<?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-8923895883943880678</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:28:00.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless Grandma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-1724163868744757508</id><published>2009-09-13T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:18:59.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sq3FFwwkJCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sHlbfN__j9g/s1600-h/alpineloop+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sq3FFwwkJCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sHlbfN__j9g/s320/alpineloop+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381173832556225570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who know me, know I love AUTUMN, with Carmel Apples, Carmel Popcorn, spiced Carmel Apple cider drink from Starbucks, Ok so I love Carmel.  Really the fall is a time that I look froward to, my birthday is over and the shock of getting older dealt with, and a renewed sense of I can do this...but really I do love the color changes in the mountains. This year Devin my first born grandson is on his way to pre-k.  where does the time go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new pictures of my grandkids, and thought I would let you take a look at what really puts a smile on my face everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Braxton  (Tom's Boy) Mckenzie &amp;amp; Devin (Shannon's kids) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sq3FSF9la3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QsES0UiQHLc/s1600-h/p13232ta101388_21_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sq3FSF9la3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QsES0UiQHLc/s320/p13232ta101388_21_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381174044406410098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sq3FSF9la3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QsES0UiQHLc/s1600-h/p13232ta101388_21_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She thinks her brother hung the moon&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sq3GvAseAII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ud29CNRHFmw/s1600-h/p13232ta101388_8_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sq3GvAseAII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ud29CNRHFmw/s320/p13232ta101388_8_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381175640720277634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a smile this kid has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sq3IoRbu3iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/js7bmC6Vb5U/s1600-h/p13232ta101388_15_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sq3IoRbu3iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/js7bmC6Vb5U/s320/p13232ta101388_15_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381177723977653794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-1724163868744757508?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/1724163868744757508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=1724163868744757508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/1724163868744757508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/1724163868744757508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-those-of-you-who-know-me-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sq3FFwwkJCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sHlbfN__j9g/s72-c/alpineloop+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-6159511949928351338</id><published>2009-07-19T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:19:56.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Add Sugar !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SmMrfhwC3EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fzgmI37mThA/s1600-h/disney_princess_castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SmMrfhwC3EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fzgmI37mThA/s320/disney_princess_castle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360175802136845378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gives you lemons then we make lemonade, simple enough I think! the problem that I have been facing in making my lemonade, is I have not added any sugar and have allowed myself to  stay in this sadness, just for the last couple of day I have started to add sugar In that I mean smile, laugh , you know all the things that help make a person feel better.  And it is working YEAH!  &lt;br /&gt;Life is funny as a child we see our worlds so different, white Pickett fences, blue birds singing and living in an apron just waiting to serve our love ones.  THANKS to Disney we think life is this way. Let’s be honest, Snow White, Cinderella, Areal, and all the other’s had maids, cooks,  housekeepers , and anything else there little heart desired , no wonder the birds wanted to go sing at their  place heck I want  to go sing at their place.  Although my life in no way compares to this, I love it, and really would not change it at all (well  maybe a few thing) but on a whole I am doing good and I am so grateful  for the blessings that I have had, I would love to see one of these princess step in to my world.  Come on Disney do that movie.  &lt;br /&gt;Have a great week and SMILE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-6159511949928351338?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/6159511949928351338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=6159511949928351338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/6159511949928351338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/6159511949928351338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/add-sugar.html' title='Add Sugar !'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SmMrfhwC3EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fzgmI37mThA/s72-c/disney_princess_castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-8640098144299113285</id><published>2009-06-30T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:49:32.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Family is a strange thing to me sometimes.  It is like there has to be a balance of good and bad. If that balance gets messed up, them things have to change.  and no one likes change.  I dated a guy that stated I was the bad seed in the family, I really thought that he was joking, maybe not.  &lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if this seems so negative, but really the only ones that read it wont care, so if you happen to come up on my blog SORRY for this.  &lt;br /&gt;When did family become a word of convenience.&lt;br /&gt;When did I love you become, just words and not a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;When is sorry enough. &lt;br /&gt;when if forgiveness given. &lt;br /&gt;and most important, why do all the people who is on your side, have to die. &lt;br /&gt;I love my FAMILY.  I am grateful for children that love me, even with out walking in my shoes. for a best friend that has been there for 40 years, (Thanks) and I am so thankful for the parents that I had&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-8640098144299113285?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/8640098144299113285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=8640098144299113285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/8640098144299113285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/8640098144299113285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/06/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-5222320883849207527</id><published>2009-06-21T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:32:37.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sj5SAAV3XyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jCej84zL74o/s1600-h/Price+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sj5SAAV3XyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jCej84zL74o/s320/Price+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349803567407914786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God took the strength of a mountain,&lt;br /&gt;The majesty of a tree,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of a summer sun,&lt;br /&gt;The calm of a quiet sea,&lt;br /&gt;The generous soul of nature,&lt;br /&gt;The comforting arm of night,&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of the ages,&lt;br /&gt;The power of the eagle's flight,&lt;br /&gt;The joy of a morning in spring,&lt;br /&gt;The faith of a mustard seed,&lt;br /&gt;The patience of eternity,&lt;br /&gt;The depth of a family need,&lt;br /&gt;Then God combined these qualities,&lt;br /&gt;When there was nothing more to add,&lt;br /&gt;He knew His masterpiece was complete,&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called it ... Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is truly all these things, and I can say I am thankful for my father every day. Words really can not say how much I love him. I don't get to go see him as much as I would like, if I could I would go every day just for a hug, and to set at the kitchen table saying nothing,and looking out the window. Some of my best thinking has happened at that table. God Bless Fathers every where.  May the fathers that I know have the best day. Tom , Chris,Brent,James, and to all the men I know that are not dads yet, Brandon I know you will be a great dad. &lt;br /&gt;I love you all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-5222320883849207527?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/5222320883849207527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=5222320883849207527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/5222320883849207527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/5222320883849207527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day !'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/Sj5SAAV3XyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jCej84zL74o/s72-c/Price+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-8847555885370732166</id><published>2009-06-13T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:36:30.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig in Mud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SjPVXZmOdEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ry1lwi9FMLc/s1600-h/Pig_in_Mud_logo_Master3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SjPVXZmOdEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ry1lwi9FMLc/s320/Pig_in_Mud_logo_Master3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346851780603835458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, Stephanie and I were tired and did not want to do anything so we watched old TV shows on the computer, while sitting on the bed. We went to subway for lunch in the afternoon then went right back to doing nothing, but watching movies. We called this Pig in Mud and from that time on we have tried to recreate that day. We have had little success, until today we hope. Life gets so busy that we really do not take time to slow down and do nothing, to recharge our batteries.  So I really wish all my friends out there a Pig in Mud day. Do nothing, place no time on what you do, and you will see what I mean Pig in Mud is the best thing to do on a rainy Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-8847555885370732166?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/8847555885370732166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=8847555885370732166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/8847555885370732166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/8847555885370732166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/06/couple-of-months-ago-stephanie-and-i.html' title='Pig in Mud'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SjPVXZmOdEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ry1lwi9FMLc/s72-c/Pig_in_Mud_logo_Master3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-444099897522349366</id><published>2009-05-10T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:04:43.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood its a wonderful thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SgcHiGYWA4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/yH7ZQwgs6WQ/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SgcHiGYWA4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/yH7ZQwgs6WQ/s320/mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334240566053307266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*My Mom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had the best mom, warm cookies, big hugs and smiles, every day when I would come home from school that is what was waiting for me. She loved her family so much and gave all that she had to her family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss her smile, her laugh, her advice, her accepting of me for who I am and her ability to love me in spite of it … Mothers come in many different shapes and sizes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I truly believe that mothers never sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once you have children, part of your brain stays awake listing for cries, for teenagers to come home from being with friends. I have to admit when I have my grandchildren over for a sleep over I get up just to watch them sleep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My three daughters Stephanie, Shannon and Brittney, you are the best women and examples of mothers that any mom can ask for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You give your all, you love with your whole heart and you teach through example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know Stephanie you are not a mommy yet but you have the skills to be a great mom and you will one day.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I love you all so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Have a Happy Mothers Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-444099897522349366?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/444099897522349366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=444099897522349366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/444099897522349366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/444099897522349366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/05/motherhood-its-wonderful-thing.html' title='Motherhood its a wonderful thing...'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SgcHiGYWA4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/yH7ZQwgs6WQ/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-824977700021875925</id><published>2009-05-06T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:55:09.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sick</title><content type='html'>I am at my house, sitting on couch, and I am home sick... Home sick for what, I have no idea.  Sometimes I really just get this way.  I hope it is my age, I mean lots of things are due to age,  having to get up in the middle of the night to pee.. having you knees hurt going up stairs, your eye lashes not looking good anymore,  your hair being limp, so yes I am thinking that over whelming home sickness is a age thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great kids that love me, wonderful grand kids, and I can find something to smile about every day if I look. So I will let myself be home sick tonight, then I will put on my big girl panties and deal with what life gives me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-824977700021875925?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/824977700021875925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=824977700021875925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/824977700021875925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/824977700021875925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-sick.html' title='Home Sick'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-7127024320204500348</id><published>2009-05-02T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:33:37.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Sucks</title><content type='html'>I can't say it any plainer than that!  It just sucks! Life sometimes well most of the times  gives us challenges that we do not want, Cancer, Loneliness, Heartache, and other little stumbling blocks that are to personal to say.   but I can tell you from my heart, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family is the key,&lt;/span&gt; of climbing our stumbling blocks in life.  they lift us up they allow us to cry or laugh, and they bring a calm to our world with out having to say anything at all. Just knowing you have them, is really all that is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With out going into much about my youngest brothers health right know, he has cancer and it is at a stage 3-4 and he is sick, he is a father of two great kids, has a wife that loves him with all that she is. He in turn is going to fight like hell to be a dad and husband for his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAMILY  &lt;/span&gt;hewill not give up. He has more drive to win than anyone I know. With Prayer, Faith , Love and Hope he is going to be just fine climbing his stumbling block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to have the family and friends that I do.  They have thrown me a rope to get over my blocks more times than not.  I LOVE YOU...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-7127024320204500348?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/7127024320204500348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=7127024320204500348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/7127024320204500348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/7127024320204500348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/05/cancer-sucks.html' title='Cancer Sucks'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-4259966207334222087</id><published>2009-04-29T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:00:21.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>We went and had family pictures done, it was about time.  and I loved it.  I had so much fun and I was glad that my dad could be in some of them with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-23.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513837026339&amp;amp;site=widget-23.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513837026339&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-23.slide.com/p1/3458764513837026339/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513837026339&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-23.slide.com/p2/3458764513837026339/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513837026339&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-23.slide.com/p4/3458764513837026339/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-4259966207334222087?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/4259966207334222087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=4259966207334222087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/4259966207334222087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/4259966207334222087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-8619630161717206325</id><published>2009-04-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:32:31.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>So I had the best weekend.  We had  family pictures on Saturday, even thought it was  cold it was so much fun for me, and to be able to have us all together was great.  the photographer was so GOOD and full of ideas for the large group, it makes it all worth it when you have someone that know what they are doing, and also works great with kids.  My father was able to be  with us and we are all happy to have pictures with him and the great grand kids  so many thanks to Ashee!!.  if you are looking to have family pictures done here is a little plug for Ashlee she really is GREAT You can get to her website by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.photobyashlee.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SePnizWLjiI/AAAAAAAAACg/uWo12dUwnEY/s1600-h/IMG00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SePnizWLjiI/AAAAAAAAACg/uWo12dUwnEY/s320/IMG00071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324353769566866978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was great as well,  McKenzie was blessed, by uncle Brandon and he did a great Job!  after we went to a dinner at Shannon &amp;amp; Chris,to enjoy family.  I got to take  the goodies, and I wanted to take something fun.. so I made chicken cupcakes, cheese cake and carrot cake.  but I have to tell you the CHICKENS were so so much fun.  I love to bake I wish I could do it all the time.  The problem is I cant eat it all, well I can I am not going to.  I have deiced that nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.   I hope that you all had as great Easter and are enjoying the spring time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-8619630161717206325?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/8619630161717206325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=8619630161717206325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/8619630161717206325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/8619630161717206325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SePnizWLjiI/AAAAAAAAACg/uWo12dUwnEY/s72-c/IMG00071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-976065779542357528</id><published>2009-03-12T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:06:45.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New granddaughter</title><content type='html'>Words can not describe the joys of watching a baby be born.. Last Friday 3\6\09 my daughter Shannon had my first granddaughter. Shannon named the baby McKenzie Ann, she is so small and sweet  I am grateful all went well with her. Mom and baby are doing great.  Devin said to me "McKenzie is lucky to have me for a big brother" and he is so right. I got to spend some time with all three of my grand kids over the weekend it was GREAT fun and it was so  good to have my kids with me as well, except Steph she was in Mexico for work, but Brandon was here from school,  and Tom, Brittney and Braxton came from Vegas It really was a great time.  Family... nothing like it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-976065779542357528?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/976065779542357528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=976065779542357528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/976065779542357528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/976065779542357528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-granddaughter.html' title='New granddaughter'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923895883943880678.post-2232940926623068879</id><published>2009-03-05T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:31:58.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating After 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;I find that dating after 40, is in fact a challenge.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I will admit it I am on a dating web site I joined to just “look” at the wonderful men that the due to know fault of their own are divorced or single, and back on the market.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have met some really nice men, and it is in fact true there are some.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I want to share a email I received&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;with you,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;warning this might make all you single women jealous, and all you married ones wonder why you husband is not this romantic&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so read&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;on at your own risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at some profiles here and I came across yours ... Wow, incredible profile &amp; you are really stunning, gorgeous actually your profile looks astonishingly beautiful and I will never hesitate bowing my head respectfully seeking a mutual meeting of our two souls. I am being captivated by your profile as the bee falls in love with the honey bearing nectar. I will greatly appreciate a journey with you, a journey to discover what destiny has in store for our two yearning souls. I am Robin and I am interested in you Have you found your Mr. right yet? If you are still searching, I would like to know more about you, what motivates you? What makes your heart leap with passion? Love? Joy? I would be looking forward to hearing from you soon ..Please email me back directly to my email address as I don't visit this site much..My email address is …………………and incase you want to see a picture of me just click on my album and you will find 2 there, one is of I and my daughter and the other one is just me .....I am hoping to read back from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Robin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned you all, so you single women know there are good ones left, and for you married ones look what you are missing. I left his email off, I do not want all you sneaky women trying to steel him from me. I hope one day to be to him like door is to mat...wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923895883943880678-2232940926623068879?l=thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/2232940926623068879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923895883943880678&amp;postID=2232940926623068879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/2232940926623068879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923895883943880678/posts/default/2232940926623068879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepricelessgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/03/dating-after-40.html' title='Dating After 40'/><author><name>Priceless Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082763079491644203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKpSssVJasA/SqcWpKKTqzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KvN6ppDSI9U/S220/family+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
