<?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-4441244125886766860</id><updated>2011-10-10T14:16:08.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny Nettes Frogs and Friends</title><subtitle type='html'>Home is where magic and miracles can happen. Simple things are always it seems to me, what makes life worth living.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-2011698818777228787</id><published>2011-01-10T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:10:33.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TSt06ukv7aI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/9nnZixgpAMU/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TSt06ukv7aI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/9nnZixgpAMU/s320/077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quigley and Cora just haning out,&amp;nbsp; They add a lot to our life, they are good parents most of the time, Quigley likes the puppies when they get old enough to run and play with him. Both of them are just pettty mellow. Cora's favorite thing is taking a bath, she will lay down and soak until you finally have to day. Bath time if over alrread.. Quigley favorite thing is to be where ever his mistress is..&amp;nbsp; He does not do well for long without her..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is usually found snuggled up right next to her. Or next to anyone else who happens to think that they can sit in her chair..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TSt0_tJZ5JI/AAAAAAAAA9U/TzhwFucj7CE/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TSt0_tJZ5JI/AAAAAAAAA9U/TzhwFucj7CE/s320/078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/4441244125886766860-2011698818777228787?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/2011698818777228787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=2011698818777228787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2011698818777228787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2011698818777228787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2011/01/quigley-and-cora-just-haning-out-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TSt06ukv7aI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/9nnZixgpAMU/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-8155709945033200190</id><published>2010-09-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T19:14:03.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I Love history, I love it when I can trace my way back and see who I am and where I came from anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TIwt2tEfZ5I/AAAAAAAAA8o/54batTXuGA4/s1600/West,Thomas(3BDeLaWarr)02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TIwt2tEfZ5I/AAAAAAAAA8o/54batTXuGA4/s200/West,Thomas(3BDeLaWarr)02.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One doe snot really realize what life has to offer until one beginds to see what life had... We look around and see what this county has became aond we wonder what our partis in it, but what do we do?&amp;nbsp; In 1609, The American colonies were packed up and ready to leave for England, they&amp;nbsp; had fought Indian wars, and were loosing, they had ran out of supplies and were ready to head home,&amp;nbsp; they did not. For as they were starting there departure, three ships from England came sailing in. All funded and finaced by Thomas West. De La Warr.&amp;nbsp; Thomas was interested not only in the coloney, he had came to fight .&amp;nbsp; He succeeded in keeping the colonist in America and being named Govenor for life of Virginia.. He set sail back for England to help the colony and to bring more supplies and perhaps more people to America..&amp;nbsp; Upon returning again to the Americas,he died, and was buried in James Town, his grave being discoved in 2006.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have so many questions about him.. Who was he really, was he kind, What was his reaction when he first saw this Land America?&amp;nbsp; Did he fall in love with it.. How did his family get here? For they did.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wonder at time how they felt those women who sailed the seas.. How did they feel as the land began to disappear, and then the weeks and weeks it took to this new land.&amp;nbsp; Did they dream of home and of loved ones. Did they bury children at sea.. Did some of them come in later life, leaving children and grandchildren behing?&amp;nbsp; We know of the men, but what of the women who stood behind them ..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Strong women, who came, willing or not. Who died in a strange land.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wonder if they stood sometimes and looked at the Ocean and wondered if they would ever see there native land again. Very few did.&amp;nbsp; Those that stayed raised children &amp;nbsp;here. Children whom became Americans, who called this land home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-8155709945033200190?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/8155709945033200190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=8155709945033200190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/8155709945033200190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/8155709945033200190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-history-i-love-it-when-i-can-trace.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TIwt2tEfZ5I/AAAAAAAAA8o/54batTXuGA4/s72-c/West,Thomas(3BDeLaWarr)02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-5869249480908761933</id><published>2010-07-18T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:40:43.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog gone it anyway...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO1LcR1f-I/AAAAAAAAA54/uytW5OLv_Wk/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO1LcR1f-I/AAAAAAAAA54/uytW5OLv_Wk/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any time you go to Bandon&amp;nbsp; you see dogs.. People have them at the beach and also down town.. Here are some people loading two black labs up in the car, the dogs love it here, they love the ocean.. I talked to one lady whom had a very little yorkie and she said. Oh he loves to come and just roam free.. We saw many labs.. Quigley saw a wonderful yellow lab at the beach and fussed and whined and finally we went over for him to see him, he wagged his tail and loved on that great old lab and whinned,, like, come and play with me.. I think at times he is looking for Webster for ever lab we saw, it was the same thinkg..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO1cMcMKkI/AAAAAAAAA6I/5fKSqfHhMjQ/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO1cMcMKkI/AAAAAAAAA6I/5fKSqfHhMjQ/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO09C7rdJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/pIUGTh1m8Bo/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO09C7rdJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/pIUGTh1m8Bo/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I have to tell you we also take our dogs. Here is Shannon taking Falkor.. then this little white dog heis the mascot of the local fish and chips place,&amp;nbsp; he roams free and hopes for a hand out, but the owner has a sign posted please do not feed the dog.. He I think waits hopefully for someone to come whom does not read.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO03KNpUzI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ptw0K4s8l5o/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO03KNpUzI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ptw0K4s8l5o/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO1jBlH-VI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9I0qFrbToqg/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO1jBlH-VI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9I0qFrbToqg/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In between the drift wood is a large golden retriever, we have seen him before running the beach, a wonderful dog.. We saw so many and it was not till the end of the day that I though to post them..&amp;nbsp; It seems to me that all the dogs that come to the beach are people dogs and good with other pets.&amp;nbsp; There was a few that we felt we had to pick up the puppies and carry past..&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO6cFZ8UQI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/P_mmrhQwZ-8/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO6cFZ8UQI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/P_mmrhQwZ-8/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you come to the beach you see t his sign.. So carry&amp;nbsp; a poop bag with you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and at least have a leash for your dog. We let ours run if there is no one about, Coca Beans loved the coast.. She was so happy to dig and dig as if she could dig to China.. Quiggley just love to be there to run and play and see what he can see.. Now Falkor he was just happy to walk a little but when the wind blew and it got cold he was perfectly&amp;nbsp; happy to be carried in the back pack...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-5869249480908761933?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/5869249480908761933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=5869249480908761933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/5869249480908761933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/5869249480908761933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/07/dog-gone-it-anyway.html' title='Dog gone it anyway...'/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TEO1LcR1f-I/AAAAAAAAA54/uytW5OLv_Wk/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-4635427707729716226</id><published>2010-07-11T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:01:28.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJyxh6Q8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/4aNhpd5_QJY/s1600/152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJyxh6Q8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/4aNhpd5_QJY/s320/152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep I am looking forward to Ocean beaches.. It will feel good to run to the coast and excape the heat. trying to find a day when that will work and work well for me..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJmKTAjGI/AAAAAAAAA44/jG5cUo7Y8UI/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJmKTAjGI/AAAAAAAAA44/jG5cUo7Y8UI/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry Cora that you did not get to come with me to Oregon. But you are after all Joels dog.. Hope you are taking good care of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJaq7OHLI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zj1QfmTgjHE/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJaq7OHLI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zj1QfmTgjHE/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many times in my life that I am wondering&amp;nbsp; what way I am traveling.. Seems as if, that I tend to find a road that I have never traveled before.. one thing that is pretty constant is my friend and buddy who at this moment is right beside me.. He is my shadow and althought a little spoilt around the edges my bud..&amp;nbsp; It does not seem that he is 4 and half years old, the years have gone too fast, they slip away and are gone before we know it..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quiggers and I are now in Oregon, we have been joined by Shannon and Falcore and Coco,&amp;nbsp; or&amp;nbsp; Beans.. has came back to live with us. She was loved by Heather family, but after some thought and tears and choices she came back to live with Grandma as Heather has her hands full of little hands and sweet smiles and needs to concentrate on them.. They have moved into a appartment in Bontiful Utah..&amp;nbsp; I think all are glad to have their family back together. Aunt Rynn was excepted at school in&amp;nbsp; Moscow so is on her way to new adventures and new things, Her time in Vernal was good. She learned she needed to get her education.. That&amp;nbsp; growing up is going to be fun and challenging. Life is always rather interesting.. It is a great puzzle with many pieces that we need to put together, some fit quickly into place, some are hard to fine, others seem to fit but when we try them, they do not. Sometimes we take those pieces and try to force them to fit, just knowing they are the right ones. Only to discover they are not, and not matter how hard we try they do not work.. Then we have to start looking once again, for the right one, and sometimes it is hard to find it,&amp;nbsp; infact sometimes we have to go and work on another part of the puzzle and leave be the piece we are looking for, and when we do, all at once there it is rigth in front of us and we marvel that it is found and it fits, and fits well .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In life we are all looking for those pieces that fit and fit well and when we find them oh, how good that is.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqI091hWiI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/CntcqUNdLMY/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqI091hWiI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/CntcqUNdLMY/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shannon hasd came to Oregon with me. Josh is off playing army.. He is missed by his sweet wife.. She misses his witt and teasing and bossing.&amp;nbsp; She misses him at night, she is sleeping with me.. So for all the men out there whom have slept with a pregnat wife, I now relate to how hard that is, She seems never to find a comfortable spot and is turning and twisting all night long.. I am tired and needing a good nights sleep and the heat is not helping.. SMILE..&amp;nbsp;Got to love her.. We actually only have one Queen sized bed here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thinking when I came down this time I would come with my bed , I sold the two full beds that were here.. SMILE.. Going to order me a memory foam from Costco this week..&amp;nbsp; Just do not tell my&amp;nbsp;husband..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;SMILE...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJLu2Q_pI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Sqg3OWnr0eI/s1600/190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJLu2Q_pI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Sqg3OWnr0eI/s320/190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh Maggie I am going to miss you.. Maggie has grown up fast from that little girl whom super glued her eye shut summers ago to a preteen..&amp;nbsp; She is awesome and fun most of the time.. SMILE.. Where did the years go, how did they slip by so fast. When did those chubby little hands and feet grow so big, and where did that wit and humor come from.. They have grown so fast these children and I miss the little ones they once were but I marvel at who they have become.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJg4l4FbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/n2nK08H7f0w/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJg4l4FbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/n2nK08H7f0w/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So now I am in the land of barns and farms and sheep.. Down home,&amp;nbsp; I love barns but no, I do not have one or live by one, just search them out to paint.. I live at the beginning of town. No not the edge of town but the beginning.&amp;nbsp; I live down the street from 7 eleven and the pizza place, in a little green house with a chain link fence and pink and red roses and a fushia bush, and a cedar tree that gives me wonderful shade..&amp;nbsp; I live two blocks from church and 7 miles from Roseburg.. and 60 miles from the mountains and 60 miles from the coast...&amp;nbsp; I will miss my Idaho&amp;nbsp; mountains and the snow.. I will miss&amp;nbsp; much, but in missing much I also gain so much more.. I gain a house that is easier for me to take care of.. Traditions and family .. I gain a awesome ward family that I have already grown to love.&amp;nbsp; And New adventures.. I will miss my grandchildren, but am so pleased to know that I will have a new grandchild born and Oregonian..&amp;nbsp; I will enjoy Temple trips with the sisters.. and I know God&amp;nbsp; has plans for me.. It will&amp;nbsp; not only work this Oregon adventure we are partaking, it will work well.&amp;nbsp; For I believe if we are true and faithful. God just lets everything else we need fall into place. I do not know what he has planned, or how it will be, but I know this, it will be good, for I have been blessed with that knowledge.. Thank You Lord for your love. Thank you for you insite. Thank You for my kind husband who pushes me on , incourages me forward, tells me I am marvelous and wonderful and sweet and kind.. ( It gets him far and he is a smart man )&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-4635427707729716226?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/4635427707729716226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=4635427707729716226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/4635427707729716226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/4635427707729716226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/07/yep-i-am-looking-forward-to-ocean.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TDqJyxh6Q8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/4aNhpd5_QJY/s72-c/152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-9151725472479494146</id><published>2010-06-01T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:55:44.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUeNFLBTgI/AAAAAAAAA34/f13HO_lzpgg/s1600/Jeanette+166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUeNFLBTgI/AAAAAAAAA34/f13HO_lzpgg/s320/Jeanette+166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley loves the puppy and she is a ultimate puppy hog.. The puppy is a good sport about it and is learning that you have to move fast to keep up with the Clement kids.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUeaFYjAgI/AAAAAAAAA4A/jyFEHya5weA/s1600/Jeanette+167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUeaFYjAgI/AAAAAAAAA4A/jyFEHya5weA/s320/Jeanette+167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She just giggles and loves on the puppy.. There was not a doubt in her heart that when the puppy came in the door it belonged to not Derrick but her.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUeqWDlJgI/AAAAAAAAA4I/VnwqtGV5kA4/s1600/Jeanette+165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUeqWDlJgI/AAAAAAAAA4I/VnwqtGV5kA4/s320/Jeanette+165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with Coco it more fun then anything else there is to do.. And Coco just seems to say. O.K. what next, what else can we do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-9151725472479494146?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/9151725472479494146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=9151725472479494146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/9151725472479494146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/9151725472479494146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/06/riley-loves-puppy-and-she-is-ultimate.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUeNFLBTgI/AAAAAAAAA34/f13HO_lzpgg/s72-c/Jeanette+166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-759480860805256671</id><published>2010-06-01T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:47:01.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUa-bhbWqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/04uBVc5qiNU/s1600/Jeanette+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUa-bhbWqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/04uBVc5qiNU/s320/Jeanette+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel took us to this really cool place called Fantasy Canyon.. The kids loved it. They are just kids that are waiting for adventures to happen... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUZ8KggSMI/AAAAAAAAA3I/cnPdWYffK0A/s1600/Jeanette+134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUZ8KggSMI/AAAAAAAAA3I/cnPdWYffK0A/s320/Jeanette+134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derrick of course had to play it up. This place was right our of star wars and he loved it...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUZv_gyu8I/AAAAAAAAA3A/MSR1u8o276k/s1600/Jeanette+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUZv_gyu8I/AAAAAAAAA3A/MSR1u8o276k/s320/Jeanette+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heathe as ever was working hard to keep up with the kids and wht they were doing, she always has this great humor and good attitude.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUavFR8loI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6nWTaHikhGI/s1600/Jeanette+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUavFR8loI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6nWTaHikhGI/s320/Jeanette+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen he just slept all thought it, all snug in his bed, which his dad carried the whole way.. Daniel is a great dad and always make the adventure worth it... Thanks Dan we loved it..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUZn1O949I/AAAAAAAAA24/uAXs5oEuEd8/s1600/Jeanette+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUZn1O949I/AAAAAAAAA24/uAXs5oEuEd8/s320/Jeanette+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen is just this mellow little kid that you can not help but just want to snuggle with.. Hope he stays that way, Heather said,&amp;nbsp; I hope I get a mellow kid this time, hope so to, but the other two are way cute..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUZfC_OpJI/AAAAAAAAA2w/MMM5sr2gR1w/s1600/Jeanette+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUZfC_OpJI/AAAAAAAAA2w/MMM5sr2gR1w/s320/Jeanette+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derrick loves his Little brother, he said. " Thanks mom for bringing us this new baby home..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUalDsOgvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/88u8iVvLxDk/s1600/Jeanette+181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUalDsOgvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/88u8iVvLxDk/s320/Jeanette+181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley is happy if you feed here.. Here she is eating strawberrys.. She has these big blue eyes that work well , because she is so hard not just to love no matter what she is into or what she had done, and then she has this big old flashy smile that wins you over right away.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUaTBGO03I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/CdTUGJfqAkg/s1600/Jeanette+168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUaTBGO03I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/CdTUGJfqAkg/s320/Jeanette+168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her is Riley with dad looking at the puppy.&amp;nbsp; She loves the puppy and thinks coco came to her house just for her.. She is indeed a puppy hog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-759480860805256671?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/759480860805256671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=759480860805256671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/759480860805256671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/759480860805256671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/06/daniel-took-us-to-this-really-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/TAUa-bhbWqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/04uBVc5qiNU/s72-c/Jeanette+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-2237187556296262386</id><published>2010-03-07T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:43:01.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5RgmhgDciI/AAAAAAAAA1o/QmDQJc9lnyg/s1600-h/Shannon+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5RgmhgDciI/AAAAAAAAA1o/QmDQJc9lnyg/s320/Shannon+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joel and I drive through Grass Valley to get home... usually we just sail through after all there really is not a place to eat and there is not a bathroom there, but as we went through this time we noticed this old church that has seem better days and I just had to stop and take it's piture.. I fell in love with it.. I wonder who went to church there, is there anyone in Grass Valley that has memories of little girls and in pig tail or boys with frogs in their pocket that used to sit tall and straight in the pew.. I have always has a love for old empty churches and schools and always wondered what memoires were made there,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5Rg594facI/AAAAAAAAA1w/AeuUrn3v-xo/s1600-h/Shannon+069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5Rg594facI/AAAAAAAAA1w/AeuUrn3v-xo/s320/Shannon+069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The old school was right behind the church ad I wondered if it was&amp;nbsp; 1-12 grades&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a big old building that was painted brick. Why did they pain that beautiful red brick I do not know.. I loved the entrance and could just sit and imagine the beautiful glass that used to adorn the doors .. I love the doors of building.. Can you not just see children lining up outside to go to class as the bell rings. For that is how it happened.. You lined up and went into the school&amp;nbsp; almost marching , with reverence and respect..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5RhJUUQ9GI/AAAAAAAAA14/fY6TC-_F3fU/s1600-h/Shannon+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5RhJUUQ9GI/AAAAAAAAA14/fY6TC-_F3fU/s320/Shannon+066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5RhZZC7i-I/AAAAAAAAA2A/pk34fydQsNM/s1600-h/Shannon+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5RhZZC7i-I/AAAAAAAAA2A/pk34fydQsNM/s320/Shannon+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as we turned the corner of that nostalgic place there lined row after row were old tractors, and then not far down the road row after row of old trucks.. Wow it was just pretty cool to see them all lined up there. We figured our dad would of loved it, not a museum .. Just someone private field and ther they sat.. They too probably could tell many tells of life..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So cool sometimes just to walk back into the past ..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We would of stayed longer looking but the locals were looking at us and I am not to sure that it was in a friendly way.. wondering what in the heck we were doing.. driving up and down the roads of there little town...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5Rhqm3wXhI/AAAAAAAAA2I/HTiQlrRnLPE/s1600-h/Shannon+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5Rhqm3wXhI/AAAAAAAAA2I/HTiQlrRnLPE/s320/Shannon+071.JPG" /&gt;&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/4441244125886766860-2237187556296262386?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/2237187556296262386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=2237187556296262386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2237187556296262386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2237187556296262386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/03/joel-and-i-drive-through-grass-valley.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S5RgmhgDciI/AAAAAAAAA1o/QmDQJc9lnyg/s72-c/Shannon+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-7971822980435167466</id><published>2010-03-03T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:07:40.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S47OpE_iV1I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/wtIIIcyYvGY/s1600-h/Shannon+107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S47OpE_iV1I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/wtIIIcyYvGY/s320/Shannon+107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is March and the crocus are in bloom they come up seem to just spring to life and&amp;nbsp; then are here a while and just gone so fast.. I picked a couple and brought them in to draw, and they faded so fast that I regretted it.. but then again. one must draw or what would life be ...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S47ObdMe0UI/AAAAAAAAA1I/jNsYN-iHlQU/s1600-h/Shannon+104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S47ObdMe0UI/AAAAAAAAA1I/jNsYN-iHlQU/s320/Shannon+104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those little shades of purple and bright yellow center, just make me smile to know spring is on it way, and&amp;nbsp; to the crocus the weather does not seem to matter they pop there little heads up through the snow.. They are here before any other flower dares to show it's face.. They always give us hope , I could say they give us hope that better is coming, but looking at there sweet beauty , I just do not think at this point it gets any better than that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-7971822980435167466?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/7971822980435167466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=7971822980435167466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/7971822980435167466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/7971822980435167466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-march-and-crocus-are-in-bloom.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S47OpE_iV1I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/wtIIIcyYvGY/s72-c/Shannon+107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-2493029510824705152</id><published>2010-02-18T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:53:29.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ka-Rynn was double 2 on the 16th.. So the A' boys and Josh came over and cooked for her. Aaron was the chief chef.. Everyhing was wonderful and we all enjoyed a good mean and I think the kids enjoyed a fun night.&amp;nbsp; Friends are just great to have and we love all the kids running in and out and at times feel a little lost when the house gets a little to quiet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34XK-Yae_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tonyznFVkZk/s1600-h/CIMG3270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34XK-Yae_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tonyznFVkZk/s320/CIMG3270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34WLGkiZAI/AAAAAAAAAxo/UA8cX815aKY/s1600-h/CIMG3269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34WLGkiZAI/AAAAAAAAAxo/UA8cX815aKY/s320/CIMG3269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34WbSMV0jI/AAAAAAAAAxw/VsxE28pKUxU/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34W-nK_6XI/AAAAAAAAAyA/YLZ0X-UDG4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34W-nK_6XI/AAAAAAAAAyA/YLZ0X-UDG4Q/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am thinking Josh s wondering just what in the heck his wife is doing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And of course Sally and Rynn.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was fun to bad that my camera did not have it's memory card in or we would of had more pictures.. SMILE..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ka-Rynn has of course grown up to fast. She is sassy and outspoken and yet she has a sweet heart at times she seems to not know what direction she wants to go in and at other times she know but it seems that while she is swimming down stream everyone else is swimming up.. She has this fantastic laugh and smile and when she is good she is very good.. SMILE. always has been so..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She is herself and I love it..&amp;nbsp; Happy Year and hope all is wonderful and well and that this year is the most precious and wonderful year of you live..&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34WBa6N4oI/AAAAAAAAAxY/cISptoPAbCM/s1600-h/CIMG3267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34WBa6N4oI/AAAAAAAAAxY/cISptoPAbCM/s320/CIMG3267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34WpAgGMJI/AAAAAAAAAx4/t7BstAN6O1g/s1600-h/CIMG3309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34WpAgGMJI/AAAAAAAAAx4/t7BstAN6O1g/s320/CIMG3309.JPG" /&gt;&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/4441244125886766860-2493029510824705152?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/2493029510824705152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=2493029510824705152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2493029510824705152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2493029510824705152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/02/ka-rynn-was-double-2-on-16th.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34XK-Yae_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tonyznFVkZk/s72-c/CIMG3270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-1592286729604464697</id><published>2010-02-18T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:11:28.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34NIq4q1UI/AAAAAAAAAw4/5GYN_rMFOVE/s1600-h/West,Thomas(3BDeLaWarr)02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34NIq4q1UI/AAAAAAAAAw4/5GYN_rMFOVE/s320/West,Thomas(3BDeLaWarr)02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thomas west is our great great ancestor.. he came to America in 1609 ..&amp;nbsp; eventually the West line married into the Brownings , whom also came to America early.. Thomas did not last long in America but was the first govenor of Virginia and also Deleware was named after him&amp;gt; Yep and all this time I thought the Deleware Indians gave the state the name and it was just the opposite..&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34OkOnJUjI/AAAAAAAAAxI/TfDGf06KO_A/s1600-h/Shannon+Samoa+174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34OkOnJUjI/AAAAAAAAAxI/TfDGf06KO_A/s320/Shannon+Samoa+174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thisis the only picture I could find of Jon, but he and Thomas look like brother.&amp;nbsp; More so then Jon looks like his own brothers.. It has amused and amazed us for a long time and make me realize that I was not found under a cabbage patch after all but do come from that Browning stock..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love family history.. it is to me, Our history is so interesting, no matter where we came from. There are so many stories out there of just ordinary people that&amp;nbsp; had to be so fascinating , I&amp;nbsp; wish people had left more for us to&amp;nbsp; know..&amp;nbsp; I hope we leave a better legacy behind..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-1592286729604464697?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/1592286729604464697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=1592286729604464697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/1592286729604464697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/1592286729604464697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/02/thomas-west-is-our-great-great-ancestor.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34NIq4q1UI/AAAAAAAAAw4/5GYN_rMFOVE/s72-c/West,Thomas(3BDeLaWarr)02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-1487168556351264016</id><published>2010-02-18T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:58:42.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34EqdO476I/AAAAAAAAAwg/uP8va5MBocI/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34EqdO476I/AAAAAAAAAwg/uP8va5MBocI/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what belongs to who. And what belongs to me?&amp;nbsp; I think Joel belongs to me. That is what works for me at any rate.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34FEJmT4YI/AAAAAAAAAww/cid82cDOymM/s1600-h/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34FEJmT4YI/AAAAAAAAAww/cid82cDOymM/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joel always checks things out.. but and one of his pet peeves is car stickers,, expesially ones that advertise.. He is cleaning one off.. The only sticker I ever had on a rig.. was I would rather be scouting. It was still on the rabbit till the day we sold it.. I do not know why Joel let me keep it. Maybe because I loved scouts..&amp;nbsp; Man was that a long time ago..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was in scouting for twelve years and then did merrit badges for more years...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love it..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34E2_vPLQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/gDdrYSEzaVc/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34E2_vPLQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/gDdrYSEzaVc/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well here it is. the Jeep, all set up with my Nette plates.. Pronounce Nett .. Incase anyone was wondering.. SMILE. It will do. I hope it has the opportunity to be a part of many adventures..&amp;nbsp; It does have it token book of Mormon in it.. Not for pertection but for my perfection.. It comes in handy when I find my self with a few spare moments here and there..&amp;nbsp; I am tonight glad to be sitting her and not in pain and ready to go to Winston for our first outing..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am actually thankful for life. My life.. I am grateful for the I have all around me. and for God&amp;nbsp; hand as it is ever in my life.. I am grateful for all my children. They make me laugh, at times they make me cry but I love them all so much and think they are all so wonderful .. I love adding to this family.. It has been great to have&amp;nbsp; Josh become a part of it,,,&amp;nbsp; I hope that we keep adding and growing ,&amp;nbsp; I love the friends that have become family and I love it when they come here and call it home..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope our&amp;nbsp; hearts and home will be opened to all in Oregon. That we can always&amp;nbsp; have a&amp;nbsp; welcome matt out..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-1487168556351264016?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/1487168556351264016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=1487168556351264016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/1487168556351264016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/1487168556351264016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-what-belongs-to-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S34EqdO476I/AAAAAAAAAwg/uP8va5MBocI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-3975074794756428265</id><published>2010-02-14T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:30:37.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3iT0lYwTpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Bmu2uhlB_MM/s1600-h/145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3iT0lYwTpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Bmu2uhlB_MM/s320/145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey sweetheart just incase I didn't tell you,, I love you so much...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3iTOLRj24I/AAAAAAAAAwA/9gXSRD_AjZY/s1600-h/162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3iTOLRj24I/AAAAAAAAAwA/9gXSRD_AjZY/s320/162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey.. Daddy did I tell you I love you..&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3iTYTfNVHI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Smr0gADJFXU/s320/067.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Well there she goes our little girl. She grew to fast.. She has always been full of so much love and surprises and a song in her heart..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Goshe love her.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3iUXDXlF0I/AAAAAAAAAwY/3ycthUUsgy8/s1600-h/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3iUXDXlF0I/AAAAAAAAAwY/3ycthUUsgy8/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well here is our Baby.. Sure glad we get to at least keep her for a while.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&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/4441244125886766860-3975074794756428265?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/3975074794756428265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=3975074794756428265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/3975074794756428265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/3975074794756428265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-sweetheart-just-incase-i-didnt-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3iT0lYwTpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Bmu2uhlB_MM/s72-c/145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-2078684112507785110</id><published>2010-02-11T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:07:13.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of my tracker has came to and end..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3SmIQdDP3I/AAAAAAAAAvg/esxQcdkybmM/s1600-h/681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3SmIQdDP3I/AAAAAAAAAvg/esxQcdkybmM/s320/681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, my sweet little tracker.. I will miss you so much..You have been my friend and we have traved so&amp;nbsp; many roads together.. Whew.. &lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3SmjZOiFRI/AAAAAAAAAvo/nFQX7kK6ToA/s320/686.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No glass left and everything just bent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Sm2YGt4zI/AAAAAAAAAvw/YXtD1uXHYzE/s1600-h/673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Sm2YGt4zI/AAAAAAAAAvw/YXtD1uXHYzE/s320/673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are somedays when you know that you should of just stayed in be.. I had and errand and I forced my self out the door to do it. Then I decided I would take Shannon copy of her wedding pictures to her.. as she needed to get play with them as I sure have had a lot of fun with them the past few days..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was on third street and somehow someway just went in front of&amp;nbsp; ( Yes Chris ) a dodge.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Sm2YGt4zI/AAAAAAAAAvw/YXtD1uXHYzE/s1600-h/673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Sm2YGt4zI/AAAAAAAAAvw/YXtD1uXHYzE/s320/673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All at once&amp;nbsp; was just bounced into and the glass flew and I did too..I am a little bruised and sore but fine.. You know&amp;nbsp; four adviles do, do wonders for you.. I bear my testimony that the Lord loves me.. I do not have a doubt..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So many times I just marvel at this.. I am but a speck of Sand but my&amp;nbsp; Father know me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-2078684112507785110?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/2078684112507785110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=2078684112507785110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2078684112507785110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2078684112507785110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-of-my-tracker-has-came-to-and-end.html' title='The life of my tracker has came to and end..'/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3SmIQdDP3I/AAAAAAAAAvg/esxQcdkybmM/s72-c/681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-6634166790664323673</id><published>2010-02-10T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:08:17.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LThPgrxoI/AAAAAAAAAtg/0MPQf1JJAtQ/s1600-h/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LThPgrxoI/AAAAAAAAAtg/0MPQf1JJAtQ/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do not think that life could work without friend and family.. It seemed to me when things just got so crazy, that Rynn and Cassie stepped in and were there to make this day of Shannons and Josh's the most wonderful. And then there was Gabby, whom gave us so many smiles and was so cute. She was such a wonderful part of the evening and she just floated back and forth from the bride to the groom. She told everyone. Shannon has a surprise for Josh.. It of course was the dress..&amp;nbsp; She was way to cute.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LUnLy3tKI/AAAAAAAAAuI/_mB7lnwdWsg/s1600-h/104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LUnLy3tKI/AAAAAAAAAuI/_mB7lnwdWsg/s320/104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabby and Josh. She loves her big brother. and he is so cute with her.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LUYSk1YtI/AAAAAAAAAuA/N_WWnG6XqOM/s1600-h/200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LUYSk1YtI/AAAAAAAAAuA/N_WWnG6XqOM/s320/200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A wedding is not a wedding without family. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LT7mWSwUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/PPG-nW9HRDs/s1600-h/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LT7mWSwUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/PPG-nW9HRDs/s320/106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LTxJJZUPI/AAAAAAAAAto/B2FNc2i39VQ/s1600-h/084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LTxJJZUPI/AAAAAAAAAto/B2FNc2i39VQ/s320/084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey we did it hun..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LUIn8WQcI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2KT7OpAE_yY/s1600-h/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LUIn8WQcI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2KT7OpAE_yY/s320/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Love this one as Josh looked at Shannon, such a tender moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LU2CpCRJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/mgX6qSB1izQ/s1600-h/125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LU2CpCRJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/mgX6qSB1izQ/s320/125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I read my New year post I stated what a lot of changes had come to pass this year and I wondered what the New Year would bring. It has been so far an amazing year.. And also a year we know that a lot of prayers will be&amp;nbsp; needed..&amp;nbsp; The second of January Josh was baptised. It was one of the most wonderful baptism I have ever attended. The spirit was there so strong that I stood all amazed. The same was true the next day as he was confirmed a memeber of the Church again I stood amazed at the love that seemed just to pour out at all who were there..&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It seemed to me that Josh and Shannon crammed more into the month of January then most people cram into years.. It was a interesting and long month.. Ending with a wedding a wedding planned for Feburuary.. It was pretty awesome. Wedding cake is a wonderful thing.. Some simple as Shannon was and some cake way over the top. The cake anyway this one reflects the bride and groom. Shannon put the final touches on their cake Thursday night and it set there as in anticipation of the day to come. The wedding also was amazing.. It seemed to me that the Lord loves these two and&amp;nbsp; has a great many&amp;nbsp; plans for them.&amp;nbsp; Life is what we make it. Life can be wonderful or not. it is our choice. If we choose to look for the good in other we shall surley find it. In marriage each day as I awake, I say a silent prayer of thanks and gratitude for the fine man whom I share my life with..&amp;nbsp; I look at him and think of all I have because of his love for me..&amp;nbsp; If we but take time to be grateful for those we love I think that the world works better, anyway my world does..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So we go on, what will the rest of the year bring.. I have no clue.. I&amp;nbsp; just know that we are going to go forward with it and&amp;nbsp; love it.. There will be times when we will be on bended knee.. I am sure tears will flow. but I hope all in all the happiness will abound. That we will remember just to have bad moments not to let bad moments take over our days , that can and should be filled with light and love and laughter..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-6634166790664323673?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/6634166790664323673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=6634166790664323673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/6634166790664323673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/6634166790664323673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-do-not-think-that-life-could-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3LThPgrxoI/AAAAAAAAAtg/0MPQf1JJAtQ/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-3440880366358947731</id><published>2010-02-09T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:49:21.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Iry8LyFMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/tcv7ZhEOyqM/s1600-h/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Iry8LyFMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/tcv7ZhEOyqM/s400/079.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3IrkgCvtxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/UjxwjLFCoMk/s1600-h/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3IrkgCvtxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/UjxwjLFCoMk/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a wonderful wedding ,&amp;nbsp; We just loved every minuet of it..&amp;nbsp; I love the pitcure of Shannon and Josh's little sister as Shannon kneels down and say. Now we are sisters... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3IrOi5W28I/AAAAAAAAAso/ZnVCdltqkAE/s1600-h/195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3IrOi5W28I/AAAAAAAAAso/ZnVCdltqkAE/s320/195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Iq_ae97XI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kvObmf7Uv-Q/s1600-h/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Iq_ae97XI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kvObmf7Uv-Q/s320/101.JPG" /&gt;&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/4441244125886766860-3440880366358947731?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/3440880366358947731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=3440880366358947731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/3440880366358947731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/3440880366358947731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-wonderful-wedding-we-just-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Iry8LyFMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/tcv7ZhEOyqM/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-730828115422315604</id><published>2010-02-09T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:25:21.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3ImGB--2LI/AAAAAAAAAsY/jJN89fk9hdE/s1600-h/131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3ImGB--2LI/AAAAAAAAAsY/jJN89fk9hdE/s320/131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3IlLph6CBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/3SdZjFLvSxg/s1600-h/129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3IlLph6CBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/3SdZjFLvSxg/s320/129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Ilod0X3RI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/elrdmqSbM7Y/s1600-h/132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Ilod0X3RI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/elrdmqSbM7Y/s320/132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3IlVnDDYvI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kNUcnw85vqU/s1600-h/120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3IlVnDDYvI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kNUcnw85vqU/s320/120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wedding cake should always be yummy and fun..&amp;nbsp; There was a lot of fun. Josh did underestimate his wife and ended up with a lt of cake in his face.. It was just one of those most wonderful nights..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-730828115422315604?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/730828115422315604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=730828115422315604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/730828115422315604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/730828115422315604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/02/wedding-cake-should-always-be-yummy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3ImGB--2LI/AAAAAAAAAsY/jJN89fk9hdE/s72-c/131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-5798203285507341113</id><published>2010-02-09T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:20:51.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Hr8uob3oI/AAAAAAAAArw/Yl5110yVqVc/s1600-h/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Hr8uob3oI/AAAAAAAAArw/Yl5110yVqVc/s640/088.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Hrw8Pw2aI/AAAAAAAAAro/g2jY2zqC9J8/s1600-h/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Hrw8Pw2aI/AAAAAAAAAro/g2jY2zqC9J8/s320/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3HrjpobpfI/AAAAAAAAArg/Qmuz4bH3hoo/s1600-h/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3HrjpobpfI/AAAAAAAAArg/Qmuz4bH3hoo/s320/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3HsFLbsD-I/AAAAAAAAAr4/3-rhlkKsE_Q/s1600-h/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3HsFLbsD-I/AAAAAAAAAr4/3-rhlkKsE_Q/s320/095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shannon and Josh&amp;nbsp; The new Mr and Mrs Joshua Walters.. Married Feb 5th 2010... At Rathdrum Idaho.&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Once a long time ago. There was a little bouncy red head that lived at our house.. Whom was sure she could take care of the world.. She grew and bounced and we loved it.. Somewhere along the away.. She just bounced into the heart of Joshua Makaala Walters and he grabbed ahold and held her tight.. She who always squirmed free from too long of and embrace.. Just snuggled and stayed put and so the boy ended up&amp;nbsp; deciding he would keep her...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-5798203285507341113?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/5798203285507341113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=5798203285507341113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/5798203285507341113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/5798203285507341113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/02/shannon-and-josh-new-mr-and-mrs-joshua.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S3Hr8uob3oI/AAAAAAAAArw/Yl5110yVqVc/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-6084141892453405315</id><published>2010-01-09T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:06:53.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S0le6zqubcI/AAAAAAAAArY/7YlQQfupF-4/s1600-h/Jeanette+3+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S0le6zqubcI/AAAAAAAAArY/7YlQQfupF-4/s320/Jeanette+3+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate the cold, I hate being cold and if it is cold&amp;nbsp; I think we should all just become hermits and stay home.. Like the bear go to bed and wake up to spring.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My thought go to summer, we has some pretty good days,&amp;nbsp; Shannon and I made a trip to Burke Idaho, I love Burk it is unique, there is not place on earth like Burke, my only regrett is that I did not get to go visit in it hey day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was built over a creek , infact the hotel had the creek running through it as well as the railroad and road. I am not sure how that worked as it is all gone now except the pilings and a few logs.&amp;nbsp; What a great day that must of been.&amp;nbsp; Burke was of course a mining town, and as you go up there you see the scars of it.&amp;nbsp; You also see houses yet that are built right up to the mountian..&amp;nbsp; They are so fascinating.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Burke would be a great place to live if there was not a thing we call winter..&amp;nbsp; It is at any rate a great place to go and visit, it is just outside of Wallace Idaho, also a must on the go see places of Idaho.&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/4441244125886766860-6084141892453405315?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/6084141892453405315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=6084141892453405315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/6084141892453405315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/6084141892453405315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-cold-i-hate-being-cold-and-if-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/S0le6zqubcI/AAAAAAAAArY/7YlQQfupF-4/s72-c/Jeanette+3+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-4714577408709000408</id><published>2010-01-01T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:59:04.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Sz4IUQCPQpI/AAAAAAAAArI/CFlnHqRDyTE/s1600-h/Shannon+Spring+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Sz4IUQCPQpI/AAAAAAAAArI/CFlnHqRDyTE/s320/Shannon+Spring+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What the new year here already, I did not have time enough in the last one and now you tell me I have to start all over... This year has brought to us many changes. Life never stands still.&amp;nbsp; There are times when I would like to just say, hold on stop. I would like to say, go back, I want to do that over again, and yet the time just keeps ticking away and it gone and a new day dawns and we get up and have a go at life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In this year I have had some nearly perfect days, and some far from perfect one.&amp;nbsp; There have been days when I have came to the end of them, thinking, that was one wonderful day. And have been so grateful for it.There have been days when I have wondered if I&amp;nbsp;could make it through.&amp;nbsp;Those wonderdays it seems to me are the ones when I have just had the pleasure of enjoying my family. Having one or more gathered in one place, Have talked to one across the ocean and got to see them on web cam. Those days that were hard also involved family, for when the ones we love hurt in anyway, we also hurt, and I always want the best for those I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course to me as ever, my best days are when I am in the open air, out enjoying what God had created. Up on the top of a mountain, with the dogs.&amp;nbsp; Or walking the ocean beaches.&amp;nbsp; I love it, I love that I have two legs that still work and eyes that see and ears that hear.&amp;nbsp; I treasure those things as who know who long I will have working body parts.. SMILE...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My goals this year is just to work on being a healthy me, so I can keep enjoying those I love and the simple things I love.&amp;nbsp; What comes will come, and I may be off on some great adventure and I may be at home in my simple sweet house in Oregon or the rambling one in Idaho. but where ever I am. it is home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Home after all is just an illution of stick and stone, the real home is in our hearts. The real home is family.&amp;nbsp; I have always felt that as long as I have my scriptures and a warm place to sleep and something to eat it is home.&amp;nbsp; Home is a magical place, where love abounds.&amp;nbsp; In the summer it is my camper. I am happy with that little space and content there for long stretches at a time.&amp;nbsp; It does not take much to be happy, it just takes love. And not just love for each other, it takes the Love and faith of our Savior, I have found as I invite him in, now matter where I am, it is home and it is good and wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So my New year goal is to draw nearer to him, to understand more what he wants of me. and to go and do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy New Year. it will after all be what we make it. Happiness is found all around us, if we are just willing to take a hold of it and call it ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So what in the heck is the New year going to bring. Do we know, are we ready are we prepared for anything that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Come what may, it is in fact here.&amp;nbsp; It snuck in in the middle of the night, I went to sleep with on year and woke up to the next. Gosh, I tried to make it to midnight, but have been keeping to late of nights and just could not make it.&amp;nbsp; Where is my determination and will power, all I had was one more hour.&amp;nbsp; Well maybe next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-4714577408709000408?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/4714577408709000408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=4714577408709000408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/4714577408709000408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/4714577408709000408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-new-year-here-already-i-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Sz4IUQCPQpI/AAAAAAAAArI/CFlnHqRDyTE/s72-c/Shannon+Spring+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-5822337107245014503</id><published>2009-12-23T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:31:19.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming, I feel it in the air. Christmas is coming and it seems to me that miracles and magic are everywhere..&amp;nbsp; At this time of year, I often ponder and wonder about life, It seems to me that if we just believe in Christ, that Christmas takes on that magic and wonder not matter where we are at, or what happens in the world around us..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; This is Joel and I first ever Christmas alone and I have been excited and a little bit worried. I miss the kids and the noise and the dogs. Gosh we do not even have the dogs here. I will miss the laughter on Christmas morning and sitting around in our pajamas and Joel cooking a giant breakfast. But it is time to take our wings and fly.. Time to make a differnece and learn who we are once again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am glad I am with my best friend. I still get excited when he walks into a room.&amp;nbsp; I still feel that great love for him that I felt so many years ago. Only it is better. It is more and it wonderful.&amp;nbsp; And with him beside me we can have a wonderful Christmas no matter where we go.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; As I turn my thoughts to family near and some so far away.. I love them all so much, and hope that somehow someway, they can feel this great wonder of the season that has been in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We did not do gifts this year, except of course the grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; We just decided to concentrate on us, and the season and it has been one of the best Christmas Season I have ever had. I hav ehad time to think of Christ, to listen to Christmas music and&amp;nbsp;to watch the Christmas Carol 3 times.. .. SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas one and all, may we keep that love in our hearts all year long, and so come what may, and it will come, that we will have the strength and faith to see it through..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-5822337107245014503?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/5822337107245014503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=5822337107245014503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/5822337107245014503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/5822337107245014503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming-i-feel-it-in-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-3854629652973035847</id><published>2009-08-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:44:09.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4JORC7nI/AAAAAAAAAlM/swJ8lvilXI0/s1600-h/harty+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037517622079090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4JORC7nI/AAAAAAAAAlM/swJ8lvilXI0/s320/harty+127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to cub scout day camp a couple of weeks ago, They had there own Abe Lincoln. Wonderful story teller and the boys were all in awe of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4IRa4iLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/hGLnHWgEEkI/s1600-h/harty+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037501288777906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4IRa4iLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/hGLnHWgEEkI/s320/harty+144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camp Easten has been there since 1928. I am not sure how many acres it , but it is a lot, it is a beautiful spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4H1G3UeI/AAAAAAAAAk8/EI7ul704FGs/s1600-h/harty+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037493688619490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4H1G3UeI/AAAAAAAAAk8/EI7ul704FGs/s320/harty+133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More of camp Easten and one of the little cabins that I think are really cute, the oldest was built in 1938 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4Hdq1i3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/EsEDjhQJEKA/s1600-h/harty+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037487397047154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4Hdq1i3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/EsEDjhQJEKA/s320/harty+121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing more touching then the cubs raising the flag. Here the flag is not forgotten but raised and lowered each day with a touching heartfelt ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4GxC6B2I/AAAAAAAAAks/f0s4Q6cwQxY/s1600-h/harty+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037475418408802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4GxC6B2I/AAAAAAAAAks/f0s4Q6cwQxY/s320/harty+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is actually round lake and Curt is off in the distance on his boat, I love to go on the lake with my boat and my book, and just relax. He of course he fishes, it is too much trouble for me.I after all have passengers on my boat, I take the dogs. Quiggley has love going with me and now Cora is great to take. They just sit there and watch the water and keep track of me.  They are my buddies. I guess they replace the kids, I need something to keep me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4441244125886766860-3854629652973035847?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/3854629652973035847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=3854629652973035847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/3854629652973035847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/3854629652973035847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-to-cub-scout-day-camp-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spf4JORC7nI/AAAAAAAAAlM/swJ8lvilXI0/s72-c/harty+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-4023881267861399354</id><published>2009-08-28T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:20:00.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rocks are just awesome up the St. Joe the colors always amaze me, this if from my boat and the rocks are about ten to fifteen feet deep, the water is so clear and wonderful.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spfxrbh7J-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/s0KhpQEQrYU/s1600-h/harty+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030408716691426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spfxrbh7J-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/s0KhpQEQrYU/s320/harty+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spfxqiij6CI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ipgQ8FGCYzE/s1600-h/Jeanette+3+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030393418541090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spfxqiij6CI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ipgQ8FGCYzE/s320/Jeanette+3+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I got up huckle berry picking I have to climb to the top of the Mountain and look down, The bittersweets go on and on and on as if there is no end. I just love to stand and take it all in. I see lots of evidence in the form of droppings from bear and moose, but so far have not run into one. I miss my faithful old Webster whom romped through the brush making sure that nothing was up ahead. He is to old to take anymore, the heart is there but the body does not work like it used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SpfxqPhPUvI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-HGRUkYDVFc/s1600-h/Jeanette+3+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030388312724210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SpfxqPhPUvI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-HGRUkYDVFc/s320/Jeanette+3+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another view from the top of the mountain, it was one of those wonderul North Idaho days where the clouds just rolled in and kept us cool but it no rain. Usually it waits till night to rain, and from the top of a mountain the lightening can be magnificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spfxpd6JU-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/kFG7x5Mnnyw/s1600-h/harty+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030374995416034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spfxpd6JU-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/kFG7x5Mnnyw/s320/harty+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frog child, I think he was born with gills.  He had me perched upon the top of the railroad bridge. and so I did what any mother would do, I took pitcures. He was checking out to see if he could find any sucker fish.  He and his buddy goal is to rid the water of these fish that take away habitat from the trout.  He always scouts out good fishing holes to come back to on the pontoon boats. One of our favorite pass times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spfxoxo5laI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jK6dYVSJsFI/s1600-h/harty+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030363111921058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spfxoxo5laI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jK6dYVSJsFI/s320/harty+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More rocks , I keep hauling them to Oregon. I have a little bit of Idaho in my front yard. Plan to do more with them down there. Summer is such a wonderful time here in N.I.  It never seems that we have enough of it, even now you can feel that fall is sneaking in, The nights are always cool here even in the heat of summer, but as fall rolls around the air begins to turn crisp.  I have loved it. I will miss it t his year as I head out in September to Oregon.  I will miss it when we move down for good. But new miracles and wonders await wherever one goes. Life to me is amazing and wonderul, it does not ever matter where we are, there is something there to enjoy and adventure happen in our own back yard if we just are willing to look for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4441244125886766860-4023881267861399354?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/4023881267861399354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=4023881267861399354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/4023881267861399354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/4023881267861399354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2009/08/rocks-are-just-awesome-up-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/Spfxrbh7J-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/s0KhpQEQrYU/s72-c/harty+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-8467986114837568438</id><published>2009-06-28T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:44:24.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a wonderful life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMxFmGSqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/XsTg-gZP3SM/s1600-h/Jeanette+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401457096575650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMxFmGSqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/XsTg-gZP3SM/s400/Jeanette+338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You just know the world is good when Riley flases you one of her famous smiles. She is such a stinker but then she just will look at you and smile and  what can I say, Your heart melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMwnCsnvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5gzdgL7V2Ns/s1600-h/Jeanette+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401448895028978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMwnCsnvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5gzdgL7V2Ns/s400/Jeanette+206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is nothing so wonderful in life then to be up the river hiking , it seems to me that up there that you are just one with God. It is more than wonderful. There is such peace and as you look around you ., you see all the little miracles that the Lord has put there just for you. And you know with out a doubt, that he is very near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMwfiP9eI/AAAAAAAAAhk/GTGDezIY1aI/s1600-h/Jeanette+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401446879884770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMwfiP9eI/AAAAAAAAAhk/GTGDezIY1aI/s400/Jeanette+211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a Lady slipper, she is a rare little flower that you are very privledge to see. We say about ten of them while hiking. I was awed at the tender beauty of this small little plant, and it determination to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMv08BgxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/tfP-lUiE1Do/s1600-h/Jeanette+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401435445265170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMv08BgxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/tfP-lUiE1Do/s400/Jeanette+202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you cousin tell you to put on his coat and that you will be invisable you believe it. but you are just a little worried that after all someone might know you are there after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMvmbcKHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/X78BTVLNGFE/s1600-h/Jeanette+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401431550503026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMvmbcKHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/X78BTVLNGFE/s400/Jeanette+180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls out hiking, tis is our hiking crew. They loved it. we had such a good day that day just walking in the woods. Enjoying the earth and singing to the top of our lungs..  After all. the hills need to be filled with music, it's the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4441244125886766860-8467986114837568438?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/8467986114837568438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=8467986114837568438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/8467986114837568438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/8467986114837568438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-wonderful-life.html' title='It&apos;s a wonderful life'/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SkeMxFmGSqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/XsTg-gZP3SM/s72-c/Jeanette+338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-2260988587703854659</id><published>2009-06-05T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:26:37.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With spring comes many changes, one was I got a Mail box, a real mail box for down home in Winston, I get to walk right out the door and get the box.  It took three months of wondering when and I got it in the day before I left.  And yes, virginia, I do by some miracle get mail. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI_qE4gmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9A7fkc3xpF8/s1600-h/Jeanette+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343953060059710050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI_qE4gmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9A7fkc3xpF8/s400/Jeanette+153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always seem to have more projects to do when we go to Oregon then we have time to do.  We have a very special friend who comes and lends a hand and it seems that if he is promised pinocle and dinner, he comes and works hard, We never repay him for all he does and he always does a fantatic job and it is just what I wanted...   This spring we decided we really needed to take out that old broken slider, it has been on the honey do list for some time.  and I had a vision of what it would look like and all I can say is I was not disappointed. It makes me want to be right down there getting the rest of the vision completed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI_Xk5slI/AAAAAAAAAgc/E-T-TOhVgSQ/s1600-h/Jeanette+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343953055093731922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI_Xk5slI/AAAAAAAAAgc/E-T-TOhVgSQ/s400/Jeanette+150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE also took out the hedge from the front yard, it has been on the refusing to florish list for many years.  Well the poison oak and the blackberrys seemed to survive and florish and the hedge just died.  We also cut back the Laural tree hoping that it will spring back. but all in all it gave ths house a new look. Still lots to do as always...  the list never seems to grow shorter, but longer and longer.  It will work, I am sure that it will work and end up wonderful in the end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ka-Rynn reaction to Oregon is what the heck, I did not come to Oregon to work my entire vacation. I came to run barefoot in the sand at the Ocean. She is after all my child and does not care what the weather, she loves the Ocean. SOmewhere in our blood there must of been many a sea faring men. I guess Starting with Thomas West who came to America in 1609...  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI_D7VYRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/G2R4zu70HrU/s1600-h/Jeanette+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343953049819111698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI_D7VYRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/G2R4zu70HrU/s400/Jeanette+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI-wH0OwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/4sN4U5w-l4I/s1600-h/Jeanette+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343953044502756098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI-wH0OwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/4sN4U5w-l4I/s400/Jeanette+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring in Oregon was pretty awesome and more so when Jon and his family came.  Maggie like those before her. loved the Ocean, Windy weather and all she was out there enjoying the sand.. Barefoot of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI-YoLOFI/AAAAAAAAAgE/TQDRc0lL8_M/s1600-h/Jeanette+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343953038196029522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI-YoLOFI/AAAAAAAAAgE/TQDRc0lL8_M/s400/Jeanette+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain and the sun came and went. and Umberella I found works for both, and the old boat cleaned up made a very wonderful place for girls to hang out... and I found out that rubber fit many feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring came and went too fast.  Then it was time to load up and go home to Idaho. I was anxious to get home, but also sad to leave Oregon behind. This business of going back and forth it rough..  It was an adventure, There are so many things I love at both ends of the road. but all in all I like Joel at the same end of the road as I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is still going slow up here, but he is working and so retirement is still on hold, we are hoping for a while yet. Who know what tomorrow will bring, but this we know, sunshine or rain, we will love it. For each day is a great day. Each day has so much to give and so much to offer. I stand all amazed always at how God hand is always in our lifes.  Just when I think things are not going to work, they do. Just when I think I have taken off more than a can chew, a miracles walks through the door.  Life like Joel says, Is fantastic, so have a fantasic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4441244125886766860-2260988587703854659?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/2260988587703854659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=2260988587703854659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2260988587703854659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2260988587703854659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SimI_qE4gmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9A7fkc3xpF8/s72-c/Jeanette+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-8064922647522808085</id><published>2009-01-08T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:53:39.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxXL3zuyI/AAAAAAAAAes/4gP1EwU2WCo/s1600-h/1-8-2009+5%3B54%3B22+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289180193019378466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxXL3zuyI/AAAAAAAAAes/4gP1EwU2WCo/s320/1-8-2009+5%3B54%3B22+PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A hunderd year or so ago, according to my children, Joe and I walked down the isle, ready for our life together to begin. Excited and full of hope and dreams. Well everything did not go as we planned, it went better. I still love to walk anywhere with him that he wants to go.. Gosh were we really ever that young.&lt;br /&gt;And talking about young. Look at the kids. Where did the years go so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxW9tbpqI/AAAAAAAAAek/O_SoB4FthrQ/s1600-h/1-8-2009+5%3B23%3B46+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289180189217760930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxW9tbpqI/AAAAAAAAAek/O_SoB4FthrQ/s320/1-8-2009+5%3B23%3B46+PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had this old tub, you know one of those ones that people used to use to bath in, In Fact I did as a young girl. Well we kept one on the back porch for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxW8nAcmI/AAAAAAAAAec/bEOWDMDzoJk/s1600-h/1-8-2009+3%3B56%3B29+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289180188922376802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxW8nAcmI/AAAAAAAAAec/bEOWDMDzoJk/s320/1-8-2009+3%3B56%3B29+PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were cute and sweet and buddies from the time Ka-Rynn came into the world.  It seems to me that they still are most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxWV8DsXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sRnrNspH72U/s1600-h/1-8-2009+4%3B00%3B45+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289180178541687154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxWV8DsXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sRnrNspH72U/s320/1-8-2009+4%3B00%3B45+PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Memories , Those days of laughter and giggles were fun wonderful days, But who could not love today. For it brings new adventures ...   All we have to do, it keep following the yellow brick road and see where it takes us next. With me, it is going to take me to Oregon. I leave on the 20th.  and may be there for a few months.  My life from now on will be runs from Oregon to Idaho. Until Joe retires,  then Oregon is the plan. I will miss the beauty of the snow, but look forward to the cascades on the east of me and the Ocean to the west of me. It will be a good balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; As life always seems to be as long as Joe and I are in it together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxWS3UMDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/nEpW8c5lKgk/s1600-h/1-8-2009+3%3B58%3B25+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289180177716490290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxWS3UMDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/nEpW8c5lKgk/s320/1-8-2009+3%3B58%3B25+PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4441244125886766860-8064922647522808085?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/8064922647522808085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=8064922647522808085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/8064922647522808085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/8064922647522808085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2009/01/hunderd-year-or-so-ago-according-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbxXL3zuyI/AAAAAAAAAes/4gP1EwU2WCo/s72-c/1-8-2009+5%3B54%3B22+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-833255841215839747</id><published>2009-01-08T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:36:32.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt6l7srfI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-bZpgjERV8g/s1600-h/winter+2008+619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289176403263925746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt6l7srfI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-bZpgjERV8g/s320/winter+2008+619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let it snow.... The snow just kept coming down this taken from my front porch. The snow has been beautiful. When the sun hits it is like diamonds glistening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt6TFXOzI/AAAAAAAAAd8/98wdI6rQnJI/s1600-h/winter+2008+620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289176398204189490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt6TFXOzI/AAAAAAAAAd8/98wdI6rQnJI/s320/winter+2008+620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our mail box. They stand at least three feet high, So you can see just how much snow there was ... They were walled in on everyside, but as long as you keep the path clear in front, the mail man comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt6Lcka7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/zzhMUSI_UBU/s1600-h/winter+2008+617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289176396154039218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt6Lcka7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/zzhMUSI_UBU/s320/winter+2008+617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The burm of snow in frong the house, has grown to about eight feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt5mCfTfI/AAAAAAAAAds/TXTc_N0B4ug/s1600-h/winter+2008+594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289176386112540146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt5mCfTfI/AAAAAAAAAds/TXTc_N0B4ug/s320/winter+2008+594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had snow deep enough that we had a hill of it in the front yard and so one cold winter night, the girls took Derrick out and they went sleding right in the front yard.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ju&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt5ftqsRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GsbxNOBFGrI/s1600-h/1-8-2009+4%3B02%3B02+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289176384414593298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt5ftqsRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GsbxNOBFGrI/s320/1-8-2009+4%3B02%3B02+PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And so the year begins with lots of snow, lots of changes and memories of days long ago.  This by the way is Jon with Rynn.  The winter snow is melting, with promises of new storms coming.  We can actually see pavement, we are so excited. There really was a road under all the white after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4441244125886766860-833255841215839747?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/833255841215839747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=833255841215839747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/833255841215839747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/833255841215839747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SWbt6l7srfI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-bZpgjERV8g/s72-c/winter+2008+619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-7841369657245391447</id><published>2008-12-25T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:27:56.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnUymTVWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/cPXkcPj4L8Y/s1600-h/Jeanette+1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283821132201547106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnUymTVWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/cPXkcPj4L8Y/s320/Jeanette+1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey don't give me any flack, I know it is the end of the year, It has gone by at an extremly fast pace, to quick sometimes for me to keep up on what was going on, let alone keep up with my blog. There were times when I could not even find the darn blog, let alone post on it. It was in many ways a very good year. In other ways it seemed many doors went shut that would never be opened again, but as doors close it seems to me. Other open, all we have to do is be brave enough to walk through them and smile and just do what we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnUpFKnmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Q-1u0y-ebp8/s1600-h/winter+2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283821129646644834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnUpFKnmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Q-1u0y-ebp8/s320/winter+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas came , there it was Christmas day. Shannon and I managed to get to the NIC Christmas concert and have time just to relax and enjoy the music of Christmas. Even the cats learned about bell. We decided to try putting bells on the door and see if the cats could learn to ring them to be let in. They did. Daphine, rings them once, the queen she is and expects that someone will come and let her in. Dakota on the other hand rings them load and clear and does not stop until the door is opened. It took them wise cats about four days to get it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnUfUSrNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/j7i5jthIYlI/s1600-h/winter+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283821127025732818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnUfUSrNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/j7i5jthIYlI/s320/winter+2008+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what may I ask am I suppose to do if the Snow blower goes whacko. But all is well, it again is up and running and Joe can relax and enjoy the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnT2nx1sI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5OrJeDfGr9I/s1600-h/winter+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283821116101613250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnT2nx1sI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5OrJeDfGr9I/s320/winter+2008+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is stepper, he never hardly ever sits still, but for some reason even with everone gathered round he took time to relax and enjoy the Christmas Spirit. He and Derrick are buddies. He herds all children. At our house he feels he is responsible for them and so far we have not lost one. He also herds the other animals.  They have got to where they just put up with it, and in fact, Daphine likes him.  Not so with Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnTTH-VPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6AFC0f3K36U/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283821106572973298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnTTH-VPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6AFC0f3K36U/s320/Merry+Christmas+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And each day it comes and comes and comes down. Snow flakes glistening in the early morning sun. Yes, Virginia there is a Santa Clause and we know where he lives, right here in North Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPla-BzKXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/9F5U4lEK8tE/s1600-h/winter+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283819039325628786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPla-BzKXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/9F5U4lEK8tE/s320/winter+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa came early this morning and Derrick wondered why he left him a Doll, then His dad explained it was for Riley. He said, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPlaRHaC3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/btKAY4BU7qI/s1600-h/winter+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283819027269553010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPlaRHaC3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/btKAY4BU7qI/s320/winter+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Derrick is opening Riley's presents for her, and she is interested in what she may of got, and wondering just what she is going to do with them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPlaLQKnFI/AAAAAAAAAck/_slT8SK4-LE/s1600-h/winter+2008+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283819025695677522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPlaLQKnFI/AAAAAAAAAck/_slT8SK4-LE/s320/winter+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bought Curtis a New cap for Christmas, he has been such a great help with all the snow, and ice here and there and everywhere. He put it on and said. Thanks mom for the budwieser cap and smiled. O.K. so I have not learned to read yet. but all is well he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPlZlErH9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/UMKaHTf5deM/s1600-h/winter+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283819015446929362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPlZlErH9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/UMKaHTf5deM/s320/winter+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early Christmas morning some people gather around the tree with it lights twinkling, Laughter rings and The smell of Hot chocolate fills the air, not so for Shannon, she has been up at dawn for the last ten days, shoveling and clearing snow from Claudets so the dogs have a place to run, and Christmas moring was no differnt. The dogs by the way have fell in love with her.  It is one of those things you do when you are a poor college student, you take what jobs are offered you and do it and are happy to earn money in any way that will help you get throught the next Semister. Curtis works at a call center, in between calls he can study, He hates the job, but says, it is a means to helping me through school. His dream is to win the lottery and become a professional student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Well the Old year ends and the new one is coming, with many promises of changes. I will keep you posted or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end this year I want to say. Happy Life. Happy day. I am grateful for so many things. For Grandchildren, I am excited that I will have a teen age Grandchild his birthday is coming soon. If I have one wish it is this, That he lives a long and healthy life, and stays as wonderful tomorrow as he is today. What a great kid.  I am grateful for so much this year. For Uncle Cliff pulling through when we just were so worried he would not,  For Jan whom takes care of him so well. I am greatful for friends to share my life with them, and whom share theirs with me. I am thankful that prayers are really answered and over and over again, this year, I know they have been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am greatful for sisters both blood ones and ones that we meet along the way.  I am also thankful for Joe, who continues to be my best friend, whom loves me and understands me, who listens to my heart and lets me do those things I feel I need to do. Who goes with me when I have some crazy project and helps me throught it. Who believes in me, Who always tells me I am wonderful and hot. What more could I ask for... Love to you all for always.. Love Jeanette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPlZOnbgtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7gNletBv7Tw/s1600-h/winter+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283819009418691282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPlZOnbgtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7gNletBv7Tw/s320/winter+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4441244125886766860-7841369657245391447?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/7841369657245391447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=7841369657245391447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/7841369657245391447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/7841369657245391447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-dont-give-me-any-flack-i-know-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVPnUymTVWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/cPXkcPj4L8Y/s72-c/Jeanette+1355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-2565315535852640681</id><published>2008-12-25T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:50:24.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm5XCL0OI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bp8S7YV1ILk/s1600-h/winter+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283750292201656546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm5XCL0OI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bp8S7YV1ILk/s320/winter+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes snow is fun, but when you fall and get a face full, you find out real fast that is is cold. Derrick will play out side for a long time, with out mittens as who wants to have mittens they just get in you way, but a little snow in the face and he was finished for the day. He has livened up Grandma's house, Heather and the kids came the weekend after Thanksgiving, Daniel has been working in Vernal Utah. Not as much snow there, but we heard it was still pretty cold. Heather and the kids should be moving down there in a month or so if everything goes right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm47Vb4VI/AAAAAAAAAcE/WiEQ6Waf62k/s1600-h/winter+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283750284766208338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm47Vb4VI/AAAAAAAAAcE/WiEQ6Waf62k/s320/winter+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Tenth of December when everything was still green here in the North, as I was going down the Road, Not really into the Christmas Spirit yet, Because everything after all was still green, and we all know Christmas does not come to North Idaho unless it snows, I am sure that is some kind of rule or something.  At any rate here I am driving down third street, and what to my  amazement should appear.  Well not reindeer, but a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be  St Nick and his side kick Santa. For there were two on the crazy old big, waving and laughing as they rode out of site. Wishing a Merry Christmas to one and to all.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm4iKA32I/AAAAAAAAAb8/m8mwTqWJaYw/s1600-h/winter+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283750278007414626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm4iKA32I/AAAAAAAAAb8/m8mwTqWJaYw/s320/winter+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And sometimes when you just have shoveled one more shovel than you thought you could, You call on a brother to come and lend a hand. Shannon is care taking dogs and a house for the Holidays, and it has snowed and snowed and she has shoveled and shoveled. She called and Curt came to the recue, It seems to me he gets in on a lot of our projects. and he always does it with a great attitude and we love him for it. He is more than willing to lend a hand and do what ever we seem to need done.  He is loving school and hates work but knows with out the one he can not do the other.  He said, he wished he had realized how much he loved learning years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm4BNc1mI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4g81N4_uM_0/s1600-h/winter+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283750269163460194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm4BNc1mI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4g81N4_uM_0/s320/winter+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well sometimes the snow gets so deep in the back yard that Someone has to lend a hand. Joel made a snow run for the dogs. Quiggle was not to sure about it, Stepper ran around it and around it in circles. Webster after all is Webster, he just plowed through the snow, made his own path and was happy, He is getting old and stiff, but that does not mean that he still doesn't make a run for it if the front door is open, but it has almost got to th point that I can out run him. I do not know whether to cry or jump for joy. He has been a great addition to our family for so long. Merry Christmas Webster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm3YLYrFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ihXRYaphErU/s1600-h/winter+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283750258148944978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm3YLYrFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ihXRYaphErU/s320/winter+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I not dreaming of a white Christmas for we have in our own back yard, The tree tops glisten and snow drifts swiften.. as we drive along our merry way.  How can you not just wonder at the beauty of it adn as it comes falling down more and more, you think wow that is pretty till it is time to shovel and plow. and even then you love it. It is just the way it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4441244125886766860-2565315535852640681?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/2565315535852640681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=2565315535852640681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2565315535852640681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2565315535852640681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-snow-is-fun-but-when-you-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVOm5XCL0OI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bp8S7YV1ILk/s72-c/winter+2008+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-4953910211172184622</id><published>2008-12-25T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:48:59.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObb-R66NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Bflbgsnviww/s1600-h/winter+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283737692712659154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObb-R66NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Bflbgsnviww/s320/winter+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so winter has came to Idaho, just when we thought it would pass us gently by, we had the most recorded snow in one day, in the history of our area. White and more white, so dreaming of a white Christmas became a reality and our world turned white and of course beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObblln51I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Sm4VMQuV3-k/s1600-h/winter+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283737686084413266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObblln51I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Sm4VMQuV3-k/s320/winter+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smiley faces all aglow, this was the day that everyone grabbed there shovel and were out in the snow helping clear it litteraly from the rooftops and off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObbAmgWpI/AAAAAAAAAbU/XsFDWMhInuU/s1600-h/winter+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283737676156000914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObbAmgWpI/AAAAAAAAAbU/XsFDWMhInuU/s320/winter+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick and the snow,,  well he is enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObag4B0bI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3N0s4Y4R9Mc/s1600-h/winter+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283737667639562674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObag4B0bI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3N0s4Y4R9Mc/s320/winter+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more, at this time I am writting this Joel is out once again plowing the white stuff we had about six more inches last night, and where we want to know if Global warming happening and could we go there please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObaAiAFMI/AAAAAAAAAbE/EdHREWsr-yc/s1600-h/winter+2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283737658957239490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObaAiAFMI/AAAAAAAAAbE/EdHREWsr-yc/s320/winter+2008+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some things just have to be sacrificed, or repaired as the weather continues. We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4441244125886766860-4953910211172184622?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/4953910211172184622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=4953910211172184622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/4953910211172184622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/4953910211172184622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so-winter-has-came-to-idaho-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SVObb-R66NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Bflbgsnviww/s72-c/winter+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-2591986359565788322</id><published>2008-12-02T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:49:13.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpG3ZIC5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/1nIXM7tk0c8/s1600-h/Jeanette+1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275449211436403602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpG3ZIC5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/1nIXM7tk0c8/s320/Jeanette+1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are things that everyone wonders abotu and one of those things is what is Aunt Rynn up to now. This is her on Halloween after her brother jon used his paint and magic to create , I am not sure what, but anyway off she went to the Halloween dance anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpGmjq37I/AAAAAAAAAa0/9ic1djLUjmY/s1600-h/Jeanette+1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275449206917226418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpGmjq37I/AAAAAAAAAa0/9ic1djLUjmY/s320/Jeanette+1025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Derrick and Riley have came to stay with grandma for the month of December, they like Grandma big old brown chair, Riley is just sometimes a little worried about what her brother is or is not doing. but he does not mean to be rough, he just loves her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpF_lFZvI/AAAAAAAAAas/Y4d9fUAuxyU/s1600-h/Jeanette+964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275449196454176498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpF_lFZvI/AAAAAAAAAas/Y4d9fUAuxyU/s320/Jeanette+964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley Ka-Rynn is bright eyed and wonderful, she is just fascinating to us all, right down to her little toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpFgcQdeI/AAAAAAAAAak/6KJp8GFyXe8/s1600-h/Jeanette+947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275449188095653346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpFgcQdeI/AAAAAAAAAak/6KJp8GFyXe8/s320/Jeanette+947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick and grandma love to cook together, well anyway Derrick loves it, Grandma whom used to always have little one underfoot, is re getting the hang of how this works and remembering, that things only take three times as long to do with good help. Hum, that must be why I did all my baking and canning in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpFOa6-wI/AAAAAAAAAac/IbsTw5TgRFs/s1600-h/Jeanette+987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275449183258213122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpFOa6-wI/AAAAAAAAAac/IbsTw5TgRFs/s320/Jeanette+987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , we want you to know whom is in charge of the Harty house right now, and it is not Grandma Nette, even is she thinks it is.  Derrick has a lot of plans for Grandma, and he does not forget promises at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novemeber was a good month at our house, we had a great Thanksgiving with Jon and Erin here, and our highlight was to go and see the lights at the resort.  The night was warm and wet and off we went. The first fireworks was spectacular, then because of air inversion, Hum, hope I got that word right. Anyway, the smoke came down instead of going up, and the rest of the fireworks were hidden behind those clouds of smoke.  and then the smoke traveled downt to us. Nothing lost it was a great event and we still plan to attend next  year, there were an estimated forty thousand peopel there.  Leaving a few minuets early made a differnce we got right out of there and on the freeway. Shannon and Rynn whom were probably at the most Three minuets behind us leaving, did not get home for over an hour after we did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; North Idaho is a wonderful place to spend any time of the year, and December is not exception. for one thing the eagles have landed. We just are so blessed with so much beauty. So keep and eye out and I will try to get some pitcures of the eagles posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4441244125886766860-2591986359565788322?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/2591986359565788322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=2591986359565788322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2591986359565788322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2591986359565788322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-are-things-that-everyone-wonders.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/STYpG3ZIC5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/1nIXM7tk0c8/s72-c/Jeanette+1038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-4989307941335066873</id><published>2008-11-26T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:11:23.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1ynFxhO9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/EDB_f7ywokU/s1600-h/Jeanette+1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272996754611059666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1ynFxhO9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/EDB_f7ywokU/s320/Jeanette+1468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So it's morining, Daphine the cat, wakes up with an attitude and it just lasts all day, she lives at out house but we realy know that her heart is in Samoa. And as Everett says. Granny , you know she still loves us best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1ym09nwNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/N0brR-LwNE4/s1600-h/Jeanette+1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272996750098415826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1ym09nwNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/N0brR-LwNE4/s320/Jeanette+1464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is Quigleys job to make sure that the grandkids do not sleep in when they come to visit. What fun is it if they do not get up before daylight and welcome in the day with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1ymYTdpmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ag7YzVu4kx4/s1600-h/Jeanette+1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272996742405400162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1ymYTdpmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ag7YzVu4kx4/s320/Jeanette+1466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok. where did that kid go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1yl7XNAeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UyZW4rNEEHY/s1600-h/Jeanette+1465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272996734636458466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1yl7XNAeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UyZW4rNEEHY/s320/Jeanette+1465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, there he is still fast asleep, just because he keep growing and growing and growing, does he think he needs his beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1ylfhBSBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xQsXJ08ov5g/s1600-h/Jeanette+1463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272996727161440274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1ylfhBSBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xQsXJ08ov5g/s320/Jeanette+1463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Maggie, whom used to crawl out of bed it seemed like just when we all had finally got to bed. Now sleeps in. It seems she has grown to fast and that life after all is a twinkle in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4441244125886766860-4989307941335066873?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/4989307941335066873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=4989307941335066873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/4989307941335066873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/4989307941335066873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-its-morining-daphine-cat-wakes-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3JC5i9A5DF0/SS1ynFxhO9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/EDB_f7ywokU/s72-c/Jeanette+1468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441244125886766860.post-2672968116780771387</id><published>2008-11-26T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:38:19.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving time is fast approaching, pumpkin pies are in the making, well one is in the eating, Who after all wants to wait till Thursday when pie had be had on Wednesday Morning for breakfast, Not Moira or Granny for sure. Early morning with Granny does have it's rewards after all. Things are ever changing when you live in North Idaho, one is the weather, the other is children. It seems that changes and opportunies come and go. Life is an adventure, and we must take the time in our life to enjoy it, to know that come what may, that life is good and wonderful. That challenges come, but the hardest challenge of all, is to figure out in the end, who we want to be. The hardest thing is to take what life gives you and let it sweeten you. Let is seep down to the very tips of you toes and make you better ever whit and fiber. If you do that , in the end of it all, you will win the race, your race, your most fantasic race called life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4441244125886766860-2672968116780771387?l=grannynette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/feeds/2672968116780771387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4441244125886766860&amp;postID=2672968116780771387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2672968116780771387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4441244125886766860/posts/default/2672968116780771387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannynette.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-time-is-fast-approaching.html' title=''/><author><name>Granny Nette's Frogs and Friends</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312582899120392898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
