<?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-28858227</id><updated>2012-02-13T04:42:44.810-08:00</updated><category term='pastel'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='tangerines'/><category term='childhood memories'/><category term='namesake'/><category term='Avon'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Enya'/><category term='that girl'/><category term='apple pie'/><category term='books'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='vintage'/><category term='first grade'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='nature'/><category term='wirewrapped'/><category term='whales'/><category term='Haleigh'/><category term='http://mylifeasawarrior.blogspot.com/'/><category term='granddaughter'/><category term='arrowhead'/><category term='fruit box'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='fate'/><category term='library'/><category term='lone ranger'/><category term='jewelry'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='memories'/><category term='pets'/><category term='my room'/><category term='bookmobile'/><category term='turquoise'/><category term='Luna Moth'/><category term='banana smoothie'/><category term='job hunt'/><category term='My Life in Songs'/><category term='Lady'/><category term='chief seattle'/><title type='text'>Cedar Chest of Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarchestofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28858227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarchestofdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28858227/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Robbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04663210786298674312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/THIKDBYwzNI/AAAAAAAAHNc/M_Mi5r4NXEc/S220/Tulips.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1319</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28858227.post-6160059884857957871</id><published>2010-12-24T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:57:47.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ahhh, I've had a relaxing day today.&amp;nbsp; I'm off today and the next two days.&amp;nbsp; Haleigh is going to call me when she wakes up in the morning and I've promised her I'll be right over to watch her open her Santa Claus presents. I've gone to the grocery store, expecting great crowds but was pleasantly fooled.&amp;nbsp; I've cooked a squash casserole for dinner tonight with the kids. And it has been just a very quiet and peaceful day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My new store is going well.&amp;nbsp; There are things I've got to change and people who have to get to know me and it seems that everything as far as equipment is concerned is&amp;nbsp;breaking down all at once.&amp;nbsp; But it is a challenge and the drive is wonderful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; So, here's wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a good year to come.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I'll get my heart back into blogging and maybe not but one thing is for sure.&amp;nbsp; I'm happy to have a job, I'm happy to be here, I'm happy to be doing well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robbin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Rainier.&amp;nbsp; There's an amazing Glass museum which Amy and Haleigh and I have visited.&amp;nbsp; ALL in all I'm excited to be there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; The bad news is for the next two weeks I have limited help, my one major employee is taking not one but two weeks of vacation.&amp;nbsp; Great timing.&amp;nbsp; And so I'm pretty much on my own to start with.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure that will not impress the Dr. but I'm lucky that they share Dr.'s with other stores and I know one of them, he was the Dr. I worked with in Lacey.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The kids went and cut their Christmas tree right after Thanksgiving and bought me&amp;nbsp; a cute little one which still sits over there not decorated.&amp;nbsp; I think Haleigh is coming to decorate it for me one day this week when I get off early.&amp;nbsp; I have no day off.&amp;nbsp; But I'm hoping to be off next Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And last but not least Haleigh performed in her annual Nutcracker this afternoon and she was just beautiful.&amp;nbsp; This year her mom had a part too.&amp;nbsp; Matthew and I stayed until after their scenes and then we snuck away and had dinner together and watched the Falcons play Tampa Bay.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And last but not least, I killed my poor car with all the miles I've put it through for the past month.&amp;nbsp; It was a 1999 Chevy and I've replaced him with a cute little 2001 Mitsubishi that is named "Mitzi".&amp;nbsp; We hope she's a good girl even though you never know with used cars.&amp;nbsp; At least I'll only travel around 70 miles a day instead of 112 miles a day, thanks to my promotion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, that's all my news I'm thinking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Life is good.&amp;nbsp; For that I'm happy and thankful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a good week! 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Well, to me they are, I like them a lot and this cuts the calories in half. With the low sugar box of cake mix it makes them even more better. YOU must try this. I promise you will like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZgHgAdnUI/AAAAAAAAG9g/2Mlb7TD_v3M/s1600-h/100_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106885417344322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZgHgAdnUI/AAAAAAAAG9g/2Mlb7TD_v3M/s400/100_0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Amy bought the coolest vintage whistling teapot but..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZgHNreUMI/AAAAAAAAG9Q/-HdzRwOXhtM/s1600-h/100_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106880497471682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZgHNreUMI/AAAAAAAAG9Q/-HdzRwOXhtM/s400/100_0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....... It really and truly upsets the dogs, they go nuts. This is Sam going "OH MAKE IT STOP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZgGwpxeEI/AAAAAAAAG9I/vfU9_JpiemE/s1600-h/100_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106872705710146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZgGwpxeEI/AAAAAAAAG9I/vfU9_JpiemE/s400/100_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And Ozzie goes on automatic guard duty, he is ready to attack!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZgGvaYlaI/AAAAAAAAG9A/iYt6EvAuYhE/s1600-h/100_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106872372729250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZgGvaYlaI/AAAAAAAAG9A/iYt6EvAuYhE/s400/100_0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; They stay on alert for a long time after the whistling has stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZfjHakn4I/AAAAAAAAG84/rvQcq--KLdg/s1600-h/100_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106260340678530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZfjHakn4I/AAAAAAAAG84/rvQcq--KLdg/s400/100_0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But after awhile when he is sure the threat is gone............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZfi3eH4iI/AAAAAAAAG8w/OA7nqyGzxr8/s1600-h/100_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106256060604962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SuZfi3eH4iI/AAAAAAAAG8w/OA7nqyGzxr8/s400/100_0122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; He conks out and relaxes until we have our next cups of tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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AH HA, I love books, I have all the experience to handle this one but then I noticed one little problem. It's an ADULT book store. I DON'T THINK that would work for me. Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haleigh and I have had some interesting conversations today, one being that I think the honeymoon of having her grandmother living here is over. She says when I just came to visit I always had something for her and I let her do whatever she asks and I never said no to her. Ummm, I guess life is tough like that. I told her I'd move out again way far and only visit again if she thought that was best and she said...."NO!!! that's not what I meant!" I know what she means, it is very different but in a good way. And anyway she still has another grandmother in Georgia that can do her that way. Me, I get to be the mean grandmother now but maybe she'll have good memories of me like I do of my grandmother that I got to spend some summers with when I was little. She'd come stay with us for the summer and I still have memories of some of our experiences and conversations. I can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the weather as it gets colder. We'll see how I fare with the winters here but something tells me I'll do fine. If it snows I'll just keep myself at home! Hope you have a good week,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Robbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life&lt;br /&gt;That's what all the people say&lt;br /&gt;You're riding high in April&lt;br /&gt;You're shot down in May&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna change that tune&lt;br /&gt;When I'm back on top in June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that's life&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as funny as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;Some people get their kicks&lt;br /&gt;Stompin' on your dreams&lt;br /&gt;But I don't let it, let it get me down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this fine ol' world keeps spinning 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,&lt;br /&gt;A poet, a pawn &amp; a king&lt;br /&gt;I've been up &amp; down &amp; over &amp; out&lt;br /&gt;But I know one thing&lt;br /&gt;Each time I find myself, flat on this face&lt;br /&gt;I pick myself up &amp; get back in the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;I thought of quitting, baby&lt;br /&gt;This heart wasn't gonna buy it&lt;br /&gt;And if I didn't think it was worth one single try&lt;br /&gt;I'd jump right on a big bird &amp; then I'd fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,&lt;br /&gt;A poet, a pawn &amp; a king&lt;br /&gt;I've been up &amp; down &amp; over &amp; out&lt;br /&gt;And I know one thing&lt;br /&gt;Each time I find myself flat on my face&lt;br /&gt;I pick myself up &amp; get back in the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life&lt;br /&gt;That's life &amp; I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Many times I thought of cutting out&lt;br /&gt;But my heart won't buy it&lt;br /&gt;But if there's nothing shakin' come this here July&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna roll&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna roll&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball &amp; die&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;That's life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung by Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;Written by Kay Gordon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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My blogger friend Marge from &lt;a href="http://roadsage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Road Sage&lt;/a&gt; was worried about me and asked me to let everyone know I'm ok. I am ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Haleigh's been out of school I keep very busy. And I'm a little tired of blogging, it is true. I've seen bloggers do that and delete their blogs and that is that but I won't do that as this blog records my life through thick and thin for the last few years and I know myself well enough to know I'll be back to it soon. SO don't give up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is happening with me is just what I hoped would happen. I am beginning to gain a little confidence in myself again. When life beats you up a bit, you get a little unsure of yourself and everything and everyone around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I lost my passion for life for a while there. Still that's not all back but I do see hope for that to return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm healing and I am living with a family where we all love each other very much and life is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Marge, I am ok. I am better than ok, I am just doing what I want, when I want, where I want. I've never been able to do that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am healing and growing and will soon be ready to go back into the world because I have to work, and I want to as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still reading my favorite blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there you have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm back to making jewelry and I'm posting some of the pieces so far. 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We packed a basket with bologna on white bread with mayo, some dill pickles and our favorite chips, some iced raspberry green tea (which is our favorite at the moment) and off we went. Oh, and also Pumpkin chocolate chip muffins.&lt;br /&gt;We made daisy chains (which she taught me to do by the way) and read poetry and sang and she serenaded me with her harmonica. And we were visited by squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGn8V73dfI/AAAAAAAAFOE/9uPJXXT7fXo/s1600-h/100_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGn8V73dfI/AAAAAAAAFOE/9uPJXXT7fXo/s400/100_0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341735288160351730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGn3kh2RAI/AAAAAAAAFN8/qw5Kr1ORpy4/s1600-h/100_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGn3kh2RAI/AAAAAAAAFN8/qw5Kr1ORpy4/s400/100_0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341735206178407426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGnwFBkNQI/AAAAAAAAFN0/ktx3vieGFlE/s1600-h/100_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGnwFBkNQI/AAAAAAAAFN0/ktx3vieGFlE/s400/100_0124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341735077462422786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGnnfBDYzI/AAAAAAAAFNs/YvFxihG_MoA/s1600-h/100_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGnnfBDYzI/AAAAAAAAFNs/YvFxihG_MoA/s400/100_0125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341734929820771122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGnfoTZavI/AAAAAAAAFNk/LT4JoZaHBAs/s1600-h/100_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGnfoTZavI/AAAAAAAAFNk/LT4JoZaHBAs/s400/100_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341734794874678002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGnWmLz4TI/AAAAAAAAFNc/bKwOT8Q2zAg/s1600-h/100_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGnWmLz4TI/AAAAAAAAFNc/bKwOT8Q2zAg/s400/100_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341734639687164210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGnCA1ZM-I/AAAAAAAAFNU/C53sm4WiTz8/s1600-h/100_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341734286063645666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGnCA1ZM-I/AAAAAAAAFNU/C53sm4WiTz8/s400/100_0134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGmxYZBI5I/AAAAAAAAFNM/vCXbiKSGY2I/s1600-h/100_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341734000329302930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGmxYZBI5I/AAAAAAAAFNM/vCXbiKSGY2I/s400/100_0135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGmqV1HGnI/AAAAAAAAFNE/qwE7uD7EYsM/s1600-h/100_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341733879382743666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGmqV1HGnI/AAAAAAAAFNE/qwE7uD7EYsM/s400/100_0136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGmjF21RII/AAAAAAAAFM8/9gw7JCNqhb4/s1600-h/100_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341733754835911810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGmjF21RII/AAAAAAAAFM8/9gw7JCNqhb4/s400/100_0137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGmYDsy89I/AAAAAAAAFM0/uCUsBb8AGfI/s1600-h/100_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341733565278385106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGmYDsy89I/AAAAAAAAFM0/uCUsBb8AGfI/s400/100_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGmOTK7QjI/AAAAAAAAFMs/WOQ40zS__iQ/s1600-h/100_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341733397632598578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiGmOTK7QjI/AAAAAAAAFMs/WOQ40zS__iQ/s400/100_0149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And we laughed and we giggled and had such a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tracker.icerocket.com/services/collector.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28858227-6449802580774843916?l=cedarchestofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarchestofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6449802580774843916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28858227&amp;postID=6449802580774843916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28858227/posts/default/6449802580774843916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28858227/posts/default/6449802580774843916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarchestofdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-darn-curiosity-plague.html' title='That Darn Curiosity Plague'/><author><name>Robbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04663210786298674312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/THIKDBYwzNI/AAAAAAAAHNc/M_Mi5r4NXEc/S220/Tulips.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/SiDJtpD9_0I/AAAAAAAAFMM/6WyGvEIJqxs/s72-c/100_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28858227.post-4572770720015059605</id><published>2009-05-26T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:32:29.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in the Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amy and Matthew went to the book store and bought books. They bought this one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy7F9S4x7I/AAAAAAAAFKY/t6pBo89yndY/s1600-h/100_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340348969182087090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy7F9S4x7I/AAAAAAAAFKY/t6pBo89yndY/s400/100_0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So, I've read a lot of it today outside on the deck over looking the backyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy665gYyII/AAAAAAAAFKQ/xDKvxILxKqc/s1600-h/100_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340348779186407554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy665gYyII/AAAAAAAAFKQ/xDKvxILxKqc/s400/100_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;They also bought this book....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy6uu9FyXI/AAAAAAAAFKI/MMHFVLUXCiY/s1600-h/100_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340348570195577202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy6uu9FyXI/AAAAAAAAFKI/MMHFVLUXCiY/s400/100_0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;....because Amy bought these....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy6dG_85UI/AAAAAAAAFKA/Wo0bN4SJcgI/s1600-h/100_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340348267412383042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy6dG_85UI/AAAAAAAAFKA/Wo0bN4SJcgI/s400/100_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And we are doing a lot of this. We have to be able to idenify the birds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy6TIcwVII/AAAAAAAAFJ4/xqM6YEQPiW8/s1600-h/100_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340348096002937986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy6TIcwVII/AAAAAAAAFJ4/xqM6YEQPiW8/s400/100_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;While at the ocean this past weekend we collected rocks. This is our white collection along with one small black pebble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy6C3RceiI/AAAAAAAAFJw/yi1dpNdsnek/s1600-h/100_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340347816514189858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy6C3RceiI/AAAAAAAAFJw/yi1dpNdsnek/s400/100_0102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Doesn't it look so very Zen? I arranged them on a tray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy56D6tUhI/AAAAAAAAFJo/WbeLGKfUW6g/s1600-h/100_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340347665289662994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy56D6tUhI/AAAAAAAAFJo/WbeLGKfUW6g/s400/100_0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm going to keep them on my window sill. For inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy5zMp36-I/AAAAAAAAFJg/IK0VbBQKfVo/s1600-h/100_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340347547375889378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy5zMp36-I/AAAAAAAAFJg/IK0VbBQKfVo/s400/100_0109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Matthew also found this stone. It is heart shaped, can you tell? A Stone Heart and a sign to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy5oCvjEKI/AAAAAAAAFJY/eHYWrIw6xUs/s1600-h/100_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340347355736772770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy5oCvjEKI/AAAAAAAAFJY/eHYWrIw6xUs/s400/100_0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;He decided to put it in Amy's Flower Bed. I like that a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy5fmVwaOI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/67Zly321XyU/s1600-h/100_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340347210673449186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKFikccOu6c/Shy5fmVwaOI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/67Zly321XyU/s400/100_0118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; The simple things in life are the best! They are what make me smile. They make me know like is worth living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Here are two quotes from my new book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Even when he travels far, he is not separate from his own true nature." (Tao Te Ching)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"The motion of nature is cyclic and returning." (Tao Te Ching)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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