/s320/street+1+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roundabouts are tricky until you understand how they work. For anyone not knowing what a roundabout is, it's a central island where vehicles travel around it in one direction. I'm not sure they would ever work well in the US with our rude drivers, road rage, impatience, etc. A driver must yield to cars already in the roundabout because they have priority. Then, you have to know what leg (street) you want to take off the roundabout in order to determine where you want to be in the roundabout, i.e., outer edge, inner edge, etc. If you are taking the first leg, you want to be in the outer edge; if you are taking the third leg, you want to be in the inner portion of the roundabout. I actually think they work well and traffic flows nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-1966838886510429162?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1966838886510429162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=1966838886510429162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1966838886510429162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/1966838886510429162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/09/driving-in-scotland.html' title='Driving in Scotland'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/Rvm-YcRsmEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gF3vUZL2Zow/s72-c/street+2+resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-4126388480743998351</id><published>2007-09-23T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:31:59.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland - The Adventure Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aimee began her trip at the crack of dawn on Saturday, September 8th. She flew from Burbank to Denver to Minneapolis. We were crossing our fingers that she wouldn't have any delays in Denver. Her last couple trips through there haven't been the best. At Thanksgiving time she "only" had about a 4 hour delay. Fortunately this time everything worked out well and she landed in Minneapolis almost a full 30 minutes early. We picked her up at the Lindberg terminal and Chuck then dropped both of us off at the Humphrey terminal where we checked in for our flight on Iceland Air. We had about a 3 hour wait which would have been okay if there was something to do in the Humphrey terminal! It's a very, very small, quiet terminal with only 1 small shop and a coffee shop. So I got coffee (what is life without coffee!) and we bought a couple large bottles of water for the plane. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RvbhxcRsl8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EcgSvhwBUbE/s1600-h/leaving+mpls+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113522666446034882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RvbhxcRsl8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EcgSvhwBUbE/s320/leaving+mpls+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our flight to Iceland was nice and smooth. The flight was just under 5 hours. We got a hot meal on the plane (meatballs of some kind of mystery meat and rice plus a very bizarre salad of some sort that neither of us could eat). We landed at Gate 9 in Iceland and our connecting flight to Scotland was out of Gate 8. We thought that was convenient. Little did we know!! When we got off the plane we went down an escalator and around a corner where we waited in a long line to go up another escalator. At the top of the escalator they confiscated our water, which we thought was strange. Why are they confiscating unopened bottles of water when we're connecting to another flight? The next thing we know we're going through security....shoes off, bags x-rayed, etc., and then our passports are checked. Yes...we are ENTERING ICELAND! But wait...we don't want to enter Iceland! We just want to connect to our flight to Scotland. After we've cleared immigration we went through the door, around the corner and got in another line to (you guessed it) LEAVE ICELAND!! We had our passports stamped twice..once to enter and once to leave. We waited at Gate 8 (virtually where we started). Aimee noticed that the overhead screen said "Go to Gate" for our flight. All of a sudden people just started boarding. There were NO announcements of any sort....we just boarded as a herd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RvbhxcRsl9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/J1-0Ix4SuEA/s1600-h/2+stamps+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113522666446034898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RvbhxcRsl9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/J1-0Ix4SuEA/s320/2+stamps+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's Aimee with both stamps in her passport. The flight to Scotland was only about 90 minutes and we again jumped through the hoops at immigration. It was pretty painless, except for the HUGE group of people ahead of us in line who spoke no English. There were only 3 guys working in immigration and they were having quite the time with this non-English speaking group. Eventually it was our turn and we breezed through. We stopped to change some money and then went in search of Enterprise where we'd reserved a car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We finally found the booth (after wandering around the airport, both inside and out) only to find a sign telling us that we had to go outside to their facility. We had no idea where it was so we started wandering in the area where we saw other car rental places. Finally we saw Enterprise in the furtherest corner from the airport terminal...but we were on the wrong side of a fence. So we climbed over the fence with our suitcases and FINALLY got there. They had a car ready and waiting for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RvbhxcRsl-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sWx1JTa6ukM/s1600-h/bubble+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113522666446034914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RvbhxcRsl-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sWx1JTa6ukM/s320/bubble+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's our little car (at Scone Palace) which we affectionately nicknamed The Bubble. We heart that little car!! I have to said that Aimee can drive with the best of Scottish drivers! She definitely impressed me. She is a PRO! She handled all those roundabouts like she did it every day. We hopped in The Bubble and headed out of Glasgow toward our first stop...Pitlochry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be continued.................. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-4126388480743998351?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4126388480743998351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=4126388480743998351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4126388480743998351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/4126388480743998351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/09/scotland-adventure-begins.html' title='Scotland - The Adventure Begins'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uqYbd3bIAQ/RvbhxcRsl8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EcgSvhwBUbE/s72-c/leaving+mpls+resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15748797.post-8668586614278432377</id><published>2007-09-21T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:39:16.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>It’s the Pay It Forward Exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s based of the concept of the movie “Pay it Forward” where acts or deeds of kindness are done without expecting something in return, just passing it on, with hope that the recipients of the acts of kindness are passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it works.&lt;br /&gt;I will make and send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment to this post on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I do not know what that gift will be yet, and it won’t be sent this month, probably not next month, but it will be sent (within 6 months) and that’s a promise! What YOU have to do in return, then, is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it's the first THREE who comment on the blog that they want to participate in the PAY IT FORWARD exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P.S.  If you don't have a blog or a google account, please email me if you want to participate.  I don't want anyone to be left out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15748797-8668586614278432377?l=neilasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8668586614278432377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15748797&amp;postID=8668586614278432377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8668586614278432377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15748797/posts/default/8668586614278432377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilasnotes.blogspot.com/2007/09/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>Neila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/1468/400/MomandEddie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
