<?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-2522893790214833932</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:00:39.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A WALKING WIDOW-</title><subtitle type='html'>A THANKFUL HEART AS I WALK A NEW PATH -------
FINDING JOY IN SORROW....
BLESSINGS TO UNWRAP.....
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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3710356335492959249</id><published>2010-02-14T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:08:25.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding Meme</title><content type='html'>I have been away so long I for got who I was and so have had to spend some time&lt;br /&gt;finding a new pass word and guessing who i was that I will just say hello to night-&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a huge journey but will sort that out another time- God bless you for&lt;br /&gt;praying for me- please keep praying &lt;br /&gt;the battle with cancer goes on........&lt;br /&gt;hugs Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3710356335492959249?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3710356335492959249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3710356335492959249' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3710356335492959249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3710356335492959249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-meme.html' title='finding Meme'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-6438661306468632323</id><published>2009-10-23T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:21:00.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>chemo is coming</title><content type='html'>I have my first chemo treatment on Oct-28 Wednesday- at 9:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I will update more tomorrow-5 sleeps to go-- I hope I can rest the night before- I am happy to know I have a date now but also very anxious.hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-1005850180662388381</id><published>2009-10-14T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:43:57.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's cancer news</title><content type='html'>today was very long and tiring - and the news is rough.&lt;br /&gt;I have cell  cancer in the lining of my stomach and it is not the  good cancer.&lt;br /&gt;-they can treat me but there is no cure.&lt;br /&gt;it is the same cancer that David had except that it is in my lining of stomach rather than pancreas and Davids had already became terminal.&lt;br /&gt;I will begin treatments soon and  I have to have a colonoscopy on Friday to determine if it has spread to the bowel.It did not show on the ct scan but he said the scan can not pick up this up there too well so the colonoscopy..yuck&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired and exhausted and just shell shocked---I will be better tomorrow( and I did as it is now tomorrow )   it is fine to share and I will up date as I can- as long as folks realize this is really all i know and that next week I will get the port put in and I cannot individually reply right now--it is going to be a tough battle to get me into remission but I have hope as that is what the doctor gave me as well as the grim news.---radiation will not work for this type of cancer and I have not reached a terminal stage right now -------- remission is good thing -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-1005850180662388381?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/1005850180662388381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=1005850180662388381' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1005850180662388381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1005850180662388381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterdays-cancer-news.html' title='yesterday&apos;s cancer news'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7863154559871494533</id><published>2009-10-10T20:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:52:53.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in memory of papa---blessing</title><content type='html'>today 2 of his friends came with trucks and cleaned up my back yard of things that were done and also cleaned out an entire shed so that I have a whole unit to store things so that I can continue to down size and if I am not sure I can still remove from the house-I was so blessed== also can put all the thrift store stuff until they come back and they will take it down for me-this is like having a whole new room added to my house-they took an old chair and dresser and hamper from the house for me too - which adds more space for me they did it in memory of papa and in honor of meI am so blessed--I was able to share some of papa hubbys things with them- R------has a whole load of wood for their wood burning stove as papa hubby had a lot of willow saved up for his canes he made--they tried to pay me and so I tried to pay them-- and we both agreed that this is what friendship is for--and so we both won each other over -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will write soon- huggles me- Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7863154559871494533?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/7863154559871494533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-377671199488949168</id><published>2009-10-07T21:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:06:39.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ct scan done :-)</title><content type='html'>the scan and the day went smoothly- hoping the results will be in by Friday but not for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I go to the city hospital but they still have to be read and sent to another cancer clinic for further reading--so I am being a patient waiting patient but the good news is that&lt;br /&gt;I have my first appointment on October 13 at the cancer clinic  so I will begin my journey then-&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day and was able to get the kitchen back to my standards which is two clean sinks&lt;br /&gt;so just being able to do  that makes me feel better-&lt;br /&gt;I just puttered and rested etc-&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for times between updates but I have to try to rest and take things easy and even phone calls and emailing is tiring on some days- I am learning what balance is...........&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys and know that you are holding up in prayer- that is the greatest blessing of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huggles from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-377671199488949168?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/377671199488949168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=377671199488949168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/377671199488949168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/377671199488949168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/10/ct-scan-done.html' title='ct scan done :-)'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4798110710971829212</id><published>2009-10-01T00:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:38:32.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogman is with papa</title><content type='html'>Dogman has been sick off and on with his Cushings and the last two days were too much for himand his kidney's stopped filtering the water he was drinking which meant his blood was getting  no water and&lt;br /&gt; I&lt;br /&gt;took him to the vet but there was nothing she could do but gently send him to papa hubby- He was so weak and just went to sleep with a calming drug - she knew he was dying so we sat in a special room togetherand he slipped away- she did have to use the death medicine-&lt;br /&gt;He seemed content to be with me - He would have been 13 tomorrow- he is being cremated privately and will come to us in a pretty cedar box- with his name on and '' thanks for the memories. I am ok as ok is for me right now&lt;br /&gt;and my little bird was bit by a bee and died 15 minutes afterwards so today is not a good day here=&lt;br /&gt;The shepherd is carrying me tonight and praise God as my ct scan is on Oct-6&lt;br /&gt;and I will answer some of the lovely private messages soon-&lt;br /&gt;I had to take care of Dogman for the last two days as I wanted him to be comfort and so I got behind in emails-&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4798110710971829212?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4798110710971829212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4798110710971829212' title='5 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>the letter O</title><content type='html'>I rather got behind on letters so will now just think about O&lt;br /&gt;I will just do letters when I can....&lt;br /&gt;of course, there are Oreo cookies which most folks love but I have&lt;br /&gt;to admit I do not- and there are oats which take part in our daily lives in&lt;br /&gt;cerels and breads- cheerios with honey :-)&lt;br /&gt;but for me right now is the word OH&lt;br /&gt;it often prefixs( is that the correct thought) my words&lt;br /&gt;like oh no---which was one of my first thoughts about this cancer&lt;br /&gt;and of course- my prayer- Oh God, help me- this was my cry&lt;br /&gt;this week end and I know that He is with me and although I can&lt;br /&gt;not see what He is doing right now, I can feel His presence-&lt;br /&gt;so often, David of the psalms cried out to God and God heard and we&lt;br /&gt;know when we cry that we are heard.&lt;br /&gt;My other prayer is that God's will be done&lt;br /&gt;even though there will be days and times that I/we&lt;br /&gt;do not want His will...........&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are other O words but as I am winging it tonight&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with this thought-&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, thank you for leading me this far.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3104699205094115193?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3104699205094115193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3104699205094115193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3104699205094115193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3104699205094115193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-o.html' title='the letter O'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-317581265815453940</id><published>2009-09-25T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:32:10.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme has bad news</title><content type='html'>I had to go to the doctor for him to check the biopsy site for infection or problems- that part is ok but the first of the results are in and I do have cancer- they do not know where it is originating from at this time and they do not know if it is good or bad- I have to go to the cancer clinic in the city and also have ct scans done asap- there is no doubt about the lump containing cancer but the problem is why?? once they know the origin it will be easier to make plans of what the chemo will be and if there will or will not be surgerythat is all I know today-- I am stunned and do not really know what to say except pray for me- I will weep today- then have a good week end and begin the battle on MondayI will tell you whatever I know when I know itI cannot say anymore right now as this note hurts me to have to tell you my sad news&lt;br /&gt;I love you- friends from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-317581265815453940?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3563610745053147239</id><published>2009-09-21T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:46:16.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>home from biopsy</title><content type='html'>i am home-  the test was quite pain free but oh my, now it is so painful re my left side - face- etc- took some pain meds and must do nothing for a few days- no reports for 10 days as they have to do extensive testing- and we will go from there-i am very tired so I will go to bed again- I will blind copy to groups== they did 7 different needle tests and I swear each needle got bigger but he did it with the ultra sound so he knew where to go----------thank you for praying&lt;br /&gt;loving thougts from me and gentle right arm huggles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3563610745053147239?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3563610745053147239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3563610745053147239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3563610745053147239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3563610745053147239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-from-biopsy.html' title='home from biopsy'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3179209235519621099</id><published>2009-09-08T21:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:22:28.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>missiing letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I see that I have missed  some of our letters for unglazed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and will have to back track and see what I can find to tickle &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your funny bone,,,,,,,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;daddy always used that expression when he was about to tell a story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the weather has been great&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had to take Miss Ashley to the doctor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for another foot sprain=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is the main muscle in her foot this time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so she is limping again=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she tends to fall off her foot on the left side &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so needs to be more careful when running or &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we went out for supper at a local cafe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;which was rather fun - just her and me being together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;with out the boy who is a friend............and also&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no Dogman to give us the begging eye--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we came home and both had a nap--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the doctor can not give me either encouragement or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;discouragement re the lump===&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he just does not know and wants to have it taking care of &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quickly but he did say he will do everything in his power&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to make sure this is taking care of now-----------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so the biopsy will really tell us a lot so we can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;move forward-  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a great work and I will work on my unglazed alphabet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinking on things like that put me to sleep which&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is a good thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3179209235519621099?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3179209235519621099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3179209235519621099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3179209235519621099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3179209235519621099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/09/missiing-letters.html' title='missiing letters'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7039241901366996014</id><published>2009-09-07T21:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:53:52.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this is Meme</title><content type='html'>I am ok but tired and weary&lt;br /&gt;and also have found a health issue&lt;br /&gt;about 4 weeks ago I noticed a lump on my lower neck&lt;br /&gt;and in a few days it got bigger so&lt;br /&gt;off to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;so far I have had x rays&lt;br /&gt;and then blood tests&lt;br /&gt;and then ultra sound&lt;br /&gt;and now on the 21 of Sept. I will have a biopsy&lt;br /&gt;I feel ok about this but being so tired&lt;br /&gt;this has added to my load&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping the faith and&lt;br /&gt;just trying to take things one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;the tummy is still an issue and that appointment&lt;br /&gt;is not until October 8&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating better as I want to be strong&lt;br /&gt;for the biopsy ( it is a lymph node)&lt;br /&gt;so I just have to try to overcome the stomach pain&lt;br /&gt;but as we all know&lt;br /&gt;when one has chronic pain&lt;br /&gt;it does take a lot of energy to keep&lt;br /&gt;going and going=&lt;br /&gt;I will be back soon&lt;br /&gt;I just to weary to think out tales&lt;br /&gt;loads of love&lt;br /&gt;and huggles&lt;br /&gt;from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7039241901366996014?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-2465705102483750524</id><published>2009-08-30T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:00:07.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sneaking in late</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have just been, well not here, LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;however tomorrow I have to come with an  S word-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I will make sure that I get a good sleep &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then sort out something sensible--(wink)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not sure how the week slipped by so fast &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I am ok--- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did go to a funeral for an good friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to papa hubby and I on Friday-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he too died with cancer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did see some old friends there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and also David's sister came and sat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;with me so it was full of good  memories too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then I saw one of our old pastor's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;from a little pentecostal church where&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we used to go before we were planted at the Nazarene church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;both are lovely God filled churches and we only&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moved with prayer as we needed a Sunday school for our grand-kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as we took them every week- ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but back to the pastor- he did not know that papa graduated &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;from his earthly life-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so we had a sad but nice visit and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to say that this is the first church function&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I have attended since papa hubby's death&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where I did not look for papa-  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was a sad occasion and yet I felt free of a  burden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I have carried since July 21- 2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pray for widow Betty as she begins her journey of grief-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;off to see if I can sleep on a S word &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and fix a tale for you tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-2465705102483750524?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/2465705102483750524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=2465705102483750524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2465705102483750524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2465705102483750524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneaking-in-late.html' title='sneaking in late'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-8571811665671634038</id><published>2009-08-26T23:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:11:32.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My plans..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SpYTldo0cLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gvSFMozBv5o/s1600-h/1249974983XaiMjT++joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374504739645190322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SpYTldo0cLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gvSFMozBv5o/s320/1249974983XaiMjT++joy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just stopping by to say hello- I was looking for this picture to share as it reminds me of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how we can make joy with and for each other- just by sending a smile-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here is mine today-- I just noticed I have a file here(in the computer) for spring chores to be done in 2008--and none of them are done-!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; it made me think of how life is full of our plans but in the spring of 2008 the Lord had me taking care of dear papa hubby = and so those spring chores were filed away.  I did not do them this spring either re my health as I must do as I can do when I can now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-. I wonder if I should rename the file for 2010- no, maybe not- God will show me his plans then and they will be good plans for me-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonder filled week that is left and I will pop in soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huggles from Meme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-8571811665671634038?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/8571811665671634038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=8571811665671634038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8571811665671634038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8571811665671634038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-plans.html' title='My plans..........'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SpYTldo0cLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gvSFMozBv5o/s72-c/1249974983XaiMjT++joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-8472696727114295905</id><published>2009-08-23T21:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:26:43.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unglazed Letter T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SpIVaIfkDdI/AAAAAAAAADs/s_Ib20_aPlM/s1600-h/ashley%27s+little+camera+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373380844107075026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SpIVaIfkDdI/AAAAAAAAADs/s_Ib20_aPlM/s320/ashley%27s+little+camera+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;here we are with another week and a new letter for:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://unglazed.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://unglazed.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;T is one of those letters that begins a lot of words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe too many because I had a hard time picking one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could rant about my tea that I can no longer drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I did that once already and it has been&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;two whole weeks tea-less- and I did try to drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a cup of decaffeinated but it was no go......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I will remain tea-less&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so now I have to find another word that begins with T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my biggest trouble here is that I have no pictures to post&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that begin with T but T does remind me of the word &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;TWO which reminds me of matched sets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;like salt and pepper, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cream and sugar- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;husband and wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;each one can stand alone but together they&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;make a perfect set-.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now I will close with a hug&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-8472696727114295905?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/8472696727114295905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=8472696727114295905' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8472696727114295905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8472696727114295905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/unglazed-letter-t.html' title='Unglazed Letter T'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SpIVaIfkDdI/AAAAAAAAADs/s_Ib20_aPlM/s72-c/ashley%27s+little+camera+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-5713509696504854258</id><published>2009-08-22T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:18:29.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an alphabet blessing-----  B*</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love to read and may even be addicted to reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and because of this joy  I have books-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do not keep too many fiction books other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;than the Jan Kuron series-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like the way she writes which makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me feel that I am there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not just peeking into window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I also have a lot of devotional books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;which really help me on when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am have  an A** day......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and I have my Bible(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do enjoy reading different versions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and some of them explain what some things were/are-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I need to go through the books again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and pass some on to the church- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we have small library there and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can always go borrow the book back-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think of how so many people have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not learned to read- even now with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it mandatory to go the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Television has taking over the books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and  it cannot teach reading  and then there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is the computer but to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;there is something special  about cuddling up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in a warm blamket and a book   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have a wonder filled week end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and Meme will come back soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;with another alphabet blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will not go in any particuliar order but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just as words come to mind to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the tale of the blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hugs from Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-5713509696504854258?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/5713509696504854258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=5713509696504854258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/5713509696504854258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/5713509696504854258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/alphabet-blessing-b.html' title='an alphabet blessing-----  B*'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-544499331054154942</id><published>2009-08-16T22:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:36:09.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unglazed  letter for Monday is   U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is not quite Monday here but by the time you read this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it will be because I am trusting that you are all in bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember this link and join in the fun:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://unglazed.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://unglazed.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SojXRj8Am7I/AAAAAAAAADU/FLJ8U4fFfPg/s1600-h/12070751981O1tS1+umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779252344003506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SojXRj8Am7I/AAAAAAAAADU/FLJ8U4fFfPg/s320/12070751981O1tS1+umbrella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the letter U tried to stump me but it rained here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a lot the last few days so I remembered my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UMBRELLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we all have them and some folks even collect umbrellas-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and umbrellas are not a new invention-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see a lot of those pretty Victorian ladies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;often with an umbrella to shade their faces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and in some places; one can use an umbrella &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to keep the rain off their hair &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in Alberta we have storm rains and we do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not even try to battle the storm using an umbrella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we have all tried at least once but with Alberta wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the umbrella becomes a version of the old flying machines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and one could easily take off flying and sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the umbrella turns in side out and then one has to try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to reason with the umbrella as it becomes a bucket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- as our rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does not come straight down like in the movies ==&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it comes sideways and back and forth and sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even up- did you that  know rain can bounce??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I still love umbrellas as they come in such&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice shapes and colors- all little girls must have at least&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one umbrella every summer and some of us big girls too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most ladies  who golf has a least one big umbrella that someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holds over the other friends   waiting for a the putter to putt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and sometimes you see a gentleman struggling to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep his lady dry while they are both  blowing in the wind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I use one in the summer to put over the bird cage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on sunny days so our bird can enjoy outside life  in the shade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umbrellas remind me of romance too and I have no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;idea-- maybe because of  the old song '' Dancing in the Rain'' which&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SojZ-Ge-ZiI/AAAAAAAAADc/TP0AWUJz8ks/s1600-h/openphotonet_rainbow%2520brolly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370782216554964514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SojZ-Ge-ZiI/AAAAAAAAADc/TP0AWUJz8ks/s320/openphotonet_rainbow%2520brolly2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we Albertans would like to try if our rain did not come &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;down in so fast and hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a wonder filled week.......and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May you be covered by an umbrella of joy today-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-544499331054154942?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/544499331054154942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=544499331054154942' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3453736418907557946</id><published>2009-08-14T21:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:32:47.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an alphabet night         B*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoenYSJstiI/AAAAAAAAADM/1GC1aaYoRvs/s1600-h/openphotonet_0027_74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370445116293821986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoenYSJstiI/AAAAAAAAADM/1GC1aaYoRvs/s320/openphotonet_0027_74.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;another a blessing in my life is bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did bake bread for us but now with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;it seems easier to buy bread &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I found this wonderful whole grain bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;at a new store in town- the loaf is huge so I &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;have to split it in 3 and the good news is that I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;can get the teen - age girl to eat it also- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;it does cost more but when you figure out the weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and size it is comparable to the white fluff--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;mama always baked bread and I have never got &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;used to the sliced white air bread =&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know a lot of folks like the idea that bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;comes sliced and ready to go........but I grew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;up with home made bread that we sliced one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;piece at a time- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;daddy taught me how to hold the loaf and slice-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;once winter comes and it will come to Alberta-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will bake again and I found some neat small&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;bread pans down stairs--( my basement is like a &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;thrift store) that I can now use ......again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the bread machine too but only use &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;it for mixing as I love oven baked bread.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my hands are too arthritic to mix by hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so the machine is another blessing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;as I have been considering my things &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;as blessings, I have found that I enjoy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the never-ever ending care more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I am now sharing some of these blessings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;with others as I no longer need them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not have a picture of bread tonight &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I know that each of your homes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are blessed with daily bread=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a wonder filled week end&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3453736418907557946?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3453736418907557946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3453736418907557946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3453736418907557946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3453736418907557946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/alphabet-night-b.html' title='an alphabet night         B*'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoenYSJstiI/AAAAAAAAADM/1GC1aaYoRvs/s72-c/openphotonet_0027_74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7062243044576389900</id><published>2009-08-13T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:51:02.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoTfDUGQeNI/AAAAAAAAADE/Htz2mG0HyhA/s1600-h/Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369661903760029906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoTfDUGQeNI/AAAAAAAAADE/Htz2mG0HyhA/s320/Waterfall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;weather was --cool, clouds with sun hiding and threats of rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;widow friend came over for tea so I made dinner for us &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;just a macaroni hamburger pie and cantaloupe and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;no tea for me but a nice pot for friend-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dogman sinned - tried to, no did steal ( is there a less harsh word?-lol) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my cookies in my book bag- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to nibble whenever I can so I keep cookies(oatmeal ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;in the bag in case I go for a walk and sit a spell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so now the great debate is that there is crumbs in my bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;as the bag sits on a small basket at the end of my bed-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tend to keep more things in my bed than just me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;but back to the crumbs- sigh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shall have to remake the bed because like all good cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;there were a few chocolate chips in them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and chocolate chips never just make crumbs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so now Dogman is off to his bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking sheepish which is not hard to do with his&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;hair which is according to the vet- is called fur -LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the worse part for him was that I was vacuuming when&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I entered the room so he had to bale out and run&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;past that machine which he barely tolerates when&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is not moving---------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh, well- dogs will be dogs and he knows that I know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that he knows better........... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and Meme will have a fresh bed tonight-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;off to make my bed -- sending hugs--- Meme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7062243044576389900?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/7062243044576389900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=7062243044576389900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7062243044576389900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7062243044576389900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursday-tales.html' title='Thursday Tales'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoTfDUGQeNI/AAAAAAAAADE/Htz2mG0HyhA/s72-c/Waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3527213654870858499</id><published>2009-08-12T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:28:21.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days with out tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;wow- having a bad tummy sure is tough on addictions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that is things like tea and coffee and chocolate and.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I gave up chocolate quite a few months ago unless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Ashley tempts me ---:-) and that is not often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and coffee and I parted ways many years ago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and now I have decided to go tea free for 2 weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and see if this will helps and then maybe forever &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;depending on the outcome-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;which leaves me drinking water and water and water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I fill my little teapot (4cups) twice a day and add&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice-cubes now and then-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do some milk in between.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is not so bad giving something up but&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the hard part was ''not'' making the tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was such a in grown habit &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did have an appointment with my specialist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for Aug. 30 to make some decisions in regards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to this problem and the office called yesterday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and changed it to October 8.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yes, I did cry as this just seems to be going&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;on  far too long so I will keep this appointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if it is not changed again and also ask for a new&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;specialist- this has been going on for 2 years now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and every appointment made has been redated-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pray for me to find medical treatment soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we know what is wrong but now something &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;also needs to be done ........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am really lost as how or what to eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anymore &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;any one interested in Nutcracker Syndrome can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;google it - plus Barrets Disease&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do not take my spelling as correct *&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;other wise I am fine-boo hoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and alas, no to any of those drinks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;other than the instant breakfasts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to avoid high fat also&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The office did tell me if the pain increases too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;much to go to the city emergency rather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;than our local town as they can get a&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the specialist quicker------(-there are no pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meds one can take for this--)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;however I sure would rather have things &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking care of before an emergency=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there:  I did my tea whine(LOL)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;now I will go drink some more water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggles Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3527213654870858499?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3527213654870858499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3527213654870858499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3527213654870858499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3527213654870858499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-days-with-out-tea.html' title='3 days with out tea'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-6195612600854135169</id><published>2009-08-12T00:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:03:32.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC Blessings   * A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoJoSB0tP8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BnPg4o_v2qo/s1600-h/Marilyn%27+s+picture-+old+461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368968364715491266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoJoSB0tP8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BnPg4o_v2qo/s320/Marilyn%27+s+picture-+old+461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; an old picture of Dogman sun tanning --He was getting ready to help papa hubby weed-whip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brain has gone to alpha-bites--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I was thinking off different items in the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that are blessings that I see and and yet, some how&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;do not see----------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoyed the letter V unglazed that &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so many of us did yesterday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think everyone had a different V that &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;they expressed in writing and pictures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to have to work on the letter U&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;but for today I will list some A blessings-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that seem plain and simple but blessings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are never plain and simple when we &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;see them as blessings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;----------------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A is for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;applesauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remember mama making applesauce in the early fall- she used the crab apple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;which by its self can be quite tart and slightly bitter but with a some&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sugar added, it became a nice fruit and dessert - &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we would pour it over toast and then eat our special breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;with a knife and fork. She added a touch of vanilla and a bit of butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;to the sauce when she took it off the stove. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now I buy those little fruit cups in the store-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;where we live they are less expensive than the apple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and provide me with vitamin C and Dogman loves to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean out the near empty cup and pack it around all day-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an unconscious rule to leave just a little &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so he does not work for nothing.LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggles from Meme and Dogman too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6195612600854135169?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6195612600854135169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6195612600854135169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6195612600854135169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6195612600854135169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/abc-blessings.html' title='ABC Blessings   * A'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoJoSB0tP8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BnPg4o_v2qo/s72-c/Marilyn%27+s+picture-+old+461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-8446887556903921735</id><published>2009-08-10T23:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:32:55.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter   V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoD_KatdFOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zxQV2JjP1I4/s1600-h/Marilyn%27+s+picture-+old+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368571310259377378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoD_KatdFOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zxQV2JjP1I4/s320/Marilyn%27+s+picture-+old+122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;here I am and it is still Monday here but I know that I am pushing it..............&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;V is sometimes a very very hard letter to ponder on------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;but then I remember that it is one of the main food groups&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;VEGETABLES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;alas we in Canada and USA have got away from eating vegetables-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remember as a kid that we had vegetables with dinner and supper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so many different kinds--carrots- turnips- cabbage- squash- peas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;beans- corn-tomatoes and others but these were our main ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we grew all our vegetables- Mama had two gardens - one close &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;to the house which was for summer vegetables- and then the big&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;garden out in the field where we had our groceries for winter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They were both hard work but paid off well each year-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gardens were our main source of food and a must-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;there was no corner store or money to buy something we could grow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;mama canned a lot of veggies in the hot month of August- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;on our wood cook stove and then around the end of September&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we all went out to dig the main garden - all the vegetables had to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;be dried well before storage- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ate all winter long and enjoyed many foods- including homemade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pickles- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God for vegetables - HUGS FROM MEME &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;check out this blog for more letter V fun-------&lt;a href="http://unglazed.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://unglazed.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-8446887556903921735?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/8446887556903921735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=8446887556903921735' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8446887556903921735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8446887556903921735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-v.html' title='The Letter   V'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SoD_KatdFOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zxQV2JjP1I4/s72-c/Marilyn%27+s+picture-+old+122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-8023292999176358009</id><published>2009-08-07T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:32:48.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the Mary in me..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha, Martha, thou &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;careful and troubled about many things. But one thing is needful; and Mary hath chosen that good part.......Luke 10: 41,42&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;--------------confession from Meme---------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I suffer from busyness- I am always doing something and always have something to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and often run out of time to finish everything and fall into bed too tired to do anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to tired to do my devotion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;too tired to pray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;too tired to hear His voice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;too tired sometimes to sleep =&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;too busy and too tired!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our daily life can do that to us- we fill our homes with things but things get dirty or used or moved and so we need to take care of things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but lately I have no energy to do all the things on the list in my mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I have been burned out for double days now &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and just having to rest and there is no energy left to burn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the Lord is reminding me that the blessings He gave to me were never meant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to become burdens---or a replacement for His friendship=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to find the Mary in me-- I need to sit down and have idle hands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and a quiet mind- I ask Jesus to come and then I leave Him to sit alone &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in my heart and my house-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this is a not a new problem for Meme but now it is time for me to begin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to make changes so that I too can sit at His feet with out a do list in my head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have let the ordinary things of daily life take procedure over the Lord=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ask for prayer to begin again as a friend of Jesus who takes  the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to hear His voice. A friend who will sit and listen- a friend who is glad to have&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His company.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive me, Lord for my busyness- Teach me to be still - both mind and body-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-8023292999176358009?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/8023292999176358009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=8023292999176358009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8023292999176358009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8023292999176358009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/finding-mary-in-me.html' title='Finding the Mary in me..........'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-1520946457099813764</id><published>2009-08-06T15:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:56:13.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think  that I will do some blogs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;on favorite things that I enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;no special order or timing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but mainly  wanting to  share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; some of the blessings that the Lord has given to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;they are just ordinary things that add joy to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; my electric blanket:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am a cold person and this blanket is a warm blessing for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is a soft light green, polyester, and soft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is the size of afghan so is easy to fold up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and pack from room to room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This blanket and I have shared a lot of naps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;together- it has a timer so Meme does not over cook-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and this blanket kept papa hubby warm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;when he was a home with cancer-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It reminds me of how the Lord covers me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;in times of cold and weariness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;His love  is soft and warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;He covers me with His love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and watches over me while I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;''Come to me, all you are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Matthew 11:28 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-1520946457099813764?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/1520946457099813764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=1520946457099813764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1520946457099813764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1520946457099813764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/favorite-things.html' title='Favorite things'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-2587016800153182567</id><published>2009-08-04T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:31:44.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cool and wet day here so maybe our summer is over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been getting some summer sun &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and also just not doing so great&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realize that I am going to have to let&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the grief go=====&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as it is now making me sick and tired &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I am trying to find some new focus in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to take my mind off of--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missing papa hubby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dogman is fine- in and out all day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but always in by bedtime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he just sits and watches in case a &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kitty should dare walk the back alley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will have to dig some blogs out of my memory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and see what I can come up with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a great week &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggles from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-2587016800153182567?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/2587016800153182567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=2587016800153182567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2587016800153182567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2587016800153182567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-sun.html' title='summer sun'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-6658358656650044677</id><published>2009-07-26T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:40:51.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IS MEME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here I am-------&lt;br /&gt;I took last week off from most things&lt;br /&gt;including the blogs&lt;br /&gt;last week was a nice but bitter sweet time&lt;br /&gt;July 21 was papa David's graduation date for eternal life&lt;br /&gt;July 23 was his earth birthday- he would have been 70&lt;br /&gt;July 25 was his memorial date for his funeral&lt;br /&gt;so it was a week of memories&lt;br /&gt;I did put a ''in loving memory- piece in our local paper&lt;br /&gt;I did it for me to help in healing the tendar scars&lt;br /&gt;I know he is fine and worshipping his Lord&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;we have had a heat wave and&lt;br /&gt;living in Alberta means we do not have air conditioners&lt;br /&gt;as we only need one about 1 week a year...&lt;br /&gt;so I have been getting up early to do chores&lt;br /&gt;and then resting and reading in my room&lt;br /&gt;I do not tolerate sun shine and high temps well&lt;br /&gt;I am not used to it so it saps me dry&lt;br /&gt;but I know winter is coming- again so I&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the hot days now&lt;br /&gt;blessings to you all and I will be back in gear asap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGLES FROM MEME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6658358656650044677?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6658358656650044677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6658358656650044677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6658358656650044677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6658358656650044677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-is-meme.html' title='WHERE IS MEME?'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3364660361893186360</id><published>2009-07-07T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:47:16.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine and clouds....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SlQWc9rScqI/AAAAAAAAACs/S3_OwfzbHhQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355930543698637474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SlQWc9rScqI/AAAAAAAAACs/S3_OwfzbHhQ/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got our rain and brother farmer says that he got enough - we have no puddles hanging around as we were so dry--------we did not get some of the thunder and lightening that other areas did- we have had storms pass over today but no more rain.Papa hubby's friend stopped by to help me clean out the old trailer which will be going to the dump- we were using as a storage shed but now it have lived it's day and needs to go out to pasture. We did have fun trying to guess what some of papa's plans were in regards to some of the items.We do make plans and we do have hope and we do not think about the day when the Lord calls us home. We need to be ready for that day- because it is quicker than a wink- and there are no do-overs.When we were told that papa hubby had terminal cancer in stage 4 plus we both remembered God's promise in John 3:16. We were prepared and so all papa hubby had to do was hang for the ride. And it was quite a ride for both us. It was the best times and worst of times.I remember so well my David's last morning and laying beside him thinking how will I know when he goes with the Lord and I remember the sweet presence of the Lord in the room and how there were no words left for us to say.I kissed him good bye as I was going home to change clothes(I would walk the 4 blocks home - change and return ) and he moved his cheeks as he had no energy to speak. I always laid my head on his chest and would say pitter patter pooh- I love you. I got ready to leave (which was only a minute in our time)and went back to kiss him good bye again and when I laid my head on his shoulder he had already slipped away - He was calm and peaceful and silent and I am so glad the Lord gave us that gift together alone. We did not have to say good-bye.I do miss him but I would not ask the Lord to bring him back to this earthy world where sin has entered in and where stuff turns to dust and rust. Missing him is worth it because I have the joy of knowing where he is and who he is with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;huggles me, Meme who according to her spell check as made no mistakes--LOL but the punctuation is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the picture is the tornado that touched down about 24 miles north of Meme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3364660361893186360?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3364660361893186360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3364660361893186360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3364660361893186360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3364660361893186360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunshine-and-clouds.html' title='sunshine and clouds....'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SlQWc9rScqI/AAAAAAAAACs/S3_OwfzbHhQ/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-809279237012118366</id><published>2009-07-07T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:06:36.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain....</title><content type='html'>It is raining here today which is what we need--and so our rain is an answer to prayer.God's blessing helps the earth grow our food and keeps us continually blessed. So often, we want to have only the sun-shinebut if there are no storms we would not see our rainbows.I feel like I am in midst of another storm right now as time is getting closer to the one year that my dear hubby has been gone- It seems like only yesterday that I held him in my arms and sang the song telling us that Jesus loved him. He loved Jesus too and had a personal faith that comforted him as he walked in the valley of death. Death came but could not steal him as his death was his victory in Jesus.I know that the sun will shine in my heart again and that the rain will help me grow- and I will see the rainbows again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray that as I seek His comfort that I will remember that I do not walk alone and there is sunshine after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;huggles me, Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-809279237012118366?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/809279237012118366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=809279237012118366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/809279237012118366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/809279237012118366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html' title='Rain....'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-2750775804346938675</id><published>2009-06-30T23:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:45:56.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking my way out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it has been a rough month for me-&lt;br /&gt;missing the papa man so much&lt;br /&gt;part of this is that Miss Ashley is gone so much now&lt;br /&gt;and that is how it should be.......&lt;br /&gt;I do not want her to have to baby sit Meme&lt;br /&gt;I want her to have a fun time in this part of her life&lt;br /&gt;there is still some growing to do&lt;br /&gt;and you can be grown up for a long time&lt;br /&gt;once all is said and done-&lt;br /&gt;my widow friend of three years came&lt;br /&gt;for tea day and she assured me that&lt;br /&gt;I am being normal considering the&lt;br /&gt;circumstances but boy normal&lt;br /&gt;sure can hurt......&lt;br /&gt;the days seem so long and then there are the nights&lt;br /&gt;the hardest part of day is shutting off the lights&lt;br /&gt;around the house-&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my faith and following&lt;br /&gt;my Shepherd---&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish a few small business things&lt;br /&gt;and then it will be just me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that God is in control and I&lt;br /&gt;try very hard not to question Him about&lt;br /&gt;His plans---&lt;br /&gt;I am glad June is over....last June was the heavy&lt;br /&gt;month on the cancer journey ----it was&lt;br /&gt;all the endings of what dear papa hubby&lt;br /&gt;was able to do......it was the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is new day and a new month&lt;br /&gt;I will carry on.......&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-2750775804346938675?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/2750775804346938675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=2750775804346938675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2750775804346938675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2750775804346938675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-my-way-out.html' title='thinking my way out....'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7933330325181515400</id><published>2009-06-22T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:46:43.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a Meme note</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; I have been off doing things and forgetting to blog.  On Thursday, Dogman had his spring cleaning and got his hair cut and his nails done-  Miss Ashley and I walked him down town and then did this and that while he was busy-- then I walked him home again which translated means he walked me home.&lt;br /&gt;  I did something on Friday but my mind as forgot- but I do know that I was out for my walk. I try to walk some where everyday when the weather is nice.&lt;br /&gt;   Yesterday I walked down and checked out our new drugstore which actually sells groceries also. That really amazed me- to find a milk isle in the drug store- it is big and seems very nice. I found some honey and bread and so Dogman and I had toast and honey today. It is closer for me to walk too than the regular grocery store so will be nice in the winter- some things are higher priced and some are not. I will go to both depending on the weather and what I need.&lt;br /&gt;   It took me nearly a year to get to the point of walking down town without dear papa- I was so used to him being with me that I did not even know how to put the money in the cart slot to get a cart- here most of the stores have carts but you have to pay up first and then once you are done and put the cart back in the proper area- your money comes back to you. &lt;br /&gt;  Our first father's day with out papa here on earth but he had his first father's day with his Lord.  He has been a father for 50 years now. I miss him and yet, I cannot ask for more of him from the Lord. David is at peace now with no pain or sorrow-- his kids gave him much sorrow because of drugs- he does not have to look and hope and pray for them anymore- that has been passed to me- sigh--My step daughter called last night- she has not called since the funeral day- she was too ashamed as she had gone back on cocaine- sigh-  she said she is off right now- pray - please- I do not want to be around anyone who is into drugs and I am not interested in rehabilitating anyone either. We did try that and it did not work but I can still love her and pray-&lt;br /&gt;  Must go as I did say this was a short note--LOL&lt;br /&gt;double hugs for all my friends- from Meme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7933330325181515400?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/7933330325181515400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=7933330325181515400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7933330325181515400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7933330325181515400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/06/meme-note.html' title='a Meme note'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-5177525355998771883</id><published>2009-06-17T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:15:51.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a short note</title><content type='html'>I am not lost but just trying to do what I can- here is a short Meme note&lt;br /&gt;and I will be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt; -I did get rid of the garbage that I got out for our sanitation man and now I have another bag for next week- if only papa hubby would have collected stamps--LOL but he was a wood crafter and a rock hound and every thing he had weighs a lot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; plus I have a hairline fracture in my back and so I have to rethink everything that I do. yesterday was the eldest daughters birthday and I gave her a gift from me plus I gave her a beautiful hand made mug that she gave her dad when she was around 4 years old. A sweet sorrow gift but I know it means a lot to her and also the fact that her dad used it for over 35 years.&lt;br /&gt;my friend make it and papa used it to store his bills etc for the month for all those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so yes. I  continue on ...........and I will skip the toss list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huggles from Meme- today a year ago is the day that my husband left our home for good to go into pallitive care- I am glad I have been able to let go of his things now- it is a bittersweet day but it is also a blessing for me as it releases my attachment to his things. I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-5177525355998771883?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/5177525355998771883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=5177525355998771883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/5177525355998771883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/5177525355998771883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-note.html' title='a short note'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-9059381512514373048</id><published>2009-06-14T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:45:21.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Sounds</title><content type='html'>most days now my house is silent-&lt;br /&gt;and as I listen.....&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the silence.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer hear the sounds of two&lt;br /&gt;hearts beating together.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last days with papa hubby&lt;br /&gt;and how I would lean against his chest&lt;br /&gt;to hear the pitter patter of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;it was the sound of hope.....&lt;br /&gt;it was the last sound I heard papa speak&lt;br /&gt;and then last time I listened&lt;br /&gt;all I heard was the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;He had left this world as quiet as&lt;br /&gt;the angels who came to take him home.&lt;br /&gt;I hear that silent sound now..........&lt;br /&gt;and I miss his sounds......&lt;br /&gt;and yet, I feel the sounds in my heart&lt;br /&gt;and I know that on the day that&lt;br /&gt;the sound of silence came to me&lt;br /&gt;that the bells in heaven rang.&lt;br /&gt;huggles me, Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-9059381512514373048?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/9059381512514373048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=9059381512514373048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/9059381512514373048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/9059381512514373048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/06/silent-sounds.html' title='Silent Sounds'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-6911144696412797024</id><published>2009-06-10T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:18:16.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When the time is right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my bedroom is looking pretty cozy and meme like&lt;br /&gt;there are many things in here that papa hubby gave me&lt;br /&gt;and also things that we shared together...&lt;br /&gt;papa was a tool man so he seldom had a lot of&lt;br /&gt;his things in here- our closets are too small to&lt;br /&gt;fit both on us in---so he used the spare room closet&lt;br /&gt;and I used my/our room for my clothes-&lt;br /&gt;the sweaters we shared were in his closet&lt;br /&gt;so the closet did not require any changes-&lt;br /&gt;I found one of his tools called a plainer(sp)&lt;br /&gt;which is hand held and small so I am using it for&lt;br /&gt;a book end. I like it as he used it often while&lt;br /&gt;making his canes......so lots of DNA&lt;br /&gt;I can still only do so much at a time and&lt;br /&gt;only deal with certain things yet.&lt;br /&gt;But I am moving forward step by step&lt;br /&gt;because I know that is what papa hubby&lt;br /&gt;asked me to do. He was very strong spoken that&lt;br /&gt;the things he left behind are of this world&lt;br /&gt;and that I am to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my health I know that this house&lt;br /&gt;is too much for me to deal with and that&lt;br /&gt;I will have to move in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I need to start the steps......&lt;br /&gt;in order to be able to complete this&lt;br /&gt;before I have to leave here.&lt;br /&gt;It is sad to know that I will be letting&lt;br /&gt;our home go but it is also exciting to know&lt;br /&gt;that I can make a new home for Meme.&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to remove the detachments of papa&lt;br /&gt;hubby's things because it is hard to remind me&lt;br /&gt;that these are now my things and if I keep them all&lt;br /&gt;I am the one responsible.&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful thing is that papa is not missing&lt;br /&gt;his things- or noticing his things going- or wants his things to&lt;br /&gt;be kept for him. I know that he has his treasures in heaven&lt;br /&gt;from Jesus- no pain- no suffering- no tears- no sadness&lt;br /&gt;and he is not alone- He is with his Lord and Savior who&lt;br /&gt;taught us all to not store our treasures on earth&lt;br /&gt;for they will rust and turn to dust.&lt;br /&gt;God's treasures are eternal.&lt;br /&gt;God will give me and you strength to do&lt;br /&gt;what needs to be done when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;God is our time keeper.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the Lord..........Psalm 27:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6911144696412797024?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6911144696412797024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6911144696412797024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6911144696412797024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6911144696412797024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-time-is-right.html' title='When the time is right...'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7320674247569599015</id><published>2009-06-07T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:49:34.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>that dear granddaughter</title><content type='html'>yesterday the grand daughter was off to see family on her birth&lt;br /&gt;dad's side--sometimes I get confused so I do wonder how she keeps&lt;br /&gt;every one in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;she came home before mid night which means Oma was still&lt;br /&gt;up and had not turned into a pumpkin--LOL.&lt;br /&gt;now for some reason she kept tempting me away from&lt;br /&gt;my room - but I kept coming back-&lt;br /&gt;and she kept tempting me with things she needed or needed done&lt;br /&gt;and as it was getting closer to midnight-&lt;br /&gt;Oma finally fell for the&lt;br /&gt;maid for a minute or two........&lt;br /&gt;.Oma knows when to give up....in...over...&lt;br /&gt;so off I went to do maid duty and&lt;br /&gt;suddenly I hear strange noises in my room and as&lt;br /&gt;noises are generally not found in my room and&lt;br /&gt;as I have completed the maid for a minute job.....&lt;br /&gt;(which took more minutes than I planned )&lt;br /&gt;I return to discover my grand daughter standing&lt;br /&gt;on a stool in a rather strange position&lt;br /&gt;and in some danger according to Oma-- but I&lt;br /&gt;look up to see that she had put some words&lt;br /&gt;on my wall - all in fancy letters- first&lt;br /&gt;done on a special machine and then put on&lt;br /&gt;where ever one wants them to go and&lt;br /&gt;well no, Oma did not cry......&lt;br /&gt;I saved the tears for later......because this is what the words&lt;br /&gt;say.....&lt;br /&gt;JESUS LOVES YOU&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU IN THE MORNING&lt;br /&gt;LOVE PAPA&lt;br /&gt;these were the words that papa hubby always&lt;br /&gt;closed the day with ......either tucking g'kids into bed&lt;br /&gt;or going to his bed at night,&lt;br /&gt;even the cancer could not take all the words&lt;br /&gt;from him as he would struggle for breath&lt;br /&gt;to finish.......&lt;br /&gt;She has them displayed so that when I lay&lt;br /&gt;down at night or wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I will see the words from his heart.&lt;br /&gt;God bless my Miss Ashley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7320674247569599015?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/7320674247569599015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=7320674247569599015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7320674247569599015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7320674247569599015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-dear-granddaughter.html' title='that dear granddaughter'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-8459078945333096112</id><published>2009-06-05T22:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:27:08.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>clearing out the bedroom...</title><content type='html'>I got a lot of things done today because we have rain that is also snow at times so it was not fit day for man or beast to go outside. I did clear out at least 50 things since I started to sort out the bedroom..I just put down check marks as I do not want to get bogged down with lists. I know myself too well- some is gone, some things went to where they really belonged, and some is going to be giving away as soon as I get a good day for travel. The main thing is that it has all left my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some of my things, some of our things and a few things of papa hubby's for decor.I am  a not matchie-pooh lady so if it is something that brings me joy I have it in here.I fixed up the DVD player so I can relax and watch my/our favorite DVDs- (( I set it up all by myself and it works). I still think in terms of ''ours'' often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still half bed-room and half-office. Office really means where I have my laptop and is where I write notes to my friends. I do the bills out in the dining room. I call it office only to feel more official. (smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom is now peaceful and filled with memories of me and we. There are special moments when I think- here I am, and I feel joy again. And even though- life is not fair and often hard I have made a place where I can have moments of peace. Moments where I can just 'be me.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the grief there has not been a lot of room for emotional baggage to stay. Cancer has a way of changing one's ambitions and priorities. For me, the only real things that matter now is to  love and to notice and value the small moments of joy in my life. Things like the sunbeams on my kitchen floor, a walk to no where, my dog's tail wagging, smiling at strangers before they smile at me..........&lt;br /&gt;I have learned with a deep awareness to find the things that really matter now.I have the need to learn and to grow, and to be all of who I am/ was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;And as I share my blanket of memories with friends and ''you'', my prayer is that you will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-8459078945333096112?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/8459078945333096112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=8459078945333096112' title='1 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-6957268304343228942</id><published>2009-06-04T00:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:24:49.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme's content day........</title><content type='html'>I had a content day here both in body and mind-&lt;br /&gt;I think I was just happy to be at the end of all the tests&lt;br /&gt;and appointments and with results that I can live with..&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick for over 2 years now and so&lt;br /&gt;glad that the Lord gave me manna strength to take&lt;br /&gt;care of dear papa&lt;br /&gt;I did some amazing things with and for him&lt;br /&gt;things that I could have never done on my own...&lt;br /&gt;God is good.&lt;br /&gt;I am not stressed with the medical results.&lt;br /&gt;I got groceries today and it was book club -&lt;br /&gt;last one until September&lt;br /&gt;I did not finish the last book as it had&lt;br /&gt;too many things in it that I do not believe-&lt;br /&gt;and things against God's word.&lt;br /&gt;one of our questions today was ??&lt;br /&gt;what do we think heaven is like....&lt;br /&gt;and my answer was that I know that it will&lt;br /&gt;be a wonderful place because Jesus will be there.&lt;br /&gt;I did not answer a lot of the questions&lt;br /&gt;but when someone said that none of us know&lt;br /&gt;about heaven so it is really up to our imagination&lt;br /&gt;I did say that I know what God's&lt;br /&gt;promises are re heaven and the place He is preparing&lt;br /&gt;for me/us-- I was very careful to word the statement&lt;br /&gt;as a witness as all the ladies do not think&lt;br /&gt;that whole Bible is true- sigh-&lt;br /&gt;it was a tough meeting as sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I felt very disregarded for my belief and faith&lt;br /&gt;but honored that I was free to speak..&lt;br /&gt;but I know that what God says-God does.&lt;br /&gt;we did have giggles too and I am praying&lt;br /&gt;for those ladies to find the true Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that the world is rejecting&lt;br /&gt;God and his promises--&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank said these words..&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK OF ALL THE MISERY, BUT OF ALL THE BEAUTY&lt;br /&gt;THAT STILL REMAINS.&lt;br /&gt;Let us keep an eye out for His beauty.&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6957268304343228942?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6957268304343228942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6957268304343228942' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>and the doctor said...</title><content type='html'>Finally got the to see the doctor re my tummy and this is my story--ignore any thing that mentions cancer as I am ok there- however I do not know how to delete all the info and still make sense--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Barrett's Esophagus Barrett's esophagus. Barrett's esophagus (BE) leads to abnormal changes in the cells of the esophagus.About 10% of patients with symptomatic GERD have BE. In some cases, BE develops as an advanced stage of erosive esophagitis. While obesity, alcohol use, and smoking have all been implicated as risk factors for Barrett's esophagus, their role remains unclear. Only the persistence of GERD symptoms indicates a higher risk for BE.Not all patients with BE have either esophagitis or symptoms of GERD. In fact, studies suggest that more than half of people with BE have no GERD symptoms at all. BE, then, is likely to be much more prevalent and probably less harmful than is currently believed.. When BE patients develop abnormalities of the mucus membrane cells lining the esophagus (dysplasia), the risk of cancer rises significantly. There is some evidence that acid reflux may contribute to the development of cancer in BE.2. plus...this is the second problem most likely due to the first problem--dysphagiaIf the esophagus becomes severely injured over time, narrowed regions called strictures can develop, which may impair swallowing (a condition known as dysphagia). Stretching procedures or surgery may be required to restore normal swallowing. Strictures may actually prevent other GERD symptoms, by stopping acid from traveling up the esophagus. I also have neurogical problems in the muscles of the esophagus and this also has too be watch closely in case I lost my breath as I need these muscles to work when I breath-- It has a name too but I lost it some where in my head-3. a H. hernia about 1 inch----there is things that could be done but I told him that I am just not emotionally or physically well enough to make any decisions right now and so I will see him again on September 3 where he will explain my options. He also gave me a new prescription that should help some. My option right now is to ask for prayer. I would like to spend a joyful summer eating and with no pain. I am too thin now and need to build up my strength-- the reason I am so tired is that I am not getting enough calories due to my high metabolism and severe tummy problems .and that is my story- and I will be back soon with another tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hugs from Meme who so appreciates her friends and the prayers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-8817534972678388307?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/8817534972678388307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=8817534972678388307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8817534972678388307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8817534972678388307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-doctor-said.html' title='and the doctor said...'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-552910187373299077</id><published>2009-05-25T22:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:36:32.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PAPA'S DRIVEWAY</title><content type='html'>When we first moved into this house our backyard where we parked was a muddy weed mixed with grass bog. Every time it rained we had to walk through or around puddles to get to the car. The kids always had dirty socks and fun playing in the puddles. And every winter was a night mare to get out of the yard.&lt;br /&gt; We did not have the money to spend on fixing a drive way as there were always other needs. About ten years ago, papa decided that he wanted to fix the drive way so that we could get in and out with more ease and also escape the mud. We had no money so papa went to our local gravel yard with his truck and started bringing gravel home. They had a special pile of crushed gravel that was free if you loaded it yourself. He loaded it by shovel and unloaded and we needed many loads as we only had a half-ton and a big space to fill. Once he got the gravel here- he then unloaded it by hand and started to make our drive-way.-&lt;br /&gt; It was hard work as he not only trucked in the gravel for the driveway, unloaded it but he also packed the gravel by hand. We could not afford to rent a packer. He made a special packer from his imagination that worked well so that our drive way was compact. He made the driveway wide enough for 2 vehicles plus wide path ways and brought it right to the balcony so we had no puddles to wade through.-&lt;br /&gt; Because gravel settles into the mud he had to do this 3 times that summer and then the next summer he repeated the whole process twice. He was a hard worker and did all this in his spare time. He continued to add more gravel for two more summers and pack it by hand until he had the perfect driveway for our truck and car.&lt;br /&gt; All his neighbors were amazed that one man would and could do all that work by hand. Every year a few weeds sneak in trying to grow in the gravel and papa would go after them with his weed killer.This year the weeds came again- not a lot but enough to annoy me and also if they are let go our drive way will become a weed garden and I was not willing to see that happen.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out and dug out all the weeds by hand-- I do not know how to operate papa's weed pump and so I simply dug them out with a meat fork so that I could also get the roots. I filled a 5 gallon pail packed with the weeds.It was a hard job kneeling on the gravel but it felt so good- I had such peace and joy to be doing something to honor papa hubby by keeping his drive way up to speed. I felt his joy of when he made the driveway.&lt;br /&gt; His joy was/is my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-552910187373299077?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/552910187373299077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=552910187373299077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/552910187373299077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/552910187373299077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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friends brought us over supper&lt;br /&gt;and although they could not stay&lt;br /&gt;for supper they had time for a visit-&lt;br /&gt;so it was a very good day for Meme&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed to write the ''Birthday Story''.&lt;br /&gt;even though it was bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;it was a day I wanted to share-&lt;br /&gt;as my gift to you.&lt;br /&gt;last year this time there was no time&lt;br /&gt;to write the story and the timing was not right.&lt;br /&gt;weather wise we had rain and sleet and snow and gray skies&lt;br /&gt;and then after supper a blue sky with some sunshine-and -clouds.&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of this new journey-----&lt;br /&gt;that I am on.....we got through the weather yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and I will get through this journey -&lt;br /&gt;blue skies peeking through among the gray-&lt;br /&gt;sometimes rain and sometimes sun.&lt;br /&gt;all the things I need to grow.&lt;br /&gt;now Meme has overdone for her age-&lt;br /&gt;and I need to have an early rest tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the wonderful greetings and&lt;br /&gt;for your gifts of prayer and encouragement&lt;br /&gt;that you have blessed me with this last year.&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-2943767846317058337?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/2943767846317058337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=2943767846317058337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2943767846317058337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2943767846317058337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonder-day.html' title='A WONDER DAY......'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-6049681417873967680</id><published>2009-05-19T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:40:21.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIRTHDAY STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;last year this time was my big 60 birthday &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa hubby had been looking forward to this date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;since the day I turned 59 as he liked the fact&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that we would be in the same decade--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;both in our sixties- this only happened for a year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and a bit as he was nearly 9 years older than me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but of course - last year was our cancer journey &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and his plans had to go on hold........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but papa was not one to be defeated by cancer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when he made plans he made plans --&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;= so he talked to the pastor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and with ease- convinced the pastor to have &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a cake at the church for me----the pastor had&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to tell me a few days ahead of time as there &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was no guarantee that papa would have the strength&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to go to church that day---so it was decided that &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would go----with out him and Miss Ashley would&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stay with papa-----but papa hubby was determined &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to go and so Bonnie and I took him but late so that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he would have enough strength ---to last an hour or two- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we took him there with great care- and parked as&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;close to the front door we could so he did not have &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to walk one step more than was needed-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he was very weak by then and taking a small step &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was hard work ........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we got there and the deacons were waiting for him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and me and  they helped him into the sanctuary &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and because the pastor knew papa and I had &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to come late to conserve his energy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he gave papa hubby a nice welcome as&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa had not been able to go since April&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our church is small enough to do that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and every one knew papa hubby and his journey-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after the service we had cake in the main foyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we put papa hubby on a chair &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone came to see him and shake his hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he was so blessed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and it was a ''good bye'' time for him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and his friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yes, it was my birthday and we ate cake too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but the day was really a honoring of David&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we knew that there would be no more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday outings for him as he could&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;barely walk- and sitting required too much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;energy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and he got to see his two daughters in church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as the Ashley invited them too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we all stood there around papa hubby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some one bought me flowers to add&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to papa's special cake &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was a nice time and not long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as we/they knew papa was too weak &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we brought him home and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he was so tired but happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happy to give me a surprise and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happy to see his friends again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happy that his plans happened-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we both knew it was his last time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we knew that he could not walk much longer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his legs were like stove pipes( that is what the doctors call them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and his tummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make him look pregnant as his body grew a water blister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;around his cancer thinking to protect it from&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; the foreign  body-(cancer does this to some patients)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;also&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he was going through&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his chemo side effects but God gave him the strength&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to go one more time - &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking back is bittersweet - but with thanksgiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is a birthday I will always remember- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his family all together and his church friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaking his hand and hugs and kisses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and praying for him and with him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was a wonderful moment in time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that will always be in my heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so that is my birthday story &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and now today is another birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new year for me...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I am learning to live with out papa David&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to celebrate the moments- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to count my blessings and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not the candles-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and to share the memories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I hold in my heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6049681417873967680?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6049681417873967680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6049681417873967680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6049681417873967680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6049681417873967680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-story.html' title='A BIRTHDAY STORY'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4209970220985161674</id><published>2009-05-18T23:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:15:17.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>snow party</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;alas it snowed here in sunny Alberta today-- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;about 2 inches and stayed --&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we have had a late spring and a long winter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was watching the snow flakes fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; a slow snow falling- just taking its time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to get to the ground and then staying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where it landed-----&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it reminded me to slow down too &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that time does pass about as fast as we run&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and that it is ok to stand at the window--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;past the middle of May and watch the snow fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we have a white world out in our yard with some&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;green peeking through and the sunshine tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will turn it into water for our land--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and there were other moments for me today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;besides just the snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I took them as they came&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching Miss Ashley vegetate on the couch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dogman jumping with joy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because she got up and gave him a treat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking at the planters that we had to bring in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just watching the seeds grow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing a good book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating cheezies in/on my bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learning about food on the food channel-LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there were sad moments too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and forgotten moments remembered&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and when I think of papa hubby &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remember how he found joy in doing moments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and going moments-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and his coming home moments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loved to go on adventures but he&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loved to come home again &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take your moments - as they come&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoy the them  and tuck them away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for another day when you need to hide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in the moment--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; because even the stormy moments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can become sunshine moments  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if we treasure the sparkles---------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4209970220985161674?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4209970220985161674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4209970220985161674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4209970220985161674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4209970220985161674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/05/snow-party.html' title='snow party'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-2761662191730549840</id><published>2009-05-16T22:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:43:59.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A WILD RIDE,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;neither Miss Ashley and I can drive but we have papa hubby's car which I gave to Ashley- we have to start it now and then and so we sat in it today with Dogman and listened to the tape that papa had in the tape deck- it was the old country music and yodeling by a lady singer that papa enjoyed- we turned it up high and then Ashley backed the car up to the end of the drive way and then parked it again- LOLwe had such fun making a memory and sharing memories-Dogman enjoyed the ride too...and I am sure the neighbors are in grief now watching and listening to us--the tape has sat in there for two winters now and played as good as new-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-2761662191730549840?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/2761662191730549840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=2761662191730549840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2761662191730549840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2761662191730549840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/05/wild-ride.html' title='A WILD RIDE,,'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3216679751318545179</id><published>2009-05-15T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:30:04.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the week</title><content type='html'>times seems to fly by when one is not feeling well&lt;br /&gt;but I did accomplish a lot of little things this week&lt;br /&gt;ran into things of papa hubby's again&lt;br /&gt;and it always a hard decision to decide&lt;br /&gt;what to do with his things-&lt;br /&gt;do I toss it?&lt;br /&gt;do I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;do I sell it?&lt;br /&gt;do I give it away?&lt;br /&gt;and I find things of mine too&lt;br /&gt;but the decision is easier&lt;br /&gt;because it does not hold old memories&lt;br /&gt;Papa always had a vision&lt;br /&gt;to use what ever he kept&lt;br /&gt;some day was a day of the week&lt;br /&gt;to papa--LOL&lt;br /&gt;and he did make some great things.....&lt;br /&gt;he just had that kind of imagination.......&lt;br /&gt;I have started my crocheting again&lt;br /&gt;found the crochet cotton I forgot I had..&lt;br /&gt;this is a nice red - and - I am just doing&lt;br /&gt;a granny square table cloth--it will be about&lt;br /&gt;33 by 33 as that fits my table&lt;br /&gt;that I want to put it one...&lt;br /&gt;it is a little over half done and I will have enough&lt;br /&gt;to do one more- and I plan to use it(them)&lt;br /&gt;in any season as Christmas is all year&lt;br /&gt;in my heart...the next one I make I&lt;br /&gt;will attempt a pattern but my&lt;br /&gt;right side brain is not working with&lt;br /&gt;the left side yet...&lt;br /&gt;grief not only steals your joy many days&lt;br /&gt;but it also steals your rememberer--&lt;br /&gt;I discovered today that I am one day&lt;br /&gt;younger than I thought--LOL&lt;br /&gt;I thought my birthday was this coming Monday&lt;br /&gt;but it is really this coming Tuesday-&lt;br /&gt;I will write a birthday tale from last year&lt;br /&gt;on my birthday-----&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned because it is a good story&lt;br /&gt;that I have not told yet--&lt;br /&gt;Meme must go now&lt;br /&gt;and I will be back-&lt;br /&gt;big canadian hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-9122244461881559959</id><published>2009-05-06T01:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:46:53.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>widow thoughts</title><content type='html'>I am restless tonight and just thinking about&lt;br /&gt;the way we were and wondering how to be a widow!?&lt;br /&gt;I was raised to be a wife-&lt;br /&gt;and although we talked about one of us&lt;br /&gt;leaving first&lt;br /&gt;it was always a some day conversation&lt;br /&gt;about when ever that would happen&lt;br /&gt;it was in the future but it was not reality&lt;br /&gt;we made our wills to take care of each other&lt;br /&gt;but it was a some day thought&lt;br /&gt;and now some day came and went&lt;br /&gt;and I am here and papa hubby is not&lt;br /&gt;the hardest thing to do is to take his name off of things&lt;br /&gt;some things I can leave for now - and&lt;br /&gt;it is unreal to walk downtown with his&lt;br /&gt;death certificate in my purse&lt;br /&gt;I only carry it if I have too and I&lt;br /&gt;simply cannot read it--sigh--&lt;br /&gt;he made sure that I would be left ok&lt;br /&gt;and that nothing would be in my way&lt;br /&gt;as I follow this track on&lt;br /&gt;a new journey but alone&lt;br /&gt;my heart rejoices that he is with the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and that the Lord knew best&lt;br /&gt;but my heart just hurts&lt;br /&gt;I had a fear that I might not remember him&lt;br /&gt;every day- that some how I might forget how we were&lt;br /&gt;and then I read another widow's journey&lt;br /&gt;and realized that God will keep papa hubby's&lt;br /&gt;memories in my heart&lt;br /&gt;God will keep me safe in the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;because love is stronger than death&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-9122244461881559959?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/9122244461881559959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=9122244461881559959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/9122244461881559959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/9122244461881559959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/05/widow-thoughts.html' title='widow thoughts'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4251229246315757286</id><published>2009-05-05T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:17:10.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jammie day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Meme had a jammie day which is another way of saying I did not&lt;br /&gt;want to get all dressed up with no place to go----&lt;br /&gt;every once and a while and some times more often&lt;br /&gt;I just putter about doing the chores in my jammies&lt;br /&gt;they are quite cosy and comfortable and respectable too&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on having a do nothing day until&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of entering the doom room&lt;br /&gt;which translated is the room where Miss Ashley resides&lt;br /&gt;I decided to check under the clothes and see if the rug&lt;br /&gt;was still there and then I did the Oma thing&lt;br /&gt;Oma-s can do these things that mothers should never do&lt;br /&gt;I did her laundry- as a gift to her&lt;br /&gt;she was sad today and went to work sad&lt;br /&gt;due to some family issues and because it is better&lt;br /&gt;for Oma- to say less sometimes I decided to give&lt;br /&gt;her the gift of clean laundry---&lt;br /&gt;I also freshened her blankets by tossing them into&lt;br /&gt;the dryer with that vanilla smell she so loves-&lt;br /&gt;the things that made her sad did work out partly&lt;br /&gt;but not enough to heal her hurts&lt;br /&gt;and we just have to continue to pray&lt;br /&gt;for her and them - she comes from a split home&lt;br /&gt;back ground and is often stuck in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of problems which belong to others who should know better-&lt;br /&gt;I do not do these things for her&lt;br /&gt;often but I felt that it was a&lt;br /&gt;cheerio that she needed at this time&lt;br /&gt;--she was still quite emotionally needy tonight&lt;br /&gt;but has settled now in her clean bed&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, the rug is still there--LOL-&lt;br /&gt;pray for her heart to be healed as she has&lt;br /&gt;been broken for so long&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4251229246315757286?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4251229246315757286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4251229246315757286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4251229246315757286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4251229246315757286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/05/jammie-day.html' title='jammie day'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7417786548766336432</id><published>2009-05-01T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:24:20.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MEME SKIPPING</title><content type='html'>Meme IS skipping.....&lt;br /&gt;alas- not exercising but skipping the Internet&lt;br /&gt;my hours seem to be short this last week or two&lt;br /&gt;and it is not the weather of spring yet&lt;br /&gt;we have had some snow nearly every day&lt;br /&gt;so our spring chores are delayed&lt;br /&gt;and I am not accomplishing a lot but I&lt;br /&gt;am content to do next to nothing&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday I stayed in jammies and bed with tea and crackers&lt;br /&gt;and the dog and had a nice rest&lt;br /&gt;napped and channel changed=&lt;br /&gt;it was of good of papa hubby to leave the remote here--LOL&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like the stone of grief has moved from my heart&lt;br /&gt;and although the grief is there I can see light -&lt;br /&gt;I laugh more now and I am seeing pieces of Meme&lt;br /&gt;coming back.....I know that papa hubby would want that&lt;br /&gt;his name is no longer on the member list at church because&lt;br /&gt;he moved on--&lt;br /&gt;that was a big step for me to realize that he has no earthly&lt;br /&gt;cares and pain and grief- and he left so much joy behind&lt;br /&gt;plus a lot wood and rocks and saws and tools and magazines&lt;br /&gt;and his model cars and so on and so on&lt;br /&gt;and precious memories-&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of one tale&lt;br /&gt; tonight which I will share soon and&lt;br /&gt;we can laugh together=&lt;br /&gt;How good God is............&lt;br /&gt;sharing a unknown author's thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''the Lord is my shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;my Father and friend&lt;br /&gt;He comforts me in loneliness&lt;br /&gt;His kindness knows no end-&lt;br /&gt;He fills my home with memories&lt;br /&gt;and quiet thoughts to keep,&lt;br /&gt;He fills my heart with hope&lt;br /&gt;and joy and peace... &lt;br /&gt;as I face the world again --&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7417786548766336432?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/7417786548766336432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=7417786548766336432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7417786548766336432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went up stairs this week and began&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to take papa hubby's world on earth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;apart-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this is difficult as he was such a hobby man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wood work - hockey cards- comic books- rocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and anything else that took up his time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plus a lot of etc. :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he enjoyed these things and also was a keeper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and it is difficult to sort through his treasures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and decide what to toss and what to keep and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what to give away-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He made beautiful diamond willow walking sticks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and canes from scratch- he cut the trees -dried them &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and peeled the bark and etc- it is quite an interesting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hobby and requires hard work and patience--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cancer came so fast and so hard that he&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;never had the time to organize or clean up his things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and he fussed about that but I assured that all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was well and that I could do it for him later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is later now and he no longer has need of &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his earth treasures but I am glad that he had them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he used to drink in bars and was a bit on the wild side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then in 1972 he came home and said that he&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was not going to drink anymore as he could see how it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was hurting me and he never did!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he just quit and asked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God to replace his alcohol with something else and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God did and He gave papa hubby a love for nature  -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He could find pictures in rocks and wood-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He make rings and things with the rocks after&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he cut them and polished them and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he just knew how to pick out the art of God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so now as I go through his things I find treasures too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lot I will give to family members- no matter the value&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;things are things on earth and heaven is coming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think of being on this side of heaven and papa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hubby is on the other side and our love &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is eternal- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what a wonderful thing to know the plans that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God has for each us-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6846201060795325028?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6846201060795325028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6846201060795325028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6846201060795325028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6846201060795325028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-week.html' title='A NEW WEEK'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-439230945492769094</id><published>2009-04-21T23:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:10:15.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>checking in....</title><content type='html'>I am getting behind on bloggingbut I have been enjoying the fresh air and sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing ok&lt;br /&gt;I did not think I would ever be ok again but I am......&lt;br /&gt;.the grief is quiet for now.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when our kids were little and how at the age of two they would want to be to independent but every once in a while they would suddenly cling&lt;br /&gt;to us even if they knew we were just leaving the room&lt;br /&gt;and would return.....&lt;br /&gt;and trying to untangle a two year old who has decidedto hang on to a leg was no small feat--&lt;br /&gt;- and I remember how I would bend down and pick them up and hold them and reassure them that mama loved them and would not go away -&lt;br /&gt;and that is how this grief is----&lt;br /&gt;I know Jesus is with me&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I have to just hang on to Him for dear life&lt;br /&gt;as if He was going to leave the room with out me and He&lt;br /&gt;does bend down and pick me up and hold me and love me and reassure me-&lt;br /&gt; that He is my comforter and shepherd&lt;br /&gt;and we will go or not go together.........&lt;br /&gt;.He loves me and you......&lt;br /&gt;and that is enough for me-&lt;br /&gt;have a wonder week and I will try to report in with a tale or two--&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-439230945492769094?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-9043745731596754729</id><published>2009-04-16T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:13:43.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I love him.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;this morning I was having one of those "" why""" moments&lt;br /&gt;why God? &lt;br /&gt;why papa hubby? &lt;br /&gt;why me?&lt;br /&gt;and then I heard that small quiet voice&lt;br /&gt;that we all can hear when we listen with our heart&lt;br /&gt;""BECAUSE I LOVE HIM&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HE IS MINE&lt;br /&gt;HE IS MY BELOVED""&lt;br /&gt;and then I knew that all the crys&lt;br /&gt;of my heart have been answered&lt;br /&gt;that God was in control&lt;br /&gt;that God was right&lt;br /&gt;and that God so loved papa David&lt;br /&gt;that He gave his beloved and only son so&lt;br /&gt;that David did not perish but has everlasting life-&lt;br /&gt;and this afternoon I was sitting on the balcony&lt;br /&gt;with Dogman on his loveseat (yes, Dogman has&lt;br /&gt;his own loveseat outside too) &lt;br /&gt;and the sun was shining on us&lt;br /&gt;and the breeze was warm &lt;br /&gt;and the world was silent &lt;br /&gt;and all was well with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I had peace beyond understanding &lt;br /&gt;He is my shelter from the storm-&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-9043745731596754729?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/9043745731596754729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=9043745731596754729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/9043745731596754729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/9043745731596754729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-i-love-him.html' title='Because I love him.......'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7818452774624342822</id><published>2009-04-15T23:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:42:26.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Sliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today Miss Ashley got a sliver in her hand-(she is dear grand daughter-19- who lives full time with Oma now due to family issues )&lt;br /&gt;Now papa hubby was the doctor hug in our house- he dealt with the blood and bruises and slivers and the tears- Oma was back up...........&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ashley broke down and cried and cried for her papa - she would not let Oma help except to listen - she needed papa- I got her supplies- needle and tweezers and kleenex&lt;br /&gt;she did get it out on her own with many tears- it was not the pain of the sliver that made tears but that papa was not there to do it or comfort her........but I am so proud of her as she worked both the sliver and the tears out- &lt;br /&gt;it is important for her to cry also - she was a blessing to her papa in his cancer journey&lt;br /&gt;she was here for him from the first day and did not shy away from helping him- she even cut his hair for him and lifted him in bed for comfort and the last night before his home&lt;br /&gt;coming she held his eyes open for his to see- his muscles were too weak - she just knew what to do and he would always thank her - she knew he wanted to see us and she knew how long to hold them open and then let them rest- it gave papa a rather surprised look and we all had a memory making laugh- &lt;br /&gt;the nurses were surprised that a teen age girl would spend so much time with him and do careful caring things for him- she taught them a lot about love .........&lt;br /&gt;so you- see- the sliver was more than a sliver- it was a memory -&lt;br /&gt;she is fine now and we both talked about papa being safe from slivers in his eternal life-&lt;br /&gt;huggles from Meme who is still learning.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7818452774624342822?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/7818452774624342822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=7818452774624342822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7818452774624342822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7818452774624342822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/04/sliver.html' title='the Sliver'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-1671138120047517839</id><published>2009-04-13T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:53:20.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>grief thoughts......</title><content type='html'>I thought that I could manage my grief by this time- but thoughts of mine&lt;br /&gt;are not the Lords-&lt;br /&gt; His thoughts and plans are good for me and my future&lt;br /&gt;and so He guides me in the grief- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not know where I am at except past the &lt;br /&gt;beginning - &lt;br /&gt;I thought I could run away from the grief and I thought I could&lt;br /&gt;walk alone in the grief- but I can do neither&lt;br /&gt;I had a opinion that some how grief effected my relationship or walk&lt;br /&gt;with the Lord- I thought that I should have it all together by now but I &lt;br /&gt;did not trust in Lord's timing........&lt;br /&gt;I can say that the grief is less painful and more joyful.&lt;br /&gt;I know- it is hard to understand this joy.........but as I miss the world &lt;br /&gt;that I had - I see a new world opening for me- a world with out papa hubby&lt;br /&gt;but a world with memories of him as husband- father- papa - &lt;br /&gt;Papa hubby has gone to his new home and the Lord is preparing a place&lt;br /&gt;for me also but until He takes me home &lt;br /&gt;I must put my trust in Him and follow what ever path He leads me on-&lt;br /&gt;I believe that grief will always be a part of my/our walk because grief is &lt;br /&gt;a result of love- &lt;br /&gt;so some days I will come with tears and some days I will come &lt;br /&gt;with laughter&lt;br /&gt;but my friends- I will come because I cannot walk this journey &lt;br /&gt;alone and I know that the Lord is leading to touch the hearts of &lt;br /&gt;others - friends are gifts from God &lt;br /&gt;and while I am talking and walking my/our &lt;br /&gt;Lord is my shepherd&lt;br /&gt;He will not leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;and He will not leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-1671138120047517839?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/1671138120047517839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=1671138120047517839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1671138120047517839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1671138120047517839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/04/grief-thoughts.html' title='grief thoughts......'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4104294998876977803</id><published>2009-04-09T21:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:13:01.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Me in We......</title><content type='html'> &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; realize that I have not told you a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;about me as my mind is still caught in the grief -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is a bit of this and that's&lt;br /&gt;I was raised on a farm - with one brother&lt;br /&gt;my father was a homesteader and born&lt;br /&gt;on his father's homestead in 1910 ( grandpa came from Sweden)&lt;br /&gt;mother was also a homesteader's daughter(grandpa came from Scotland)&lt;br /&gt;they lived about 3 miles a part -&lt;br /&gt;brother has the original homestead now -just over 100 years old&lt;br /&gt;the farm that is ..not brother Bill-LOL&lt;br /&gt;we did not have running water- unless we ran and got it&lt;br /&gt;or indoor plumbing of any kind&lt;br /&gt;the old out house is still standing&lt;br /&gt;and father and mother build a modern house in 1970&lt;br /&gt;our heat was wood cut from the homestead trees&lt;br /&gt;dried for a year and then sawed into logs for the heater&lt;br /&gt;and split for the kitchen cook stove.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to town was quite an experience for me&lt;br /&gt;to have bath tubs and taps and a stove&lt;br /&gt;that turned on with buttons.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised to be a wife........&lt;br /&gt;and married at what would be considered now&lt;br /&gt;as young but was normal in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I was 18 and papa hubby was 27 -&lt;br /&gt;he was never considered too old for me--LOL&lt;br /&gt;that was how life was in the fifties and sixties&lt;br /&gt;we had 2 daughters- Bonita and Tammy&lt;br /&gt;I worked part time but only jobs that I was able&lt;br /&gt;to do when papa hubby was home so our&lt;br /&gt;kids were not baby sat often........ -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an rehabilitation practitioner course&lt;br /&gt;and worked for 15 years at a group home&lt;br /&gt;this was during a time when hubby was injured&lt;br /&gt;with his back and had 6 back fusions --&lt;br /&gt;sadly none of them helped and he was&lt;br /&gt;disabled the last 12 years but still very independent&lt;br /&gt;we spent most of our time together--&lt;br /&gt;when one or the other was not working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did not ever become rich in money&lt;br /&gt;but we were rich in love........&lt;br /&gt;we both gave our hearts to the Lord in 1987&lt;br /&gt;and began our walk with the our Shepherd..&lt;br /&gt;I, from watching Billy Graham and papa hubby&lt;br /&gt;at the little pentecostal church I made him go too-&lt;br /&gt;that is a funny story but I was scared to go&lt;br /&gt;as I had heard so many strange stories&lt;br /&gt;and when we got there- we discovered a lot of&lt;br /&gt;normal folks went there too-LOL&lt;br /&gt;we were so blessed by God in that church&lt;br /&gt;but sadly it broke down when our pastor retired&lt;br /&gt;and many members left -&lt;br /&gt;because we took our grand kids to church and&lt;br /&gt;we needed one with a Sunday School.. so&lt;br /&gt;we found a new church for them- Papa hubby&lt;br /&gt;took grand kids to church for 18 years- and&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad we/he did........we/I attend a church of the&lt;br /&gt;Nazarene now - at papa hubby's memorial service&lt;br /&gt;our dear pentecostal pastor was there for us too --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will get to notice other things about me as&lt;br /&gt;I write here- I am more of an introvert and&lt;br /&gt;I will be 61 in May and I don't feel a day over 60 (grin)&lt;br /&gt;I clean our church to help my income now that hubby is gone--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Lord and I am so thankful for what He has done for me&lt;br /&gt;I hang on to my hope--as -- I miss my papa hubby&lt;br /&gt;whose name was David Allan- and I know that he&lt;br /&gt;is indeed in peace with no pain or sickness or disabilities&lt;br /&gt;huggles from Meme&lt;br /&gt;THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4104294998876977803?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4104294998876977803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4104294998876977803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4104294998876977803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4104294998876977803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-in-we.html' title='The Me in We......'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-6321842929222918423</id><published>2009-04-08T22:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:45:56.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing out</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;this year's spring cleaning is really a clearing out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is hard to imagine how many things a couple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will hang on to and now that I am alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the things- have less meaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I have been busy clearing out =&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa hubby was a keeper of things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and he often kept them in various places&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I run into things all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some times it is a good find &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like yesterday finding a special silver dollar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;from the royal canadian mint- 2006&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;complete in case and unopened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made of fine silver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is to celebrate something but I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can not guess what and I do not want to dig&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it out of the case right now - need gloves for that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that was papa hubby's rule--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then to day I found that we paid all our household&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bills in 2000 - so I shredded them with no gloves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found a quote also but with no author&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will share it with you as I think that it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;applies well to my new life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LORD, PLEASE GIVE ME COURAGE AND STRENGTH TO WALK ALONE, SO I MAY TURN EACH STUMBLING BLOCK INTO A STEPPING STONE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am doing that as I move in this journey- some days I stand still--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some days I fall down- some days I get up and some days I take a step&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I always stay with my SHEPHERD-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will continue to clear out as I move along this journey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a wonder filled day tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and pause for a moment to tell someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you love-  that you love them and give them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a meme hug&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggles from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6321842929222918423?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6321842929222918423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6321842929222918423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6321842929222918423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6321842929222918423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/04/clearing-out.html' title='Clearing out'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7143993324015633762</id><published>2009-04-08T00:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:54:45.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT PINK MEME</title><content type='html'>I have been having problems with my shoulders and the doctor told me to buy sports bras-&lt;br /&gt; not because I was blessed with anything to put in the bra but because they have better shoulder straps-&lt;br /&gt;and support more than just boobs-( he did not quite say it in those words but........wink)&lt;br /&gt; so the other day I found some on sale and decided to try one- now I am rather on the conservative side of life and most of my bras are white- plus one black one just in case-&lt;br /&gt;well- these sports bras are not white- just black or navy or hot pink - glow in the dark pink-&lt;br /&gt;so of course- Meme chose the black and only one as I wanted to see how well it would help-&lt;br /&gt; and they do work- no digging in straps or those annoying hooks at the back- that you have to do a trick just to get it together-&lt;br /&gt;even better for my back muscles....&lt;br /&gt;.so Meme says- well- if one is good - then two are better - so I can always wear one- while one is in the laundry--&lt;br /&gt;now my mind just went wild as we were entering the store and I said to Miss Ashley- if they have the hot pink one in my size--- I am getting it- of course- I felt sure that the one and only hot pink bra would be gone so I could speak with calm assurance- and shock Ashley a little bit too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.ha- it was still there and my size and yes- it is now in my house- it is the best goodie thing I have done for myself since papa hubby left- and he would have died laughing--&lt;br /&gt;-he liked my colorful socks and my red shoes that are from the wizard of oz-&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ashley is still LOL and quite impressed that I could be so bold=&lt;br /&gt;so now I have a black one and a dark navy one and a HOT PINKONE----&lt;br /&gt;-and if the fellows  read this- you now know what I think of those  horrid bras that make us like houdini to get into and out of-&lt;br /&gt; hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7143993324015633762?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4266324119385152033</id><published>2009-04-05T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:46:05.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee with Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;before papa hubby became sick in December of 200&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; we would have a special coffee time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;together each day- French vanilla instant cappuccino- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was sort of like a date-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was a nice time of day for us to just share this and that--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after he came home from the hospital with cancer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we still had our coffee  once a day-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa David was not able to drink the whole cup anymore but he loved &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the bubbles (foam) and I would share my bubbles with him-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;even his last few days he was able to have his bubbles &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but unable to drink the coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as he had difficulty swallowing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after he passed away when I went to the store they were out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;of our coffee---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there were other brands but this was the special brand that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he and I enjoyed together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it has been out of stock since last Augest-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and today when I was with Ashley we found some-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yes- the same brand and the same price :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I came home and it was so nice to sit down and enjoy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a cup of our coffee and also tell Ashley the bubble story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was a happy memory and I enjoyed the coffee &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and even though, he is not here to share the  bubbles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a blessing in the heart-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4266324119385152033?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4266324119385152033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4266324119385152033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4266324119385152033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4266324119385152033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/04/coffee-with-papa.html' title='Coffee with Papa'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-1112131036098691450</id><published>2009-04-03T23:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:07:14.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>standing still</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am at a place in my grief where I am standing still&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am waiting on the Lord to show me what way to go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am beyond the pain of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; missing papa hubby and I am &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;letting go of needing him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; but letting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; go is difficult so that is why I am standing still&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting for my Shepherd to lead me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  I can let go of papa's personal things &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because I know he is healed- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more glasses and no more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;back braces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more clothes-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or canes or shoes or walkers -----&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more pills or pic lines or chemo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or morphine bags attached to his frail body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more cancer-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more carrying hime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more not walking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more anything  because&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa hubby is healed-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my heart is still  broken and I know that the Lord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will mend me- and although cracks will remain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be used by Him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need restoration and I know that He will&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;restore me-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Lord is my hope &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Lord is my shepherd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who now he has his friend ''papa''&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and He has made him whole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-1112131036098691450?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/1112131036098691450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=1112131036098691450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1112131036098691450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1112131036098691450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/04/standing-still.html' title='standing still'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7120273863159689872</id><published>2009-04-02T00:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:41:53.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme is feeling lost..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the last few days I have felt so lost and beyond lonely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find it hard to make decisions with out dear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hubby  input&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I am still marching even if I am standing in place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; .......I have been keeping busy also&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;which is good for me- cleaning out stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like drawers and shelves and down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sizing my books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and spring cleaning as I go....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;most are good condition and Christian so I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am blessing the church library &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and cook books for Miss Ashley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;today I did get to the bank &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;which took a weight off my shoulders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I did go to my book club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where other old ladies like me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get together and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;giggle and  sometimes read &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the chosen book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we are not serious and just have fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so off I go...tomorrow is a new day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I shall rejoice -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggles from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7120273863159689872?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/7120273863159689872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=7120273863159689872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7120273863159689872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7120273863159689872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/04/meme-is-feeling-lost.html' title='Meme is feeling lost..'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-2609807470265764553</id><published>2009-03-28T19:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:22:17.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a blessing.......</title><content type='html'>while continuing to clean out things in the house, I&lt;br /&gt;found a 2 lovely pictures of Papa David Hubby-&lt;br /&gt;- that were taken&lt;br /&gt;in 1966 the spring before I met him-&lt;br /&gt;I did not know he had these pictures with his  box of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;..I am so happy that I am ''high''--LOL&lt;br /&gt;-they are so precious and I will take them down this week&lt;br /&gt; and make copies for the girls--&lt;br /&gt; as they do not have pictures that old or before us or them-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----he was so handsome-- and cute and--------blond&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit shallow at that time as I was so young-&lt;br /&gt; like just barely 18(that summer) -&lt;br /&gt; so I went out with him for his looks and his car--LOL&lt;br /&gt;and love came to stay with us-&lt;br /&gt; and we were married in October--(1966).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have been cleaning odds and ends in the house&lt;br /&gt; for a couple of years now-a day here and a day there*&lt;br /&gt; going through all those boxes where one tends to stuff things for later..........&lt;br /&gt;..and  these were in  one of papa hubby's evelopes that he kept special things-&lt;br /&gt; I never went into his things before his death as we were very respective of each other's private things--&lt;br /&gt;---he was the same with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has taken me about 2 years to get where I am(just cleaning things we gathered over the years but knew we were keeping -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and I found 10 dollars too&lt;br /&gt;so that will help pay for the pictures to give the girls copies- &lt;br /&gt;I want to do them for Easter gifts-----what a family blessing!&lt;br /&gt;--hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-2609807470265764553?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/2609807470265764553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=2609807470265764553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2609807470265764553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2609807470265764553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-blessing.html' title='I found a blessing.......'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4938372796978487408</id><published>2009-03-28T00:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:09:56.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blessing of the coats</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;on Wednesday before I came home from the city &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brother Bill took his wife and I shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we puttered in Wal-mart for a while and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got  some tea and this and thats--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we went to a store in  the mall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;----last summer when papa hubby died&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his sister gave me $50.00 with instructions (and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when she talks - Meme listens ..........)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to buy my self something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she knew that I had not been &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;out for over 9 months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to shop beyond groceries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; as I was &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always with dear papa...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so sister in law and I did a putter shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and brother followed us-so as not to lose one of us(grin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found a nice coat for dress up---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;on sale for half price........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;warm and a nice fit...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  wanted a longer coat but &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this coat was the one that fit right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and suited my color and could be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worn with many outfits and colors-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and with Alberta weather will&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pass all seasons-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; it is  black and white hounds-tooth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and it was $49. on sale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and  suited my tiny frame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;off to pay for the coat and the lady&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;said - where is your free coat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what -????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what free coat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she says'' this sale is buy one- get one free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and she sent me back to the coats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had already tried most of them &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I knew this could get difficult now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plus I did not want to go over the 50 dollars &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as that was all I had ---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I tried to find a coat- but  no way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;could I find one in size 9 that I thought&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was a good fit....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but there was one coat in size 7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; that I had not tried on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as the other coats in size 7 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I tried were too short in the arms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I felt a nudge to try it on....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and yes, it fit just right and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was a good style again for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the color was my favorite papa &lt;em&gt;purple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;which a dark purple black &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very close to his cancer purple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and it  was longer-- almost to my knees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wow- wow &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- and the price was 49 dollars too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what a great blessing!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;before papa died we shopped together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I always got his opinion- and he&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was quite good about telling me what not to wear-- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he could see better re fit and colors for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and most often was right...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this was the first coat I had bought &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all by myself and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when I felt the nudge to try on that coat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wondered why--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then later I realized that God &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gave that nudge......to me as&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was saying me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; that He would take care of me now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the coat did not come from papa hubby &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as my Bible  tells me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; that the our loved one &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who followed Him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; are with God and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they do not see us here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that is why there are no tears in heaven -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa hubby took care of me when he was here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and that was part of his ministry as husband--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but my Bible does say that &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God will take care me-  He is &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;here for me now as husband...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Papa hubby's earthly job done....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot explain what these coats meant to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never had a dress up coat before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lots of winter coats and jackets  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lots of thrift store specials and after season sales&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and these coats were blessings too--but&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; it has always been one of my hearts desires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to have a nice coat for church etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do believe that God gave me the nudge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to tell me that papa hubby is ok and that I am ok too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as I continue to grieve I can grieve with peace  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;while&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wearing a warm coat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;either long or short---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2 dress  up coats - that fit and that &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will remind of how good God is-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and He will take care of me-------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remember that  dear papa hubby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was a good and kind husband &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;**************&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the other blessing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is that these coats do not fit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Ashley -LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so they will not be going to a hockey game(wink)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;****************&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; hugs from Meme who can now play dress up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank- you, Lord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4938372796978487408?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4938372796978487408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4938372796978487408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4938372796978487408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4938372796978487408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessing-of-coats.html' title='blessing of the coats'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4538651682996061844</id><published>2009-03-26T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:19:11.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest of the story -part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;brother Bill drove to the rescue and I made my escape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we went back to the house and had a good day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;remembering when we were kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he remembers more than I do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we are 18 months apart and the only kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;raised on the farm so we did have &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;some good memories to rake over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a nice comfort supper &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;of roast chicken and mashed potatoes- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;carrots and gravy and buns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we sat around watch tv &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and watching brother Bill snooze &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we all had a good time &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and even went to bed early for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep is so good and healing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and before I forget &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the one test was completed and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;she told that the good news&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not asthma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;or panic attacks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;or heart chest pains but&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the pain is &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the muscle below &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my throat has narrowed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and is opening in-correctly and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;this is the reason the &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;food goes slow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the air is not sufficient at times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and she reminded me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;again what not to eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and especially now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;corn- lettuce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;peanuts - certain seeds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and so on and told me to be floppy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;let my body go into relaxation &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and at bad times to get and walk around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rather than laying down -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot say the way she said floppy as &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she as an accent but it was funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go floppy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and also keep my mouth shut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;especially out side--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;because food can be come stuck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;there and cause infection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;which could be a serious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;problem- sigh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I am happy with the answers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;to part of my problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and she said the doctor will decide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;what is best to do---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;she was an intern trying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;to do a job for 2 doctors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I understand how she did or did not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;manage to finish the tests- sigh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;this is a problem we have in Canada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;no beds- not enough staffing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc etc and that is why&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;patients like me no longer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;can have these tests done in the hospital&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;correctly--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pray for our medical folks etc-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;our politicians just voted to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;give themselves a 25 percent raise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;but there is no money to fun health care &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think everything turned out ok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;considering the circumstances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I know God was there with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I look back laugh because it has funny moments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;especially me running out of there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at a fast Meme walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and tomorrow I will share my coat blessing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that happened while I was in the big city&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meme hugs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4538651682996061844?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4538651682996061844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4538651682996061844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4538651682996061844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4538651682996061844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/rest-of-story-part-two.html' title='the rest of the story -part two'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-2211908463182833506</id><published>2009-03-25T22:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:24:19.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the tale of two Memes-part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will now share my going ''to the  big city'' outing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brother Bill came for me early which was&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ok as I was ready&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we had good traveling highways and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we made good time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and he took&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;over to his house first and he and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his wife made me at home while we waited&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to leave for the appointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brother got me to the hospital on time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found my way down 3 flights to the 4th level&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then found my place of waiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not a long wait- and I was in ------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and suddenly sitting in a chair with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a stick up my nose that had freezing gel on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the end of it- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;these are the names of the tests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1.-- esophageal motility study test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.-- 24 hour pH monitoring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;both of which require having a hose stuck up &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the nose and then down into the tummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first step of the game was to shove a stick &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;up my nose to freeze it ........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then the first test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a hose circumfering a set of wires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hooked to a computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a thicker hose that I expected&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and not soft and very flexible &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;away we go-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pain - beyond description&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;up through eye into head &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;down into the ear - and side of face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the hose goes up and down into the tummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you swallow the thing inch by inch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then it stopped- the hose - that is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it would not go where it needed to go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so somehow a simple five minute (the doctor said it was simple)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;test turned into a 30 minute test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the pain was so bad that I did not have&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a mind to think- first time I have been&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;completely speechless or thoughtless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the next half hour consisted of &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swallow- don't swallow-- and then swallow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sigh- and long lasting pain did not go away &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pain-I did not know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; that we as humans &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;could hurt that bad........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ok- that is test number one done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we go to number two &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;however this hose too does not go far enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;down into my tummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I ask her if my Hiatus hernia could be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the problem--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;well - yes- it could but she does not know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;about the hernia--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meme says- well I thought the doctor who wrote &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the letter would say-something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in one word at a time as it is bad thing to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talk with a hose in your nose- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oops- let us read the letter together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;while I sit with the hose moving my whole brain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;into a new dimension------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there it is - in black and white&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hiatus hernia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sigh- this test has to be stopped--sigh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is only one thing worse than&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a hose shoved up your nose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and that is having it pulled out ------of your nose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so the test could not be done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;--sigh---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was suppose to wear the hose for &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24 hours attached to a little machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that is attached to my pants- while &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the hose stays up my nose and  in my tummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and go home and have a normal day-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(hahahahahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; it records data of what my tummy is doing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; yes--I was so happy to leave there with no hose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and machine- .......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I was able to say thank you for &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shoving that hose my nose--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I mentioned that my nose was&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting numb and my friendly hos-er&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;said --oh- we ( I only saw one of her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but she said we&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"" forgot to wait for the freezing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to take hold- some people take longer ''&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- I &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took my nose and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ran out there and I did not look back--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-----------------------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I am LOL now but not then - &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will continue the rest the story later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like tomorrow -- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;every things goes up hill after this--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a good up hill,,,,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I received many blessings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after the hosing-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-2211908463182833506?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/2211908463182833506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=2211908463182833506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2211908463182833506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2211908463182833506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/tale-of-two-memes-part-1.html' title='the tale of two Memes-part 1'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-8129237356933395109</id><published>2009-03-23T15:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:47:11.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture of Meme lost and found ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/ScgBXJboFkI/AAAAAAAAACU/LFtDXfHS-Wk/s1600-h/Meme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316500857291281986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/ScgBXJboFkI/AAAAAAAAACU/LFtDXfHS-Wk/s320/Meme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Meme before papa's cancer  and a bad hair day and I found this in Miss Ashley's camera- I am sure that I was silly enough to allow her to take it with hopes that she would delete it--LOL- I can hear myself saying ''ASHLEY!!!''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Papa's sheds in the background and some of his stuff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as he was cleaning out that day- I can almost see him out there as it was his favorite pass time to be outside- the planters are the ones we used to plant  the plastic flowers for him to look out the window last spring- they helped brighten his days-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the good news that dress is gone!!! - not often Meme is in a dress now- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-that is it for now as I am going away for 3 days - to my brothers in the big city to have medical tests done re tummy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will be back on Thursday and I fixed the comments back to non moderation- Meme has no idea how many times she can and will goof here with settings--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hugs from Canada &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-8129237356933395109?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/8129237356933395109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=8129237356933395109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8129237356933395109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8129237356933395109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-of-meme-lost-and-found.html' title='a picture of Meme lost and found ........'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/ScgBXJboFkI/AAAAAAAAACU/LFtDXfHS-Wk/s72-c/Meme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4125943751918926427</id><published>2009-03-23T14:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:24:10.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I could have blogged....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;all day yesterday about papa hubby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my heart was so filled with memories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but it was not a sad day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just day of remembering the&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;way he was&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some day I will share some of his testimony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as cancer was the  not only battle he fought &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in his life.........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he became a hero of the faith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in 1987 and he knew the joy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;of becoming a new man in Christ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found a picture or two of him &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hiding in the computer--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will share them with you as time goes by,,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;although his death is my loss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is his gain.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he had this saying before he died&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;while he was still able to have the&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;energy to speak more than a word or two&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THE TOUGH GET ICECREAM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and he did- he loved his ice-cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(he needed something to help swallow his pills)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and woe to a nurse who tried to use&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yogurt instead--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he was a quiet man but he let anyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;know that he was not eating yogurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ever---never&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so he had a standing order of ice-cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-he did not ask for much very often&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so if he asked his doctor for anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the doctor would insist that it was an''order'. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme and off you go- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for ice-cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4125943751918926427?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4125943751918926427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4125943751918926427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4125943751918926427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4125943751918926427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-could-have-blogged.html' title='I could have blogged....'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-2095195885660962205</id><published>2009-03-22T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:15:47.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>picture of poppy hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could not sleep last night due to ''restless me''&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so turned on the computer and was playing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at another site&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I found some of my pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still do not know how to put them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in to the post blog as I write here now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I did get to put a picture of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dear papa that was taking before cancer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have wanted to share him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have some others too but not sure if should &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;add them to the blog or try to fit them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;into a post&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so look to your left and you see my poppy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing what he loved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- on a Seniors outing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will share some others-later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but today I just wanted you to see&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the other half of me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-2095195885660962205?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/2095195885660962205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=2095195885660962205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2095195885660962205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2095195885660962205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-of-poppy-hubby.html' title='picture of poppy hubby'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3663949287475098902</id><published>2009-03-21T19:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:32:31.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Special Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is 8 months ago today since papa hubby went away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have made it through 2 seasons of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and although my heart is missing a piece of me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can now have good moments and days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where I can remember him with out tears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is a strange feeling to have a part of you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gone and know that you can not ask for it back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am now a widow who hangs out with the other widows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at our church and we laugh and we cry and we miss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our best friends--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we manage to learn new things and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we ask each other how to do things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we survive in spite of ourselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;------while spring cleaning today--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found this poem that arrived here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;before papa hubby went home ---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is what he would say if he were here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for but a moment --&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IN A SPECIAL LAND&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could sit beside you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would gently hold your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd comfort you and tell you of a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;a very special land.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A land with joy and laughter where &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;the angels fill the air;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;a land of such great beauty that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;the earth cannot compare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know in all your sorrow how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;you wish me back with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;though I with life beyond your thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;can give you just a view.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;So do not put your trust in men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;for mortals cannot save.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;But put your hope in Jesus Christ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;the victor of the grave. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then whether it is days or years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;until I hold your hand---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;take comfort, for the Lord and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;are in a special land--( by Carla Muir)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missing papa hubby and trusting in the Lord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;with hugs from Meme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3663949287475098902?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3663949287475098902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3663949287475098902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3663949287475098902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3663949287475098902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-special-land.html' title='In a Special Land'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-5995882273517079189</id><published>2009-03-18T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:18:17.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I heard the birds.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it is not feeling much like spring here&lt;br /&gt;if we look or feel the weather&lt;br /&gt;but I heard the birds yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and today&lt;br /&gt;they are bravely coming back&lt;br /&gt;to Alberta- the province of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;they are a little late this year&lt;br /&gt;I remember how the robins&lt;br /&gt;came last year early&lt;br /&gt;and entertained papa hubby&lt;br /&gt;as he sat in his chair&lt;br /&gt;they were a reminder to us&lt;br /&gt;that cancer cannot take away&lt;br /&gt;your hope......&lt;br /&gt;even though papa hubby&lt;br /&gt;was not healed&lt;br /&gt;he kept his hope in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and I know that the Lord&lt;br /&gt;kept His promise to papa..&lt;br /&gt;I will miss papa hubby this spring&lt;br /&gt;and I will keep my hope.......&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-5995882273517079189?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/5995882273517079189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=5995882273517079189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/5995882273517079189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/5995882273517079189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-heard-birds.html' title='I heard the birds.....'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3229835470155944867</id><published>2009-03-17T19:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:37:58.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pocket stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pocket stories is another blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I am working on where I am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;putting some of my writing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I did before papa hubby got sick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;they are lessons of life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that the Lord has taught&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;me since I became a Christian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;in 1987&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;some stories are new &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you may notice papa mentioned&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;in some of the old.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to write more before cancer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;as an encouragement to other woman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you are welcome to read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;it will take me some time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;to transfer stories over &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so it may not be a busy blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;God has taught me many lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and these are but a tiny sharing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and He is still teaching me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;as I live my life for Him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa hubby was my greatest fan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and loved to sit and watch me write&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was one of the things he said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he was looking forward when he&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;came home from the hospital &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I quit my writings for a long time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I feel it is time to share&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and write again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;feel free to read them or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;free to not read &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;this is just a reminder that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;they are there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you may share any you want too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just ask that you leave my name &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;attached - &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometimes they will say copy write on them &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I feel they belong to the Lord &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;so nothing will happen if you &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;forget who the author is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;(wink)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and hugs and here is the link&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pocketstoriesfromeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pocketstoriesfromeme.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocket Stories&lt;br /&gt;Little stories of life that have a message-fact and/or fiction- lessons of growth that God has blessed me with-the Lord teaches US each day as He blesses us in all things-lessons gifts to help us follow the Shepherd- please feel free to share but leave my name with the story- God bless everyone!! A pocket story is a short story- small enough to carry in our hearts and big enough to use again and again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggles Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3229835470155944867?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3229835470155944867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3229835470155944867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3229835470155944867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3229835470155944867'/><link rel='alternate' 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papa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as a side kick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the kids were great and it was &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nice to go &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is relatives belonging to &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Ashley- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they are kind and allow me to share&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;their life and kids too but&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;with broken marriages and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lot of steps.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Ashley has  a lot of relatives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but she has a hard time &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling that she belongs-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was so blessed one day as I saw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an old friend and she asked about &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashley - who was with me ----&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but the lady did not know she was so grown up now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and out of the blue she just said to Ashes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;''I remember how you came and went&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;every where with your papa when &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know how much he wanted you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the day you were born--''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh- how Ashley needed to hear that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;broken homes and steps and confusion-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she has always had the &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;daisy love- they love me- they love me not-sigh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and to know that she was wanted by her papa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;of course. we always told her that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;many times  but&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to hear it from someone she did not know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pray for all the babies- big and little&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that have to live broken lives &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that some one will tell them how much they &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are wanted from the day they were born&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so glad the Lord gave her life &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we were able to be in her life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pray for her- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she misses her papa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; but holds her cards close to her heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pray for her family - &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-5532423549564618297?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/5532423549564618297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=5532423549564618297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/5532423549564618297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/5532423549564618297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking-out-loud.html' title='thinking out loud---'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3343380591623711362</id><published>2009-03-15T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:35:18.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme is off ......and foolish too</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a sick day here but I did do the dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and also 2 loads of laundry- one in the dryer but not feeling up to going out to get it now-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; my dryer is in the cold old porch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; happy sigh--though as I remember the days of no dryer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;= I am camping out in my bed -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; with some tv and reading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I be back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and oh yes-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Meme must confess being foolish-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; there is big fire down town about 5 blocks away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and I walked down to see what is ....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-the one side of the street is burning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and all old connected buildings- so we are losing some of our history&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I should not have gone out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; as it is below freezing here &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I am sick and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; also the smoke set my cough off-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some times Meme gets into foolish things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and this was one of them-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; when I hear about the fire damage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I will let you know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pray for our town and Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; hugs from Meme &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3343380591623711362?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3343380591623711362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3343380591623711362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3343380591623711362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3343380591623711362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/meme-is-off-and-foolish-too.html' title='Meme is off ......and foolish too'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3418043030454963358</id><published>2009-03-11T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:06:27.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>your gray hair is showing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;when Miss Ashley was sick and I took her to the doctor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she needed a prescription  which meant we had to stop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at the drugstore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we were told we had about a 20 minute wait &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;which meant to me 20 minutes of wandering or is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that wondering?-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really  for me it was both&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as we had time to walk around and I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had no idea how much the prescription would &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cost &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and to Miss Ashley  it meant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20 minutes of shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;now she is a needy needy  hinter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hmm- I need new eye liner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or shampoo or/and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; cheezies for dinner or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; you know the story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;of needy grand girls....especially&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in a store  where make up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is sold-- but&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alas Meme is past the stage of falling for hints&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so we were both just wandering/wondering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; the isles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;window shopping and we went past the &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hair dye and I hear the voice behind me say&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;''Oma, we need hair dye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your gray hair is showing''!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;now Miss Ashley is difficult to dis-own &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I had to be the only Oma in the store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that day-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried not to laugh -- but it was the serious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tone of her voice that made me crack...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alas- Meme was not ready to hide her silver that &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is hidden , I hope and pretend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; among her  gold. --&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I will but another day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like a pay day that does not require prescriptions =&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got off blessed that day as we only got &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one pretty pink hairbrush re breast cancer  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the prescription&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I may have bought the hairbrush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;out of guilt of trying to pretend I did not &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;know her--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;huggles from Meme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;************&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3418043030454963358?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3418043030454963358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3418043030454963358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>brrrrrrrrr-</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is a cold winter night here in Alberta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;about minus 30 with a light wind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nights like this I miss papa hubby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never feel quite safe on a cold night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;with the furnace running off and on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so often &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remember mama sitting up all night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;on cold winter nights as we only&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have the wood kitchen stove and the&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;little wood stove in the living room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no stoves in the bed rooms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she sat up to keep the fires burning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and there was also the need to &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch for chimney fires &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we never froze but there would&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be lots of frost on the windows &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time change too which means I &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am still awake but really should&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be in bed........it takes me about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a week to get back in gear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; it makes no difference &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to farming as farmers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go by the dew on the grass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as soon as it started drying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was when daddy went to the fields&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but it is the way it is- so&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to reset my mind and body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a good week---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reach out and hug some one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;freezing hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-1305757206082537183?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/1305757206082537183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=1305757206082537183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1305757206082537183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1305757206082537183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/brrrrrrrrr.html' title='brrrrrrrrr-'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-1711872945345478530</id><published>2009-03-08T20:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:51:16.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and the new letter is............</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the new letter is,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;it is time to talk about the letter F-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; my first F is for my/our heavenly Father who loved us so much that He gave his only son that we might have eternal life if we believe-- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- freedom to believe with out the fear of death in our country-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forever is what eternal life is= no end &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-frogs- papa hubby had a small stuffed frog with him in the hospital and it was so colorful and the nurses would ask him and he could tell them that frog means to FULLY RELY ON GOD &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-figs- I love figs and could eat them all day - daddy used to buy us figs as a treat when he could---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-fields that grow our crops that give us so many healthy foods and even our daily bread.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; -friends- what a wonderful thing it is to have a friend- and even unseen friends now because of the net- friends are blessings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;--family ---we all need family- some one to call our own-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; -fiddles- they make such wonderful music and I remember when I was a kid and we always had some one to play the fiddle to cheer the evening on-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; -first= there are so many firsts in our life that give us joy- right now I am living through many firsts that bring me joy in my sorrow- and sorrow in my joy and yet- they are all blessings to me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-forgiveness which we all need and we all must give-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; -fun - we can have fun too in our sorrow and our joy=l &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-there are so many F blessings that I have ran out of time and room to list them- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- take time today to thank our Father who is in heaven who has blessed  us-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; -take time to fellowship with friends and family and forgive those who have bothered you and free them from your bitterness .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; have a faultless week and remember that in Him you can be forgiven &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friendly hugs from Meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-1711872945345478530?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/1711872945345478530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-6677770963613610265</id><published>2009-03-07T19:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:34:24.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Miss Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;today Miss Ashley turned 19&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what a wonderful day as I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remember her birth day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was much warmer than our day &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was here today--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we were so excited&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we were allowed to go into&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the birth room with her mommy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they set it up for papa hubby to be there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very private for mom and yet  he could&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be there &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to see what God had done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; **papa hubby went home with the angels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in the same room &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that Tammy, (mommy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;labored to give birth to &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Ashley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she had a easy labour and we&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;were able to be with her from &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the beginning to the end==&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa was a better coach than Oma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oma was a basket case--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashley was a wonder baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and lived at our house for 5 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and returned to us last spring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when papa hubby was so sick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she was wonderful to him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and was a gentle nurse grand-daughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she could hear better than me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;during the night and would be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flying by Oma like an angel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if she heard an odd sound &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;from Papa's room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;today is bittersweet &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we both had a smile and a tear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;about papa hubby not being here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this year - I found her some gifts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but it was harder shopping alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as papa always had good imput&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and was more willing to over-spend(wink)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Birthday, Miss Ashley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- hugs from Oma  aka Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6677770963613610265?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6677770963613610265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6677770963613610265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6677770963613610265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6677770963613610265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-miss-ashley.html' title='Happy Birthday, Miss Ashley'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-1106632164121628073</id><published>2009-03-05T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:46:29.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold feet---</title><content type='html'>brrrrrrrrrrrrr- it is cold outside&lt;br /&gt;we got our snow storm&lt;br /&gt;with wind and snow and cold&lt;br /&gt;walked down to the church &lt;br /&gt;and some of the drifts were higher than my boots&lt;br /&gt;and my boots are high-&lt;br /&gt;and heavy but warm&lt;br /&gt;papa hubby insisted that I get these boots&lt;br /&gt;before he went to the hospital the first time&lt;br /&gt;he was worried about me having to walk&lt;br /&gt;although he would never have let me&lt;br /&gt;walk any where and never in this&lt;br /&gt;kind of weather&lt;br /&gt;but he knew best in his heart..........&lt;br /&gt;it is a blessing that God laid the boots&lt;br /&gt;on his heart as we did not even know&lt;br /&gt;of the cancer the day I bought them&lt;br /&gt;I bought them to keep his heart happy&lt;br /&gt;and now they keep my feet warm&lt;br /&gt;I have getting tough now as the cold&lt;br /&gt;does not bother me much&lt;br /&gt; I just bundle up and head out&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to spring&lt;br /&gt;coming this year as it has been&lt;br /&gt;a long cold winter&lt;br /&gt;but the same God who sent the snow&lt;br /&gt;will melt the snow for our summer crops&lt;br /&gt;Meme is off to find her hot rice socks&lt;br /&gt;to warm her feet&lt;br /&gt;warm hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-1106632164121628073?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4598813918064826017</id><published>2009-03-03T19:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:27:37.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why ''papa''?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;so many have asked me why I call my dear husband ''papa''&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and or papa hubby (David)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it started over 20 years ago at the birth of our first grandchild&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we are not even sure who started the name but &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the name soon fit.......papa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then when&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  our one grand-daughter lived here from birth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;until the age of 5  we all, referred to him as Papa &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in our everyday talking,,,,.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when papa David was on his cancer journey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent most of my time with him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and also he was used to me calling him &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa- as the grand-kids were often here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had my own pet name for him which was &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;POPPY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but now that he is gone I want to keep that &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;POPPY &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for me and him- as it was our special name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but now back to rest of the story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when papa needed help to get up and down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(he could not lift himself out of his chair)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would direct him where to hang on to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(he asked me to tell him so that he did not hurt me) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and one day I said ''David, put your arm around me''&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and he said- please, call me papa = because I like the way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you say it as I can hear the love in your voice and then I &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't feel like you are my nurse- then I feel like you are &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my wife.''--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never called him David again except to the nurses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as this was so important to him to be called ''papa or 'POPPY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he did not want his family to call him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anything else although he let his brother call him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brother David--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and he always would stop the nurses and ask them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to call him David rather than mister piesse (pro-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nounced  peace)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cancer and the chemo and the medicines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; took so much of him away and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he had so little control of what was&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happening in his life to him and around him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I was happy to see him tell us &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what he wanted to be called by= &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so for me now he will always be ''papa David'' or &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;''papa hubby-""&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;---and in my heart POPPY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- and that is our story &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4598813918064826017?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4598813918064826017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4598813918064826017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4598813918064826017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4598813918064826017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-papa.html' title='why &apos;&apos;papa&apos;&apos;?'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-6713311728456671094</id><published>2009-03-02T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:07:30.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meme had a moment and posted this on the wrong blog and now I do not have the heart to move it--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so here is where I should be &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new month and a new week&lt;br /&gt;and spring is coming&lt;br /&gt;today was a good weather day&lt;br /&gt;but weather man is teasing us&lt;br /&gt;about snow tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;papa hubby went home on a Monday&lt;br /&gt;but I still enjoy Mondays- he was a monday&lt;br /&gt;kind of guy.........we never had a blue Monday&lt;br /&gt;I like every day of the week and&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful we have 7 days to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;some thing new every day&lt;br /&gt;today was bill paying day and I&lt;br /&gt;had enough to keep the house&lt;br /&gt;going one more month and then&lt;br /&gt;I trust the Lord for the next month-&lt;br /&gt;today is our robyn's 14th birthday&lt;br /&gt;and I can remember what we were doing&lt;br /&gt;the day she was born&lt;br /&gt;waiting with her dad who was waiting&lt;br /&gt;for her to come join us as a family member&lt;br /&gt;she was cute as a button and still is&lt;br /&gt;made her a nice dinner yesterday and all she&lt;br /&gt;wanted was her mashed potatoes- she lives&lt;br /&gt;for mashed potatoes- yes, her dad is Irish&lt;br /&gt;and yes, I let her eat mashed potatoes to her&lt;br /&gt;hearts content........it is her first birthday with&lt;br /&gt;out her papa so she is feeling some blues&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to know how papa will know her (?)&lt;br /&gt;but Miss Ashley told her that papa will still know&lt;br /&gt;her when she leaves this earth as a wrinked old lady&lt;br /&gt;some times kids word things just a way that&lt;br /&gt;makes you want to laugh-- sigh-&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for the kids to understand&lt;br /&gt;change as they want&lt;br /&gt;papa to know them&lt;br /&gt;we forget that kids see things differently&lt;br /&gt;at times than we do.....&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;update on Jordan- the man posed as a policeman&lt;br /&gt;with flashing blue lights and a uniform and a gun&lt;br /&gt;and now we are all stunned that this&lt;br /&gt;could happen in our little town - and area&lt;br /&gt;we continue to pray for her&lt;br /&gt;huggles from Meme is going to make a left over supper&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6713311728456671094?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6713311728456671094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6713311728456671094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6713311728456671094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6713311728456671094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3474890175149781023</id><published>2009-02-27T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:58:33.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eeks-- it is letter time again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;EEKS-- IT IS LETTER TIME AGAIN AND TODAY UNDER THE E&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eggs- one of the neatest foods around- there are whole cook books dedicated to eggs- we can eat them any time of the day and we can bake almost anything if we add an egg I like eggs and as kids we had them many times because all farms in our area had chickens-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; E is for everyone who travelled the cancer journey with papa and me- we could not have done it alone and now E is for everyone who is walking with me as a widow- I could not walk alone- you reached out and touched our hearts-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E is for emails including comments on my blog- these notes are a blessing each day- I am a true email grannie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; E is for echos- which is what grannies do when they repeat themselves- Miss Ashley says that I am echoing again-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; E is easy does it- daddy often told us kids that when it was time to settle down - I don't remember him ever yelling at us--easy does it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; wow- I am not into a lot of E- but my favorite eee word would be ''EATING''- oatmeal raisin cookies - almost a balanced meal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; which reminds me that papa used to say that a balanced meal is a cookie in each hand- he always took 2 cookies- never just one and never more than two--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; good night and have an electric sleep - &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e-huggles from Meme&lt;br /&gt;HUGGLES FROM MEME&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3474890175149781023?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3474890175149781023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3474890175149781023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3474890175149781023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3474890175149781023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/eeks-it-is-letter-time-again.html' title='eeks-- it is letter time again.....'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7430903673809739493</id><published>2009-02-26T23:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:41:56.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers for papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;spring comes late here or at least nights with no frost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we generally plant our gardens after May 15&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;last year as papa hubby got weaker and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finally  he could only walk out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; on to the balcony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  wanted to brighten the corner where he was&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but it was too early for bedding plants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I did not have time to go anywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to find bedding plants already in flower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nor could I even bring the planters in at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to keep them from freezing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and I could not leave dear papa alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; so I could walk to our local stores&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I decided to do plastic flowers and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a ride to our local dollar store and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Ashley stayed home with papa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I bought flowers in many colors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and Ashley got the scissors and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we planted the flowers for papa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loved them- we had every color of the rainbow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we were able to fill our planters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;with joyful plastic flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this was one of our miracles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that God blessed us with----&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the flowers are still there in the planters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we have been blessed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; with colors all winter long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-I remember the day our doctor cried&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because I wanted to take papa on a trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not long, not far but some where&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the doctor said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take him to his balcony and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;let him hear the birds sing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bring the grass to him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and let him feel the earth one more time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then the doctor &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;told us how sorry he was not to be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;able to help papa go past our balcony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thank God for plastic flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then God sent us two birds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa made a lot of birdhouses &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and feeders but for the first &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time a mama bird came and made &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a nest in one of papa's houses &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we would sit very quiet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as she bird and he bird&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;would sing love songs to each other&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the grass grew green &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was wonderful taking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trips out to the balcony with papa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was a wonderful spring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;filled with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blessings and miracles &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7430903673809739493?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/7430903673809739493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=7430903673809739493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7430903673809739493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7430903673809739493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/flowers-for-papa.html' title='flowers for papa'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-9154487100538278969</id><published>2009-02-26T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:39:43.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lent and me</title><content type='html'>we never did lent at the churches I attended and it&lt;br /&gt;is still hard for me to understand&lt;br /&gt;I did decide to give up chocolate&lt;br /&gt;but some how this seemed rather a semi choice&lt;br /&gt;as I cannot eat chocolate often due&lt;br /&gt;to my h.hernia and ulcers&lt;br /&gt;so I just did not think this was&lt;br /&gt;really a lent choice that was a gift to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;but last night I was&lt;br /&gt;looking through my books to find&lt;br /&gt;somethiing to ponder on&lt;br /&gt;and I found my book&lt;br /&gt;on 40 days to a more grateful heart&lt;br /&gt;and I knew that was what God wanted from me&lt;br /&gt;so although I will stick with the chocolate&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do this book as it is also&lt;br /&gt;a study book&lt;br /&gt;I will share some things now and then&lt;br /&gt;that the Lord is teaching me&lt;br /&gt;one thing that grief and depression takes from us&lt;br /&gt;is our grateful hearts as we tend&lt;br /&gt;to focus on what we lost rather than what&lt;br /&gt;is happening day to day now&lt;br /&gt;I know longer think of papa hubby as someone I lost&lt;br /&gt;as I know where he is..&lt;br /&gt;yes, I miss him and yes, my grief remains&lt;br /&gt;but now I want to find the joy that&lt;br /&gt;is in my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will share as often as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;Meme aka Oma (papa's wife)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-9154487100538278969?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/9154487100538278969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=9154487100538278969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/9154487100538278969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/9154487100538278969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/lent-and-me.html' title='lent and me'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-5761583815200778426</id><published>2009-02-25T23:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:45:03.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winning wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;at our local grocery store they have one day a month that they call WINNING WEDNESDAY and I thought what a way to have our Wednesdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so this is my winning Wednesday :quite cold and snowy -- but the wind was not to brutal and the sun was shining so that helped to make it a bright and a merry weather day-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took Miss Ashley to the doctor as she has had the fever and the cough for 3 days and even though she is 18 Meme felt the doctor would know best--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; she has infection in her bronchial tubes and the beginning of bronchitis ( bad spelling) so she has medicine to take- the good news is he gave us a prescription that we could afford- it is an old stand by which has worked for years before they came out with the new meds- our budget is not ready for sick days &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I am so glad I took her- please pray for her -- the doctor also checked out Meme and I have plursey (bad spelling again) and he put me on the medicine too - he said we share the same house and same germs--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; did the church chores and walked both ways so I had my walk today-- we did not do a lot today as Miss Ashley was feeling so off the chart- have a wonder night and I shall go play nurse good night and God bless you- and hugs from Meme who has a Miss Ashley tale to write soon- I think I should write a book called the ''things that Miss Ashley does and or says--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a manna thought:   God's kindness is ever around you,  always ready to freely impart strength to your faltering spirit, and cheer to your lonely heart-(author unknown)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggles from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-5761583815200778426?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/5761583815200778426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=5761583815200778426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new week and a cold day with some snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is the wind that sneaks the cold into this old house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was thinking of all the lovely comments and friends &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I have made here in blogland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is healing for me to write and a blessing to receive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comfort and prayers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there are many things in this life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that we do not understand...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but we can trust &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's love and will&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you are each a flower in God's garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and you have made my life sweeter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to follow blogs.....and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;although I can only peek in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;about once a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always find blessings to read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because each of you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;add a little sunshine-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happy blogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and huggles from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-727806767186950243?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/727806767186950243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=727806767186950243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/727806767186950243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/727806767186950243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3263905085033272364</id><published>2009-02-22T22:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:58:47.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last kiss....a joy in sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was sitting here remembering our last kiss- papa hubby was very weak and quiet but would move his head slightly when I spoke- I let him rest   in the morning as I knew  his strength was gone-he was not in pain and his breathing was quiet and he did not have to struggle......he spoke no words except with his hand---we were both weary as I had stayed with him all night and God gave me the desire of my heart to be with him when he left this world...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God gave David Papa the desires of his heart also&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when he knew that the cancer was terminal and that his miracle would be going home to his Lord = he said that he just wanted to be here and then not be here - just a quiet exit-he was a very quiet man .....and left us at 1:15 in the afternoon with his favorite cooking show on the food channel- after the cancer took his strength and some of his thinking he fell in love with the food channel - he said it was easy for him to watch someone cooking and just one person talking- this is a funny side story to his journey but before he had to go to hospital for his last time he had the tv on for 2 weeks straight and on the cooking channel- he would doze off and wake up and it was a comfort for him- one time the grand kids thought he was sleeping and switched channels- he opened his eyes and told them to put the tv back his Iron Chef- we all laughed as there was not way papa was giving up his cooking--I slept on the couch and learned that I can sleep with the tv on--we were in the same room as I set out living room up as a hospice so he could remain home a long as possible-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we had the whole morning to ourselves other than the doctor coming in once and a nurse came to at noon help me put drops in his eyes as they were so dry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was going to run home and change and come right back so I gave him his kiss and told where I was going-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he could not move much except for his checks would pucker in when I kissed him- just a tiny pucker but I knew he was kissing me too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got ready to leave and then went back to kiss him again but there was no pucker because the angels came while I was putting on my coat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he had a precious peaceful death and I remember how happy he looked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he just looked like all the cares of this world have been lifted of his shoulders which of course -is it what happened- Jesus took his burdens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Ashley told me the other that she does not miss papa all the time now because she knows where he is.......and that she knows that some day she will see her papa again-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she is glad that we spent the last morning alone but together - she is a brave girl and I know that the Lord is her comfort because her papa meant everything to her- they were special friends --&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know that God gave us those last hours together just to hold hands and say '' see you later, friend-  we never said good-bye because we did not feel his death was   an  ending----------but a beginning for both us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when I see papa hubby again - he will be walking, and talking, and seeing, and hearing, and although there is no marriage in heaven I know that he will be waiting for me at the Eastern gate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he knew that he was loved and I knew that I was loved and really that is all anyone needs to know......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know where he is........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometimes I have good moments now- I see in him in pictures in my mind...but some times it is hard to hear his voice but I can remember the words he said.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can hear him tell me'''that every thing is going to be alright-"" and I am starting to believe that in the grief  ''every thing is going to be alright.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggles from Meme &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3263905085033272364?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3263905085033272364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3263905085033272364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3263905085033272364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3263905085033272364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-kissa-joy-in-sorrow.html' title='the last kiss....a joy in sorrow'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3611211955081011235</id><published>2009-02-19T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:09:31.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished the corner.......:-)</title><content type='html'>I finished dear papa hubby's corner today- dusted and cleaned -sorted and tossed- kept and gave--it is nice to be done- this was his corner and I did not go there.........&lt;br /&gt;it was his little corner of his world- and he kept it as he wanted.....&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone should have a little special part of the home that is just their space -he cleaned out every Christmas day-&lt;br /&gt; but in 2007 he was already in the hospital and had no strength to do it when he came home 51 days later and in 2008 he was gone with the angels-&lt;br /&gt;so it was memories covered in dust&lt;br /&gt; I fixed the top shelf in memory of him and some of his special things - and then his keeper books are the second-&lt;br /&gt; and now I will just use the other shelves for this and that of his and mine-&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ashley says that it looks nice and papa would have approved- this was the hardest area because it was so personal-&lt;br /&gt;as Ashley said'' he has lots of corners in heaven and has no need of a personal space here now-and because he was such a social fellow I sure he is busy singing with the angels -&lt;br /&gt; I feel much better- being all done.......and we (the gal and I) both decided that we will dust it every Christmas day as a memory of tradition-&lt;br /&gt;huggles - from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3611211955081011235?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4918604409667914691</id><published>2009-02-18T22:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:38:07.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sharing simple treasures</title><content type='html'>I am sharing this both blogs tonight because life is really about the little treasures that come to us-&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I am in a place where I have to make decisions about the things of papa hubby's I am noticing that it is the simple things he had that I find are treasures- what was his was mine and what was mine was his but we all some things that are just a part who we are--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a small list..&lt;br /&gt;1. his small plainer ( hope that is correct spelling) that he used when he was making the diamond willow walking sticks and canes-- it is now a paper weight-( he made the canes and sticks and sold them at the farmer's market)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. his belt buckle that he bought shortly after accepting Christ as Lord in his life- it says - Praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. he had 2 soup mugs that he used in the last months at home as they were easier for him to use- and he loved chicken noodle soup for breakfast and dinner and supper- he called it his ''special''-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a small dog blanket that he bought for Dogman but we used it to put under his arm that had the pic-line in - Dogman had no problem sharing -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pic- pockets that the chemo nurses gave- they covered the pic-line when it was not being used for chemo and helped keep the ports from poking his arm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin hammers- he found these short hammers at the hard-ward and bought one for me and one for him - for just using in the house- a hammer for mama and one for papa too&lt;br /&gt;his little bottle of opal that he kept with water in it and loved to show the colors to his friends-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His special cane that he made for himself - and used so much on his cancer journey-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his special forks- he was ocd about his forks- he just loved to use them and we did have 6 so we were able to keep him fed- they have a shorter handle than a normal fork -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his bent spoons- when ever we had soup( before cancer) he always would bend the spoon so we have a lot of spoons with bends in them as he would bend it back to normal when supper was over- and no - it was that the soup was like cement--LOL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his stuffed frog that he kept with at the hospital because when the nurses woud ask him about the frog he could tell them that it stood for ''FULLY RELY ON GOD -sometimes he got the word rely mixed with relax or reach but it was a seed planter no matter what word he used- I have to admit that the frog is ugly but he fit papa's personality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- these are some of the things of papa- there of course is so much more and I will share with kids etc but these odds and ends will remain with me-&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4918604409667914691?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4918604409667914691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4918604409667914691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/4918604409667914691'/><link rel='self' 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grandmother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a grandmother raising Miss Ashley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had the honor of watching her  born &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the hospital  room that her mother labored in--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is the room her dear papa was in - when the angels came&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;life and death in a room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa hubby recorded her heart beat before her birth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we found the tape which is now nearly 19 years old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but we are worried about using it with out getting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some way to record again at the same time just &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in case the tape breaks- from age-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Ashley is in love.......engaged to the boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who is a friend and will have her wedding day in 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;on papa hubby and my anniversary date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this is such an honor to me and the memory of papa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;papa would be going to the moon with joy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and he would take me with him-LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she lives with me as that is the way it has to be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the issues of why are too complex to share&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am old and tired but I also know that our/mine &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mission is to teach this child/woman to be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a woman of God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she is learning.......... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think all grandmas are missionaries &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is so much in this world that is already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teaching our next generations that bad is good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that we must stand with our grandchildren......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how things turn out is in God's hands and I &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am glad He is using me to touch one life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;--------------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggles from Meme who maybe feels older than she is--(grin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6109474645175721019?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6109474645175721019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6109474645175721019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6109474645175721019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6109474645175721019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/missionary-grandma.html' title='Missionary grandma'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-2516616472919659082</id><published>2009-02-16T21:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:11:05.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAPA'S NOTE BOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have started to clean out papa's corner= he had a space by his chair which was a book case but he kept many odds and ends there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is growing too many dust bunnies now and it is  time clear and clean &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his area and renew the space - &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was always his space and for some reason he only cleaned it out on &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas day--LOL- because he used the area often,  the dust did not have time to grow there..........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found one of his notebooks where he had written down all the words that Jesus spoke- he had the verses etc- from Matthew, Mark, Luke and John- he dated the pages as he copied them and it was precious to see how much time he spent copying out the spoken words of Jesus-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He did not read well so this was an adventure of love for him to do-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- He now can hear the words spoken by Jesus and so I will tuck his dear note book in the garage for now- I find that some memories I must pack away but I was blessed to night to see this one......note book of love..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to pack up a lot of his things for now and store them away until I can make practical decisions- I will keep a few things out but I do not think it is good for me to hang on to his things of this world......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was a precious gentle-men.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;huggles from Meme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-2516616472919659082?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/2516616472919659082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=2516616472919659082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2516616472919659082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2516616472919659082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/papas-note-book.html' title='PAPA&apos;S NOTE BOOK'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-1482019286150917245</id><published>2009-02-16T20:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:52:40.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOMEONE SENT ME THIS POEM TODAY AND I THINK I WILL POST IT HERE TO BLESS EACH OF YOU--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jesus Is My Everything&lt;br /&gt; He is my Song that I sing&lt;br /&gt;He is the Joy that a new day brings&lt;br /&gt;He is my Strength when I am weak&lt;br /&gt;He is my Voice when I speak&lt;br /&gt;He is my Friend when I need a hug&lt;br /&gt;He is my Lover, when I need real love&lt;br /&gt;He is the Lawyer who pleads my case&lt;br /&gt;He is the only Righteous Judge who forgives me,&lt;br /&gt; then all me sins He erases&lt;br /&gt;He is the Doctor who heals my wounds&lt;br /&gt;He is my Redeemer, and He's coming back soon&lt;br /&gt;He is my Comforter when I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;He is my Angel that is ever-present,&lt;br /&gt; always around&lt;br /&gt;He is my Provider always supplying&lt;br /&gt;when I need help&lt;br /&gt;He is my Water, my Bread,&lt;br /&gt;stored up on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;He is my Teacher,&lt;br /&gt;who shows me what to do&lt;br /&gt;He is my Encourager,&lt;br /&gt; when I really don't want to do..&lt;br /&gt;He is that Fire burning deep down in my soul&lt;br /&gt;He is my Fortune-teller,&lt;br /&gt; for in His hands,&lt;br /&gt; my future He holds&lt;br /&gt;He is the Repairman who comes to fix my stuff&lt;br /&gt;He is the Everlasting Father,&lt;br /&gt; who is more than enough&lt;br /&gt;He is the Prince of Peace, yes a Peacemaker is He&lt;br /&gt;He is my Eyes, my Light, my Pathway,&lt;br /&gt;when I can't see&lt;br /&gt;He is my Mighty Counselor when I need some advice&lt;br /&gt;He is my Debt Consolidator,&lt;br /&gt; for He paid the ultimate price&lt;br /&gt;He is my Hope for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;He is my Everflowing Income,&lt;br /&gt; so I don't have to beg, steal, nor borrow&lt;br /&gt;He is the Mercy&lt;br /&gt;which He renews for me everyday&lt;br /&gt;He is my Truth, my Life, the Only Way&lt;br /&gt;He is the Warden,&lt;br /&gt; who unlocks the chains and sets me free&lt;br /&gt;He is my Role Model,&lt;br /&gt; for I always look up to Thee&lt;br /&gt;He is the Author, the Finisher of my faith&lt;br /&gt;He is the Patience&lt;br /&gt;that always tells me to wait&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my Everything,&lt;br /&gt;although with my natural eyes,&lt;br /&gt; Him, I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my Everything.&lt;br /&gt;(Author Unknown)&lt;br /&gt;HUGGLES AND BLESSINGS AND REMEMBER THAT JESUS LOVES YOU&lt;br /&gt;HUGGLES FROM MEME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-1482019286150917245?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/1482019286150917245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=1482019286150917245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1482019286150917245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/1482019286150917245'/><link rel='alternate' 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cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she can cook but she is still heavy of the ''fat foods'' which even on a &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good day can be bad for her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decided to make some homemade chicken soup but in a quick way as &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my thoughts came too late to do the old fashioned kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so here is the story which is a recipe of sorts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*******************************&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 small frozen chicken breasts- partly thawed in microwave- it is easier to cut partly frozen - then I  cut into mini bites- and then just soaked for a few minutes in cold water- heat my favorite soup pot and add 1 (only one) tablespoon oil and as soon as  the oil was hot - popped the drained chicken pieces in- it is good to drain first because the chicken browns faster and also no splash feed back-as a rule I would have used other chicken parts but this was what we had and today I was looking for near fat free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mean while I got carrots and celery ready and sliced on the mandolin( I think that is close to the spelling) and the name - makes the slices very thin-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as soon as the chicken was brown I added the veggies and let then brown just a tiny bit- kind of what Martha Stewart taught me--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;according to Miss Martha this gives the flavors added flavoring bonus ?? to the soup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then added 4 cups of water and also the chicken flavoring from the chicken noodle soup package_ (not the canned) I saved the noodles for another day as they would be mush while the veggies cooked- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sliced potatoes and added to the soup and just let simmer until all was done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no added salt but some pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can really put anything you choose in the soup once you start the chicken- remember that onions are hard and gassier on a sick tummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could have added other veggies but wanted to stay with something plain and simple today-better for wayward tummies -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was great and we both enjoyed the soup and there is leftovers for tomorrow - I may add the noodles tomorrow as I can cook them separate before I reheat the soup-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-----------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made this soup  often for papa hubby on his cancer journey as it was easy on his tummy and he loved it- salt was no longer an issue for him - so I made what ever he liked and could tolerate- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it also remind me of our home cooking on the farm- most of our meals were plain and simple- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pray the our younger generations will be able to learn to make meals that are healthy - economical and good- with the recession I see hard times coming for many who just do not know the simple ways to cook-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I noticed in our grocery store that it is cheaper to buy a whole cooked chicken than a whole frozen chicken-  and I hardly ever seen a whole fresh chicken there- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meme is off to do the dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggles from me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6583627357918755124?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6583627357918755124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6583627357918755124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6583627357918755124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6583627357918755124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-soup-homemade.html' title='love soup--homemade'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3574536811471897119</id><published>2009-02-14T22:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:18:30.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;today was hard because papa hubby always got me a valentine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do have some of them stored away &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a valentine card for him to put with his picture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is so quiet here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and not a thing happening in town other than things that I do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not go too- or do.........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the love -birds have gone out-although male love bird is not too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;popular because he forgot that today was valentines and his valentine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw red--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I walked down and bought Miss Ashley some flowers- not real ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;due to our weather as they would have turned black- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but she was tickled pink to get my flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they have little faces on them- happy smiles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and are purple and blue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dogman and I am now home alone sneaking snacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sigh- but they have to be with no salt as he has a &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kidney stone problem and very few can fall to the ground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is not easy to sneak snacks with out his ears perking up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it reminded of papa and I -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some times  we would eat our snacks behind closed doors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as our hearts hated to say ''no'' &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sure that there are times when it hurts &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God to say ''no'' but he knows that it is a better answer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know that He took papa hubby home because &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was the better answer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I just don't feel the answer yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huggs from Meme and Dogman wags &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3574536811471897119?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3574536811471897119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3574536811471897119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3574536811471897119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3574536811471897119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-valentine.html' title='missing valentine'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-826351939307935126</id><published>2009-02-10T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:36:55.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme's Mind Day...........</title><content type='html'>I share the note below because I need to be fair with you and honest&lt;br /&gt;that I am broken...........and now that I know that - I did not notice before perhaps&lt;br /&gt;because I was trying not to be.....-- I am taking some&lt;br /&gt;steps to recovery of my mind and heart and soul-&lt;br /&gt;as a Christian- I felt it was wrong to be broken and&lt;br /&gt;because of that I have been in hiding. my hurting spirit........it is not just the grief of losing papa hubby but also losing so&lt;br /&gt;many of the family members who have on their own have decided to not allow me to stay in&lt;br /&gt;their life due to my/our christian walk- this is not a new thing as that was how it was before the cancer,  but when papa was on his cancer journey&lt;br /&gt;they did all return to him - which was a blessing and I thought they would stay.........after his death=&lt;br /&gt;thankfully at papa's sevice he had a salvation message at his request and the pastor did tell them that he was preaching a prayer of papa's-- John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could call this a forward to my note-  hugs Meme&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out today for coffee with some lady friendsand then stopped at the seniors day at my church-it was nice and I did okI did become exhausted after 3 hours total in being out and did feel panic at the end of the time -this was a good thing for me - it did help me and my mindI came home and finally had to have a napI napped for a hour and now I am upmy am feeling rather sad but I am still glad I went out-it is very hard for me to go out with out either taking papa hubby or coming home to him- I need to do this more and I will try too as I am very lonely...so one small step for Meme&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-826351939307935126?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/826351939307935126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=826351939307935126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/826351939307935126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/826351939307935126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/memes-mind-day.html' title='Meme&apos;s Mind Day...........'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-3240442420443974462</id><published>2009-02-09T20:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:22:41.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it is all about '' D''...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; it is time to talk about the letter ''d ''in my life...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;of course- my first D would be for David - the number one D in my life- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as you know so much of my David Dee  I won't repeat it in this blog note&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because I feel like you already know him :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;another D is Dogman - the dog who came to our house to say- he is 12 plus years now and still manage the household quite well--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D is for my two daughters - 40 and 36 who live close by and have blessed me with 6 grand kids- the daughter names are Bonita and Tammy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D would have to be for doughnuts which is one of my favorite meals- oops- I mean snacks---all the better if they are chocolate coated--but no sprinkles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not sure if there are any ''dee'' fruits but if there is I do not eat them but I can still use ''d'' for dinner- when I grew up dinner was at noon and then our evening meal was supper- there are some folks who have lunch at noon and then dinner at supper time- I still have dinner at noon..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;''d''is for dime- when I was a kid we had dime savors from the back where we would save all the dimes we managed to beg off our grandpa or daddy-when had 5 dollars we took to the back and could our own savings account &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh and I remember the dixie cups that had ice cream in them- in the summer we could go to town with mom and dad and a dime would buy a dixie cup- we would sit on the side walk out side the little grocery store and eat - those were the days...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot think anymore ''d'' in my life except to the ''days of my life that the Lord has blessed me with''&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;day by day He is the shepherd......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-3240442420443974462?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/3240442420443974462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=3240442420443974462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3240442420443974462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/3240442420443974462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-all-about-d.html' title='it is all about &apos;&apos; D&apos;&apos;...........'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-7141970287224751348</id><published>2009-02-08T21:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:02:49.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALKING TODAY with CONCERN</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am feeling better re cold which also helps me feel better emotionally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spoke on msn to David's eldest daughter- age 48- for the first time since papa's service- we are not estranged but she has severe addiction problems which keeps her away- sigh- she started to cry and had to leave THE Computer but her youngest daughter talked to me- I told her/them how much papa did love them - she does not have access to the msn often but was using it at some one's house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought that was important for them to have that message in their hearts so that if the addictions get too strong she/they have some thing to cling too- I would not want them to die with out that knowledge and I do fear for their lives - sigh- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all of the step children have severe addictions and when they are on..........they do not talk to me until they decide to try and go off.........again but this is very hard for them unless they have rehab.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have told them all that they cannot come here until their addictions are under control 100% because when they are not under control these kids can be dangerous and this was also papa's rule-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they are all older-  50- 48 and 46&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they do get angry at me part of the time because I will not take them in......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they live far enough away that they cannot just come over--.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is so hard to have children - no matter what age living in such circumstances and the circumstances are terrible- the grand kids are in safe homes so do not live in the conditions but I fear that they saw too much as little ones..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted to them  to know that papa David prayed often for them and he loved unconditionally even if he had rules that he enforced-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it is important for children to know that they are loved and were loved-- they did not see their dad often due to the circumstances but they did communicate over the phone- and sometimes we had the police go find them on the streets so we knew if they were still alive- the police cannot tell where they are but were/are kind enough to say that they saw them and therefore there alive- sigh- this was hard for papa to do ---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my problem is at my age I have to be careful how far I let them enter my life due to the circumstances- and yet, keep the love of Jesus open in my heart and  into their heart-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is hard to even tell the stories but I tell you now because I need prayer warriors who will stand with me -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will seldom update this blog note  but I will tell you what miracles occur and also thank for praying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7141970287224751348?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/7141970287224751348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=7141970287224751348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7141970287224751348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7141970287224751348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/walking-today-with-concern.html' title='WALKING TODAY with CONCERN'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-6594170099919696078</id><published>2009-02-06T20:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:12:54.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the missing piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;today was a day with out a song in my heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I so miss papa hubby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am never sure why some days I have joy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and other days I don't even know what to say&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is gone, vanished and yet I need him here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I accept and I know and I feel the loss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the pain creeps  back in.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I want to ask why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I don't ..........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because  there is no reason to the why....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; that would fill this hole in my heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so instead I ask .........that &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my heart will not become bitter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that my days will filled with...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;purpose.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that my strugglings will &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become sweeter--&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; '''You, O God, do see trouble and grief;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you consider it to take it in hand.''''Psalm 10:14&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-6594170099919696078?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/6594170099919696078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=6594170099919696078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6594170099919696078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/6594170099919696078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-piece.html' title='the missing piece'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-1839874573309765259</id><published>2009-02-04T22:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:38:21.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day is done--</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my head cold sent me to bed for most of the day and now my nose matches Rudolf-s nose- so I will share my blessings here and go back to bed where I am eating crackers--------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;my red gloves that I use in bed at night after putting on a good hand lotion- I leave them on for about 20 minutes and I find that this is ''a good thing'' for my hands-- they are just normal dollar store gloves- sometimes I do my feet this way too and just use ordinary socks......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my Lord and Savior who is leading me through the storms followed with rainbows... in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my tea thermos- which keeps my tea hot while I do my computer- other wise I would drink the tea cold-I keep this off my desk but handy so that I do not have laptop tea...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new month- February which has a nice day in the middle to remind us of loving each other- we know, enough from God's word to do this every day and it is nice to have a special day  to share chocolates -&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;warmer weather here today- we were warmer here than Florida which is a real treat- funny how we consider a few degrees above freezing warm and another place considers that same  few degrees cold...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dogman - our dog- who does not report me for neglect when we/I forget to feed him ( I did forget until this afternoon but he was quick to forgive me)- and  he is  always willing to wait patiently to have his carrots peeled..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crackers to eat in my bed and the dust buster which then cleans the crumbs off the bed ------&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my old house which has been a blessing to papa and I as we shared our life together as one- the roof does not leak - the walls protect us and it is a home filled with peace and joy and Miss Ashley's stuff mixed in with Oma's stuff-----&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Ashley who carries a burden to heavy for her age but is still willing to carry it...... for the sake of Oma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good cleaners to clean the pans that Miss Ashley burns when she cooks and a fan to recycle the smoke--LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;good night to all- from Meme with gentle hugs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-1839874573309765259?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-8966684154554180885</id><published>2009-02-02T19:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:31:07.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and under the ''c''......</title><content type='html'>it is time to turn over another letter .......&lt;br /&gt;and here is the ''c''....&lt;br /&gt;the first 'c' for me is CHRIST CHILD- -- where would I be today if we/I had no Christ to believe in.......to lean on.....to follow.......to love.......to forgive us/me........ with out Christ in my life I would BE helpless....lost.....and hopeless but because of Christ I have hope and help and I am found...&lt;br /&gt;another 'c' at our house is carrots-- not so much for me as for Dogman- he seems to think carrots are bought entirely for him - and yes, I wash them and peel them and cut them into nice little bites- he prefers raw over cooked but will gladly eat both-- so carrots are on the menu more nights than not..&lt;br /&gt; a ''c'' for today is a cold as in a head cold - which means I talk funny and my nose is red and I should have took some stock in kleenex companies- this is day three so I should only have 4 days to go- I learned that if you go to a doctor with a cold it will last 7 days and if you do not go to a doctor- the cold will last a week.............&lt;br /&gt;''c'' is for cinnamon which is one of my favorite smells and spices- I chew cinnamon gum and eat cinnamon candies and like cinnamon toast but I do not like cinnamon in my coffee and or tea&lt;br /&gt;''c'' could be for coffee if I could drink it but I have a allergy to the ground coffee which is not good thing......so that is why I drink tea......&lt;br /&gt;''c'' is for chocolate - except for hot chocolate- I love chocolate chocolate but lately chocolate does not love me- apparently it is not quite as good as it should be to me - it is not good to  my inflamed stomach or h. hernia- sigh- which means I am off of chocolate for a time....&lt;br /&gt;''c'' could be for comma or commas but I never remember to use them in writing or talking.......so I will have to omit ''c'' is for comma ...........&lt;br /&gt;there are many more ''c'' blessings in my life but I think the cold has put my thinking on hold..&lt;br /&gt;soon to be back and sending caring hugs, Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-8966684154554180885?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/8966684154554180885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=8966684154554180885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8966684154554180885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/8966684154554180885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-under-c.html' title='and under the &apos;&apos;c&apos;&apos;......'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-8710882925673504365</id><published>2009-02-01T00:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:35:17.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEPING TO WALKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found a new name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for this blog and I &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hope that you will be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blessed as I continue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my journey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;HUGGLES FROM MEME&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-8710882925673504365?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-475538212900478201</id><published>2009-01-31T22:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:54:12.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New  blog name tomorrow.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel strong enough to change my blog name now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It will still have widow in the title&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; as the Lord leads me on this path&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;of course, I cannot use the words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;joyful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rejoicing or &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;merry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because they do not apply in the context &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;of being a widow although&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do have joy and I do rejoice and I can be merry &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know that papa would laugh out loud &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at many of the things I say....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and some times do....do....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I want to glory to go to the Lord &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and also respect papa hubby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am hoping that it will not effect my followers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it should not.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-I appreciate you all so much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this journey has many valleys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I feel the prayers of  my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this blog land is a wonderful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;neighborhood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-475538212900478201?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/475538212900478201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=475538212900478201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/475538212900478201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/475538212900478201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog-name-tomorrow.html' title='New  blog name tomorrow.......'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-4392497411540309984</id><published>2009-01-30T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:39:54.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEME NEEDS PRAYERS</title><content type='html'>today I&lt;br /&gt;fell back to sleep after morning tea&lt;br /&gt;I like to have my first cup of tea in bed&lt;br /&gt;this is a winter treat&lt;br /&gt;so maybe another month and then&lt;br /&gt;spring will at least peek in and I can drink&lt;br /&gt;my tea outside&lt;br /&gt;went through my books in bedroom today&lt;br /&gt;when the Miss Ashley moved it--&lt;br /&gt;she took over my spare room&lt;br /&gt;so we just put things here and there&lt;br /&gt;when she came....&lt;br /&gt;and of course, after a while&lt;br /&gt;here and there does look rather cluttered&lt;br /&gt;and this and that gets lost--so&lt;br /&gt;parred to books down too so I will have&lt;br /&gt;a lot to take to the church&lt;br /&gt;and I have to admit I did not do many&lt;br /&gt;other practical things today---&lt;br /&gt;got a paper cut- LOL&lt;br /&gt;so have a band-age with a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;on my finger-&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and I had a knock up supper&lt;br /&gt;which really did not increase our health&lt;br /&gt;but our happiness&lt;br /&gt;I am not doing as well as I thought&lt;br /&gt;I would be by now - it is almost&lt;br /&gt;as if I am waking up from a long dream&lt;br /&gt;so I have too re-group&lt;br /&gt;so thinking of early to bed&lt;br /&gt;and early to rise and see&lt;br /&gt;if I can get my days organized&lt;br /&gt; and also  work&lt;br /&gt;in some vitamins etc-&lt;br /&gt;I am miss eating and I know that....&lt;br /&gt;I have a hiatus hernia&lt;br /&gt;which is annoying me but is&lt;br /&gt;being looked after by a specialist&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to graze and eat small small meals&lt;br /&gt;but of course- I need to develop&lt;br /&gt;this new habit&lt;br /&gt;so I am asking prayer&lt;br /&gt;that I will remember to take good care of me&lt;br /&gt;I know that God wants me too and papa&lt;br /&gt;would too....sigh&lt;br /&gt;I need to come out of the fog&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your love and comments and prayers&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-4392497411540309984?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/4392497411540309984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=4392497411540309984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>a blank post.....or not:-) I was trying to come up with something to write and nearly did not-- then I was still and heard this deep in my heart.....&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, some days are still hard.....and just going from the morning  ....(mourning)......&lt;br /&gt;to the night seems like a struggle-- but only on some days- I know that&lt;br /&gt;you, Lord are with me on these days as well as the good days- I saw a little&lt;br /&gt;story about a widow who never over came her tragedy of her loss-&lt;br /&gt;She let hardness enter her heart---she was always cynical and negative=&lt;br /&gt;She did become lonely and stayed looking in-ward until her death. &lt;br /&gt;She missed living......so much to see and so much to do&lt;br /&gt;so much to hear and so much to be- Lord, keep my mind stayed on Thee and&lt;br /&gt;let me not think of my sorrows as my score but my blessings instead- It's the little things&lt;br /&gt;that are daily----that are just there-- automatic blessings -&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little quote prayer- but author unknown&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had been kinder----&lt;br /&gt;-and more patient on this day.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had been gentler,&lt;br /&gt;Had a little less to say,&lt;br /&gt; Mindful of regret and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt; Teach  me be wiser tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-7086553837557400678?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/7086553837557400678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=7086553837557400678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7086553837557400678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/7086553837557400678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-days.html' title='Some Days--'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-2086814652493816260</id><published>2009-01-26T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:19:15.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love does not change...</title><content type='html'>I remember when David and I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;and we were first married&lt;br /&gt;all I could do was think about him&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned for him and cooked for him&lt;br /&gt;and put his sugar in his coffee that&lt;br /&gt;I made for him&lt;br /&gt;everything I did- I did thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;  because of our love&lt;br /&gt;and then the babies came and my&lt;br /&gt;thinking changed to reality&lt;br /&gt;but our love stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;but bottles and colic and diapers&lt;br /&gt;and sweet babies were a new thinking&lt;br /&gt;bills and a home and late suppers and  us&lt;br /&gt;and our love stayed&lt;br /&gt;my grief was like my first&lt;br /&gt;days of love&lt;br /&gt;and all I could think of was&lt;br /&gt;about papa David and all I  &lt;br /&gt; could talk about.....was him&lt;br /&gt;I thought of him in the night&lt;br /&gt;and the morning just continued&lt;br /&gt;from the night&lt;br /&gt;and I was filled with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;and days of tears&lt;br /&gt;and now the grief is changing&lt;br /&gt;and it is frightening .........&lt;br /&gt;because for so long&lt;br /&gt;grief was all I had  left&lt;br /&gt;of him and now&lt;br /&gt; I have the memories&lt;br /&gt;of the way we were&lt;br /&gt;and I cherish the memories&lt;br /&gt;and as my grief moves slowly&lt;br /&gt;into reality of living a life&lt;br /&gt;of bills and dog and g'kids&lt;br /&gt;and dishes and snow and spring&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the joy in the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;of knowing that if our love&lt;br /&gt;had not been so great&lt;br /&gt;my sorrow would not be so deep&lt;br /&gt;I know now that God&lt;br /&gt;has closed a door&lt;br /&gt;but the door has a window&lt;br /&gt;and that now if there&lt;br /&gt;are times when I do not think&lt;br /&gt;of David&lt;br /&gt;I know that our love&lt;br /&gt;has not changed .........&lt;br /&gt;that death can not take away&lt;br /&gt;what we had....or the way we were&lt;br /&gt;and in&lt;br /&gt;the joy of love and the sorrow of love&lt;br /&gt;I still feel David's love and see his love&lt;br /&gt;and hear his love&lt;br /&gt;and I too love...... in return&lt;br /&gt;because God gave us the love&lt;br /&gt;and God is love&lt;br /&gt;and death can not take away&lt;br /&gt;what God has given&lt;br /&gt;our love remains............&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;hugs from Meme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-2086814652493816260?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/2086814652493816260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2522893790214833932&amp;postID=2086814652493816260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2086814652493816260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2522893790214833932/posts/default/2086814652493816260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-does-not-change.html' title='love does not change...'/><author><name>Oma aka Meme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978222821146300735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FoMscATFIRk/SK4D0ymrbSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ITwbQ2dN-0k/S220/!cid_006f01c8a220%24ff623ae0%24fa2f4146%40marma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522893790214833932.post-8107777609764982680</id><published>2009-01-25T17:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:31:32.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the B  is for......</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;BANANA- - we could not have a b with out a banana because when papa developed  high blood pressure a few years ago and had to have a daily pill --his doctor suggested that he should have a banana to make up for lost potassium and David took the doctor's advice and had a banana every morning for breakfast- David did not have OCD except when it came to his daily banana and the last bite was always for Dogman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and that brings up the next B- Dogman's real name is Bootz - named , of course, by Papa-- Bootz was a dog we did not want-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;simply because we did not want a dog but a strange(someone we did not know)  lady came to our house with our daughters friend and said she was taking the dog to the shelter as he was annoying etc - sigh- and papa and I saw this little mop that no one wanted and said --we will take him and that was even after he peed on our couch- so 12 years ago we let this little dog into our home who looks like a cross between a feather duster and mop and the rest is history- now he had his house name- Bootz and his internet alias Dogman-It took a while for Bootz to trust us as he had been abused-but now he is top dog and still looks for his papa every time he goes out to his pee patch..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and no B is complete with out the boy who is a friend- when Miss Ashley brought him to our house the first time to meet Oma and Papa she said- he is not a boyfriend----although we certainly could see that there was more than meets the eye in her story- so I started calling him the boy who is a friend and that is who  he is still is known as-------they are of course, now could be considered a couple according to how things are looking from my prospective-- his name is Andrew - 19 and she is 18 and together they make life interesting-----he cooks for her too which makes life even more  interesting at our house-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't see much of me under the B-- but I do love God's word and have many Bibles to use in my favorite thing to do- Bible study.........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I also have dear Hubby's bible where he has underlined every verse of every sermon he went to after he became a Christian- and he has many names written in his Bible for prayer- it is a precious record of his love for the Lord-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;end of the B-EES ***************&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking forward to C on another day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HUGGLES FROM MEME&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2522893790214833932-8107777609764982680?l=aweepingwidow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aweepingwidow.blogspot.com/feeds/8107777609764982680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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