<?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-13597149</id><updated>2011-09-30T05:04:57.681-05:00</updated><category term='MCP Actions'/><category term='project 365'/><category term='jyc'/><category term='http://www.mcpactions.com'/><title type='text'>Postcards from Pam</title><subtitle type='html'>photos and thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>568</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-5779235932768959310</id><published>2011-09-16T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:03:20.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydmVb2DBVYU/TnQNdP34-JI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/TTK5z8LkUcI/s1600/IMG_0016%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydmVb2DBVYU/TnQNdP34-JI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/TTK5z8LkUcI/s320/IMG_0016%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653158228385134738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yClym_rT41w/TnQNcvQz6WI/AAAAAAAAC0I/4Xi3etEXypw/s1600/IMG_0004%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yClym_rT41w/TnQNcvQz6WI/AAAAAAAAC0I/4Xi3etEXypw/s320/IMG_0004%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653158219631290722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPa_wNcpEhs/TnQNcRTUS6I/AAAAAAAAC0A/JiJ6mXEuItg/s1600/IMG_0016%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPa_wNcpEhs/TnQNcRTUS6I/AAAAAAAAC0A/JiJ6mXEuItg/s320/IMG_0016%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653158211588737954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk4vrRvtURI/TnQNdWbcfUI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/ilqbEKxu3rs/s1600/IMG_0019%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk4vrRvtURI/TnQNdWbcfUI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/ilqbEKxu3rs/s320/IMG_0019%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653158230144875842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nearly 24 hours old, and still all I can say is PERFECTION!&lt;br /&gt;Note to Grandma B: bringing prints and dinner for all of you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-5779235932768959310?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/5779235932768959310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=5779235932768959310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5779235932768959310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5779235932768959310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2011/09/24-hours-later.html' title='24 hours later'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydmVb2DBVYU/TnQNdP34-JI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/TTK5z8LkUcI/s72-c/IMG_0016%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-7327687077968601072</id><published>2011-09-15T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:07:21.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God smiled on us today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPHGEDvIIaI/TnK8InjjAaI/AAAAAAAACzw/s--sFVA0CFA/s1600/IMG_0015%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPHGEDvIIaI/TnK8InjjAaI/AAAAAAAACzw/s--sFVA0CFA/s320/IMG_0015%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652787338546446754" border="0" /&gt;The newest branch on our family tree was born today.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben William arrived at 4:04 pm weighing in at 7 pounds 7 ounces&lt;br /&gt;21.5 inches long. He is the most beautiful baby I've ever seen and&lt;br /&gt;it was love at first site for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the new parents, Abby and Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ll7qB81of-0/TnK8IGy6crI/AAAAAAAACzo/v5GttU5l3mM/s1600/IMG_0037%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ll7qB81of-0/TnK8IGy6crI/AAAAAAAACzo/v5GttU5l3mM/s320/IMG_0037%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652787329752527538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tuN47n0xWfc/TnK8HvE5vXI/AAAAAAAACzg/nFfZQZkHrKM/s1600/IMG_0070%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tuN47n0xWfc/TnK8HvE5vXI/AAAAAAAACzg/nFfZQZkHrKM/s320/IMG_0070%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652787323385527666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2gNKDgENpOQ/TnK8Iw0QWFI/AAAAAAAACz4/hJBVD6-FRRg/s1600/IMG_0096%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2gNKDgENpOQ/TnK8Iw0QWFI/AAAAAAAACz4/hJBVD6-FRRg/s320/IMG_0096%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652787341032446034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGbZkIJs3WE/TnK7zbUGo1I/AAAAAAAACzQ/EF6N_fwPcvA/s1600/IMG_0032%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGbZkIJs3WE/TnK7zbUGo1I/AAAAAAAACzQ/EF6N_fwPcvA/s320/IMG_0032%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652786974483194706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby's first call was to her sister, Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IvjQf8gsiIo/TnK7y8MrNBI/AAAAAAAACzI/3e8oFKOqbCs/s1600/IMG_0094%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IvjQf8gsiIo/TnK7y8MrNBI/AAAAAAAACzI/3e8oFKOqbCs/s320/IMG_0094%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652786966130537490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCrRjaKPn0U/TnK7ypEEtII/AAAAAAAACzA/2oS2Qcz2Ol8/s1600/IMG_0027%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCrRjaKPn0U/TnK7ypEEtII/AAAAAAAACzA/2oS2Qcz2Ol8/s320/IMG_0027%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652786960994186370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoAm9H78GAU/TnK7ySuoiXI/AAAAAAAACy4/IKfxZNAnLDA/s1600/IMG_0082%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoAm9H78GAU/TnK7ySuoiXI/AAAAAAAACy4/IKfxZNAnLDA/s320/IMG_0082%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652786954998679922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86mBvB3SY-A/TnK7zlBvpBI/AAAAAAAACzY/nclrLwxEp1M/s1600/IMG_0039%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86mBvB3SY-A/TnK7zlBvpBI/AAAAAAAACzY/nclrLwxEp1M/s320/IMG_0039%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652786977090544658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday sweet baby Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-7327687077968601072?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/7327687077968601072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=7327687077968601072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7327687077968601072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7327687077968601072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2011/09/god-smiled-on-us-today.html' title='God smiled on us today!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPHGEDvIIaI/TnK8InjjAaI/AAAAAAAACzw/s--sFVA0CFA/s72-c/IMG_0015%2Bcopy%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-9039057090591223432</id><published>2011-07-31T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:06:54.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txmuGOfQ1-c/TjYYED7JT3I/AAAAAAAACyo/HiBbIly81E8/s1600/IMG_0411%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txmuGOfQ1-c/TjYYED7JT3I/AAAAAAAACyo/HiBbIly81E8/s400/IMG_0411%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635718441752678258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JcnJxuTDEDM/TjYYD3-j43I/AAAAAAAACyg/BIe47JQ9OF0/s1600/IMG_0403%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JcnJxuTDEDM/TjYYD3-j43I/AAAAAAAACyg/BIe47JQ9OF0/s400/IMG_0403%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635718438545777522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_0MJI3koIs/TjYYDnWkWEI/AAAAAAAACyY/pUHLOvHUDZQ/s1600/IMG_0399%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_0MJI3koIs/TjYYDnWkWEI/AAAAAAAACyY/pUHLOvHUDZQ/s400/IMG_0399%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635718434083067970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CuVTut5GLqA/TjYYDSPni0I/AAAAAAAACyQ/ztwijdtb894/s1600/IMG_0398%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CuVTut5GLqA/TjYYDSPni0I/AAAAAAAACyQ/ztwijdtb894/s400/IMG_0398%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635718428416772930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzH3NqVW7vU/TjYYEblZxNI/AAAAAAAACyw/BjKUl4LEUjE/s1600/IMG_0321%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzH3NqVW7vU/TjYYEblZxNI/AAAAAAAACyw/BjKUl4LEUjE/s400/IMG_0321%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635718448103933138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been far too long since my last postcard.&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened during that time which&lt;br /&gt;you can read about on facebook, but I miss&lt;br /&gt;my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Doing the Shimelle's Explore class has&lt;br /&gt;inspired me to get back here, so I will&lt;br /&gt;start with the project she has me working on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and have you met *him? My newest little gem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-9039057090591223432?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/9039057090591223432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=9039057090591223432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/9039057090591223432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/9039057090591223432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-again.html' title='Hello again!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txmuGOfQ1-c/TjYYED7JT3I/AAAAAAAACyo/HiBbIly81E8/s72-c/IMG_0411%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-5673423681499032009</id><published>2010-06-22T02:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T02:26:39.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you don't want to be on a boat</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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/TCBk09vWUpI/AAAAAAAACxs/nDI7T5ZUXPE/s1600/storm+collage+june+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/TCBk09vWUpI/AAAAAAAACxs/nDI7T5ZUXPE/s400/storm+collage+june+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485495207226397330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being out on the lake all day is a nice, relaxing place to be&lt;br /&gt;until someone says,&lt;br /&gt;"Look at that!"&lt;br /&gt;and you look over your shoulder to see&lt;br /&gt;the most unusual cloud you have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of our three hour tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-5673423681499032009?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/5673423681499032009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=5673423681499032009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5673423681499032009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5673423681499032009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-dont-want-to-be-on-boat.html' title='When you don&apos;t want to be on a boat'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/TCBk09vWUpI/AAAAAAAACxs/nDI7T5ZUXPE/s72-c/storm+collage+june+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2686135884656801614</id><published>2010-05-27T23:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:59:08.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Options in an Instant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_9JK2jd8TI/AAAAAAAACxk/7pnBk0WryAo/s1600/IMG_0089+copy+2+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_9JK2jd8TI/AAAAAAAACxk/7pnBk0WryAo/s400/IMG_0089+copy+2+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476176122697609522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_9JKc7CWVI/AAAAAAAACxc/BNxt0jJrVpc/s1600/IMG_0089+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_9JKc7CWVI/AAAAAAAACxc/BNxt0jJrVpc/s400/IMG_0089+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476176115817142610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black and white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_9JKCKrm2I/AAAAAAAACxU/dMXcrSqg6CE/s1600/IMG_0043+copy+bw+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_9JKCKrm2I/AAAAAAAACxU/dMXcrSqg6CE/s400/IMG_0043+copy+bw+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476176108635003746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_9JJvzUm6I/AAAAAAAACxM/WkS9ZnsnkGw/s1600/IMG_0043+copy+5x7+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_9JJvzUm6I/AAAAAAAACxM/WkS9ZnsnkGw/s400/IMG_0043+copy+5x7+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476176103705189282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently I pulled out my film camera after finding a roll of black &amp;amp; white film&lt;br /&gt;in the deep recesses of my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't used my old film camera for a few years&lt;br /&gt;but it felt good in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I put on my favorite lens and went outside.&lt;br /&gt;The little neighbor boys were playing in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;I went over to them and asked them if I could take a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;They are such cute little guys, with these heartwarming smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Their baby sister and mom came out and posed with them.&lt;br /&gt;Without giving much direction to them I started shooting.&lt;br /&gt;Those 24 exposures went by fast!&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh when the youngest brother asked to see them&lt;br /&gt;(on the back of my camera).&lt;br /&gt;I explained that this was a different camera and they would&lt;br /&gt;have to wait to see the photos.&lt;br /&gt;That statement even struck me funny.&lt;br /&gt;We are so used to the instant gratification of viewing what we shot&lt;br /&gt;just seconds after the capture, that it seemed foreign to have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got them back, I pulled them out of the envelope right away.&lt;br /&gt;The look, the feel, the texture, the NEGATIVES......&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why I ever deserted film for digital.&lt;br /&gt;There is just a quality (in black &amp;amp; white) film that I&lt;br /&gt;cannot seem to achieve in digital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orange lillies are in full bloom under my cherry tree.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my camera, switched to the macro lens and started shooting.&lt;br /&gt;I had the sprinkler on earlier and all the little droplets of water&lt;br /&gt;falling from the tree landed all over the lillies.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would have got the shot I wanted without&lt;br /&gt;the luxury of checking the led screen and the histogram, telling me&lt;br /&gt;that I had to change the aperature down a couple of stops.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after way more than 24 exposures I got about 5 shots I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my little girlfriend walks over with her paci and pink blankie.&lt;br /&gt;BAM! One single shot and I got this one that makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;With a macro lens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I can easily change the color to b&amp;amp;w sitting here at&lt;br /&gt;my computer made me happy that I have options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still plan on shooting the rolls of film I purchased the other day.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's good to keep a hand in it to keep me on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;But it's always nice to have options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2686135884656801614?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2686135884656801614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2686135884656801614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2686135884656801614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2686135884656801614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/05/options-in-instant.html' title='Options in an Instant'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_9JK2jd8TI/AAAAAAAACxk/7pnBk0WryAo/s72-c/IMG_0089+copy+2+%28Large%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-7972942694023081338</id><published>2010-05-18T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:04:03.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Fever</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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_M4Gk1gVpI/AAAAAAAACxE/0fFop9wR5hM/s1600/IMG_0329+copy+3+for+web+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_M4Gk1gVpI/AAAAAAAACxE/0fFop9wR5hM/s400/IMG_0329+copy+3+for+web+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472779657803749010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been photographing this little guy since he was a baby. &lt;br /&gt;The parents are religious in contacting me on his birthdays&lt;br /&gt;for an updated portrait.&lt;br /&gt;He just turned four years old so it was time for a session.&lt;br /&gt;I think this set has been my favorite of him so far.&lt;br /&gt;Such personality and energy he has!&lt;br /&gt;He loves baseball and has a very good, level swing.&lt;br /&gt;The above is one of several that I just love&lt;br /&gt;so had to share.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dominic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-7972942694023081338?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/7972942694023081338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=7972942694023081338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7972942694023081338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7972942694023081338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/05/baseball-fever.html' title='Baseball Fever'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S_M4Gk1gVpI/AAAAAAAACxE/0fFop9wR5hM/s72-c/IMG_0329+copy+3+for+web+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-5580117215088249036</id><published>2010-04-25T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:18:28.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Piece of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S9SfsXtVBRI/AAAAAAAACw8/cxWjx5WPf90/s1600/IMG_0023+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S9SfsXtVBRI/AAAAAAAACw8/cxWjx5WPf90/s400/IMG_0023+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464167832534451474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a beautiful view?&lt;br /&gt;It is what my bff and her man look at&lt;br /&gt;every day, right out their back door.&lt;br /&gt;Calm, peaceful, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But -  it doesn't come easy.&lt;br /&gt;They work hard to keep it looking so nice.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, my bff's life seemed to be endangered&lt;br /&gt;just last week when her trusty tractor began smoking.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, she escaped unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;It meant she was in shape to prepare&lt;br /&gt;a delicious meal and entertain a group&lt;br /&gt;of close friends last evening.&lt;br /&gt;We came armed with chocolate cake and&lt;br /&gt;fishing gear (after a stop at the expensive plastic&lt;br /&gt;worm store, where I was WAY overdressed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived to warm greetings.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it rained a little.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there was a threat of severe thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;and a possible tornado.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, when I asked D. where we were on&lt;br /&gt;that storm map they show on tv, he&lt;br /&gt;pointed to the highlighted red triangle,&lt;br /&gt;the eye of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how relaxed you can be in that&lt;br /&gt;situation with a group of friends&lt;br /&gt;and a few margaritas under the belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was beautiful out after the storm passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S9Sfr3eUReI/AAAAAAAACw0/dd43JDNsNsU/s1600/IMG_0018+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S9Sfr3eUReI/AAAAAAAACw0/dd43JDNsNsU/s400/IMG_0018+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464167823881553378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even saw a huge rainbow, with the moon&lt;br /&gt;just over the top right corner.&lt;br /&gt;You don't see that here in this photo&lt;br /&gt;because I had left my camera in the car.&lt;br /&gt;(That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I needed it, dh)&lt;br /&gt;J. was kind enough to retrieve it for me,&lt;br /&gt;but by the time he returned the&lt;br /&gt;rainbow was gone.&lt;br /&gt;But I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw this...........&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S9SfrnTASaI/AAAAAAAACws/6lw5rWsNnT4/s1600/IMG_0020+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S9SfrnTASaI/AAAAAAAACws/6lw5rWsNnT4/s400/IMG_0020+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464167819539138978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love stormy days.&lt;br /&gt;Days that you can curl up and sit on a swing,&lt;br /&gt;chat with friends sitting next to you,&lt;br /&gt;eat, drink and be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very nice day.&lt;br /&gt;A little piece of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-5580117215088249036?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/5580117215088249036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=5580117215088249036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5580117215088249036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5580117215088249036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-piece-of-peace.html' title='A Little Piece of Peace'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S9SfsXtVBRI/AAAAAAAACw8/cxWjx5WPf90/s72-c/IMG_0023+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4129956142039120712</id><published>2010-02-22T00:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:40:52.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Relief</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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S4Ilb82EIUI/AAAAAAAACvY/KnjGJsbBSlk/s1600-h/orchids+2010+set+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S4Ilb82EIUI/AAAAAAAACvY/KnjGJsbBSlk/s400/orchids+2010+set+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440952461936566594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing as calming as strolling down the&lt;br /&gt;paths of Paris while the orchids are in bloom&lt;br /&gt;(even if it is a "mock Paris" at the Botanical Garden).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and take a look at what Deb &amp;amp; I saw on&lt;br /&gt;our mission to de-stress last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S4Ilb3h5-gI/AAAAAAAACvQ/mwNdAItFSMY/s1600-h/orchid+2010+set+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S4Ilb3h5-gI/AAAAAAAACvQ/mwNdAItFSMY/s400/orchid+2010+set+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440952460509837826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think there were so many types, colors,&lt;br /&gt;shades, and shapes of this lovely flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S4IlbnJzE1I/AAAAAAAACvI/Gy4ySjcQJ9c/s1600-h/orchid+2010+set+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S4IlbnJzE1I/AAAAAAAACvI/Gy4ySjcQJ9c/s400/orchid+2010+set+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440952456113754962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was more beautiful and unique&lt;br /&gt;than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got to see one of our favorites&lt;br /&gt;in the stages of bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S4IlbF61xEI/AAAAAAAACvA/mLfZG76Zp88/s1600-h/orchid+2010+set+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S4IlbF61xEI/AAAAAAAACvA/mLfZG76Zp88/s400/orchid+2010+set+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440952447192646722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RX for stress-relief worked.&lt;br /&gt;We both walked out happy from our little journey,&lt;br /&gt;each of us bringing home our own potted orchid&lt;br /&gt;to remind us of the beauty we saw today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4129956142039120712?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4129956142039120712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4129956142039120712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4129956142039120712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4129956142039120712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/02/stress-relief.html' title='Stress Relief'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S4Ilb82EIUI/AAAAAAAACvY/KnjGJsbBSlk/s72-c/orchids+2010+set+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1441629905339424205</id><published>2010-02-19T16:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:03:09.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camillia in Bloom</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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S38YT_fny7I/AAAAAAAACuo/Zl3FMEyYJ4U/s1600-h/IMG_0161+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S38YT_fny7I/AAAAAAAACuo/Zl3FMEyYJ4U/s400/IMG_0161+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440093606627494834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little Chloe's middle name is Camille.&lt;br /&gt;We took her to see all the pretty&lt;br /&gt;Camillia's in bloom at the botanical gardens&lt;br /&gt;last week.  She was so excited to see&lt;br /&gt;her namesake flower.&lt;br /&gt;I still think she is the prettiest one in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1441629905339424205?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1441629905339424205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1441629905339424205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1441629905339424205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1441629905339424205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/02/camillia-in-bloom.html' title='Camillia in Bloom'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S38YT_fny7I/AAAAAAAACuo/Zl3FMEyYJ4U/s72-c/IMG_0161+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4290908525119379045</id><published>2010-02-09T19:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:04:56.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were Rich &amp; Skinny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/images/020910cutawaybooties_ban2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 191px;" src="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/images/020910cutawaybooties_ban2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/category.jsp?navAction=jump&amp;amp;navCount=19&amp;amp;id=SHOESBAGS-OUTFIT2"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is what you would see me wearing on the first day of Spring.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; those boots. &lt;br /&gt;But, since I can't seem to kick my m&amp;amp;m addiction,&lt;br /&gt;or have a spare $790 laying around for a single outfit&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just stick with&lt;br /&gt;my cut off sweats and flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be the cold weather and all this snow getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4290908525119379045?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4290908525119379045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4290908525119379045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4290908525119379045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4290908525119379045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-were-rich-skinny.html' title='If I were Rich &amp; Skinny'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-458237237233998112</id><published>2010-02-07T00:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:41:56.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Postman Rang Twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S25eS5TdhDI/AAAAAAAACuQ/_0Xq_nUwQyg/s1600-h/IMG_0001+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S25eS5TdhDI/AAAAAAAACuQ/_0Xq_nUwQyg/s400/IMG_0001+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435385478995870770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe loves to get packages in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;Today she hit the jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;Not one, but TWO packages&lt;br /&gt;came addressed to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S25eSc-H5rI/AAAAAAAACuI/ut__X37Gdiw/s1600-h/IMG_0010+copy+3w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S25eSc-H5rI/AAAAAAAACuI/ut__X37Gdiw/s400/IMG_0010+copy+3w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435385471390181042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content had been anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;Flat Petunia was returning from her&lt;br /&gt;visit to JoLynn way across the&lt;br /&gt;other side of the state.&lt;br /&gt;JoLynn and Flat Petunia had some&lt;br /&gt;wonderful adventures,&lt;br /&gt;including a trip through two other states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S25eR_mlf2I/AAAAAAAACuA/s2vwm2XZnTs/s1600-h/IMG_0020+copy+2+w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S25eR_mlf2I/AAAAAAAACuA/s2vwm2XZnTs/s400/IMG_0020+copy+2+w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435385463506829154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She traveled all over, learning about&lt;br /&gt;things that were made in Kansas City,&lt;br /&gt;gathering chocolates from their factories,&lt;br /&gt;visiting a Presidential library,&lt;br /&gt;working in the Pembrook Hill School bookstore,&lt;br /&gt;taking a trip to Crown Center,&lt;br /&gt;seeing the beautiful fountains,&lt;br /&gt;going to a minor league stadium,&lt;br /&gt;checking out the best barbecue spots in town,&lt;br /&gt;and visiting some very fancy shops and lunch spots.&lt;br /&gt;She even got stranded in a snow storm in&lt;br /&gt;Iowa with JoLynn and her other friend, Loydene!&lt;br /&gt;She was exhausted when she returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if I lay under a steam roller,&lt;br /&gt;would I flatten out enough to be mailed&lt;br /&gt;in an envelope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much, dear JoLynn,&lt;br /&gt;for making this a wonderful and educational&lt;br /&gt;experience for my little girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;You're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-458237237233998112?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/458237237233998112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=458237237233998112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/458237237233998112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/458237237233998112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/02/postman-rang-twice.html' title='The Postman Rang Twice'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S25eS5TdhDI/AAAAAAAACuQ/_0Xq_nUwQyg/s72-c/IMG_0001+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-9060442633235401848</id><published>2010-02-05T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:56:36.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2zLhEj0ljI/AAAAAAAACtA/jR5Ayf4KBeo/s1600-h/IMG_0239+copy+choc+ss+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2zLhEj0ljI/AAAAAAAACtA/jR5Ayf4KBeo/s400/IMG_0239+copy+choc+ss+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434942619349456434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-9060442633235401848?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/9060442633235401848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=9060442633235401848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/9060442633235401848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/9060442633235401848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2zLhEj0ljI/AAAAAAAACtA/jR5Ayf4KBeo/s72-c/IMG_0239+copy+choc+ss+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1606821158675041029</id><published>2010-02-01T22:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:48:59.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaboo</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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2es_EweSkI/AAAAAAAACsw/AVKJ9R0DYeE/s1600-h/IMG_0406+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2es_EweSkI/AAAAAAAACsw/AVKJ9R0DYeE/s400/IMG_0406+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433501675054582338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl worked for her chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't really in the mood to pose that day&lt;br /&gt;until I showed her the tube of m&amp;amp;m's I had&lt;br /&gt;hidden (from her mom) in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Just scroll on down and you will see that&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who was rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2es-34hwGI/AAAAAAAACso/AM12uWtiO-Y/s1600-h/falling+from+grace+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2es-34hwGI/AAAAAAAACso/AM12uWtiO-Y/s400/falling+from+grace+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433501671598702690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free-falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2esx2M7hVI/AAAAAAAACsg/Wq_DfYlvKCc/s1600-h/IMG_0131+copy+5x5+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2esx2M7hVI/AAAAAAAACsg/Wq_DfYlvKCc/s400/IMG_0131+copy+5x5+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433501447809107282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her beloved Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2esxrGuiMI/AAAAAAAACsY/ZqpLRY2cyuE/s1600-h/IMG_0319+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2esxrGuiMI/AAAAAAAACsY/ZqpLRY2cyuE/s400/IMG_0319+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433501444830300354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;champion twirler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2esxYUC7iI/AAAAAAAACsQ/whXGeZTh63M/s1600-h/IMG_0235+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2esxYUC7iI/AAAAAAAACsQ/whXGeZTh63M/s400/IMG_0235+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433501439785889314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pose got her a bonus extra handful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2eswynezAI/AAAAAAAACsI/qBPb_n9htzs/s1600-h/IMG_0176+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2eswynezAI/AAAAAAAACsI/qBPb_n9htzs/s400/IMG_0176+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433501429666860034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving the fancy tutu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Isaboo, for sharing&lt;br /&gt;your Saturday afternoon with me.&lt;br /&gt;I sure had fun.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2eswsmpJMI/AAAAAAAACsA/8uoqZ5An5UA/s1600-h/IMG_0010+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2eswsmpJMI/AAAAAAAACsA/8uoqZ5An5UA/s400/IMG_0010+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433501428052731074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1606821158675041029?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1606821158675041029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1606821158675041029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1606821158675041029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1606821158675041029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-savib.html' title='Isaboo'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S2es_EweSkI/AAAAAAAACsw/AVKJ9R0DYeE/s72-c/IMG_0406+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-584471388428308915</id><published>2010-01-25T18:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:02:30.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S14-OLCuVgI/AAAAAAAACqo/fYaW8DNWwqk/s1600-h/bebe+beethoven+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S14-OLCuVgI/AAAAAAAACqo/fYaW8DNWwqk/s400/bebe+beethoven+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430846613858702850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of my little girl's company today.&lt;br /&gt;She is a busy little thing, but so good.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if I would like a piano concert&lt;br /&gt;and I got a front row seat.&lt;br /&gt;Such talent at 18 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S14-NpkkfoI/AAAAAAAACqg/Mr_KAEmZSTo/s1600-h/baby+in+the+window+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S14-NpkkfoI/AAAAAAAACqg/Mr_KAEmZSTo/s400/baby+in+the+window+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430846604873858690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert she pushed a chair to the window.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like to miss any of the action going on around her.&lt;br /&gt;When she takes that "pas" out of her mouth&lt;br /&gt;you get to see those cute little teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be boring without this little midget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-584471388428308915?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/584471388428308915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=584471388428308915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/584471388428308915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/584471388428308915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-girl.html' title='The Little Girl'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S14-OLCuVgI/AAAAAAAACqo/fYaW8DNWwqk/s72-c/bebe+beethoven+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2320825830612500599</id><published>2010-01-25T10:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:02:52.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerging</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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S13NslCSY2I/AAAAAAAACqY/aRI6CXco7Fo/s1600-h/growing+up+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S13NslCSY2I/AAAAAAAACqY/aRI6CXco7Fo/s400/growing+up+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430722891418329954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was shooting this photo I was struck by how this little girl&lt;br /&gt;is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Gone is that sweet round face and the toothless grin of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I saw this through the lens, I could see the beautiful&lt;br /&gt;young lady that she is becoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it possible to be happy-sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2320825830612500599?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2320825830612500599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2320825830612500599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2320825830612500599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2320825830612500599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/emerging.html' title='Emerging'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S13NslCSY2I/AAAAAAAACqY/aRI6CXco7Fo/s72-c/growing+up+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8480852400918379675</id><published>2010-01-23T23:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:09:42.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onehundredphotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1vU0CRWXMI/AAAAAAAACp0/7z6nuD8jTfU/s400/100photos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430167766153190594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is this, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;It is something I found on this very cool blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onehundredphotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Hundred Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a theme yet,&lt;br /&gt;but here is a photo I shot today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1vVjFzTusI/AAAAAAAACp8/BxrjmZqI6fE/s1600-h/chloe+and+kennedy+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1vVjFzTusI/AAAAAAAACp8/BxrjmZqI6fE/s400/chloe+and+kennedy+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430168574554782402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two delightful girls&lt;br /&gt;who served me breakfast in bed&lt;br /&gt;this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my theme will be&lt;br /&gt;Nice Things&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8480852400918379675?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8480852400918379675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8480852400918379675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8480852400918379675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8480852400918379675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-project.html' title='New Project'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1vU0CRWXMI/AAAAAAAACp0/7z6nuD8jTfU/s72-c/100photos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-5944200853043752530</id><published>2010-01-17T19:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:04:59.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Lucky Dog's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1O_4I7hYlI/AAAAAAAACps/0e3Bjm2Odo4/s1600-h/Dog%27s+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1O_4I7hYlI/AAAAAAAACps/0e3Bjm2Odo4/s400/Dog%27s+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427892947102294610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;He's is the very pampered pet of my friend, Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;A full sized standard poodle, he stands taller than me&lt;br /&gt;on his two back legs.&lt;br /&gt;He is gentle enough to let her dress him up at will.&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was this very colorful, eclectic knit scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1O_345b_oI/AAAAAAAACpk/9SaUJjlLCCE/s1600-h/kip+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1O_345b_oI/AAAAAAAACpk/9SaUJjlLCCE/s400/kip+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427892942798585474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is Kip.&lt;br /&gt;He is the other very pampered dog of Sandy's.&lt;br /&gt;Kip will tolerate a bandana,&lt;br /&gt;but no scarf for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1O_3nzPIZI/AAAAAAAACpc/EdaXhr7bdLA/s1600-h/IMG_0034+copy+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1O_3nzPIZI/AAAAAAAACpc/EdaXhr7bdLA/s400/IMG_0034+copy+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427892938209173906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are all three of the pampered pooches,&lt;br /&gt;watching their mamma leave.&lt;br /&gt;Notice Beanie in the lower right window?&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like anyone near him.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson is on the far left,&lt;br /&gt;standing on the bench with his head&lt;br /&gt;touching the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye mamma!  We'll be waiting for you right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-5944200853043752530?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/5944200853043752530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=5944200853043752530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5944200853043752530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5944200853043752530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-lucky-dogs-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Lucky Dog&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S1O_4I7hYlI/AAAAAAAACps/0e3Bjm2Odo4/s72-c/Dog%27s+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-7093700453412904288</id><published>2010-01-11T21:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:15:11.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0voH4hygZI/AAAAAAAACpU/usqseqw7iCI/s1600-h/the+perfect+meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0voH4hygZI/AAAAAAAACpU/usqseqw7iCI/s400/the+perfect+meal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425685398228730258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Colleen, is known far and wide for her famous brisket.&lt;br /&gt;I drool when she tells me she is making a brisket.&lt;br /&gt;Her family risks life and limb to grab a piece before it is served.&lt;br /&gt;She made one last week.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who it was for?&lt;br /&gt;ME ME ME!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to dig in and savor each bite!&lt;br /&gt;Not only did she send me the brisket,&lt;br /&gt;but a fruit salad with my favorite - blackberries,&lt;br /&gt;the buns, provel cheese,&lt;br /&gt;and a yummy rice casserole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was heating the brisket last night&lt;br /&gt;people started coming over.&lt;br /&gt;What?  You're hungry?&lt;br /&gt;That smell?  I don't know what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I had to share, but nobody got to eat anything&lt;br /&gt;until I made this perfect little plate for me&lt;br /&gt;and took a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tribute to Colleen.&lt;br /&gt;Queen of Brisket (and many other things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed every single bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-7093700453412904288?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/7093700453412904288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=7093700453412904288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7093700453412904288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7093700453412904288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/delicious.html' title='Delicious!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0voH4hygZI/AAAAAAAACpU/usqseqw7iCI/s72-c/the+perfect+meal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1993517580605033845</id><published>2010-01-10T14:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:50:55.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Chill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0o8SbvQhsI/AAAAAAAACpM/3olwZVvNquU/s1600-h/IMG_0083+copy+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0o8SbvQhsI/AAAAAAAACpM/3olwZVvNquU/s400/IMG_0083+copy+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425214988502468290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't this a beautiful sunset? &lt;br /&gt;I took it while illegally parked down along the river.&lt;br /&gt;Across the road there was an open field with over 20 deer grazing.&lt;br /&gt;It was all just breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0o8LzX60sI/AAAAAAAACo8/X7P994bNst4/s1600-h/IMG_0073+copy+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0o8LzX60sI/AAAAAAAACo8/X7P994bNst4/s400/IMG_0073+copy+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425214874587943618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to imagine that there is beauty to be found&lt;br /&gt;in the frigid temperatures we are having.&lt;br /&gt;Glen found this for me and I went back late yesterday to shoot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is my statement of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be sharing on of the most thoughtful,&lt;br /&gt;nicest gifts that I received for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;It came from my very best friend,&lt;br /&gt;who also shares her birthday with me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday Colleen.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy your books as much&lt;br /&gt;as I will enjoy your gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another birthday shout out to my friend, Kayte.&lt;br /&gt;She also shares the same birthday as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Capricorn girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1993517580605033845?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1993517580605033845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1993517580605033845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1993517580605033845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1993517580605033845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-chill.html' title='The Big Chill'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0o8SbvQhsI/AAAAAAAACpM/3olwZVvNquU/s72-c/IMG_0083+copy+%28Large%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-3810743546802869595</id><published>2010-01-07T23:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:04:16.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJt5_X1JI/AAAAAAAACo0/M1Y6JV2qwGI/s1600-h/IMG_0005+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJt5_X1JI/AAAAAAAACo0/M1Y6JV2qwGI/s400/IMG_0005+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424244591712261266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing that I wasn't my old self this fall&lt;br /&gt;I was too late&lt;br /&gt;putting my clay pots away for the winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJtVY-g_I/AAAAAAAACos/Zz4W04j1pdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0011+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJtVY-g_I/AAAAAAAACos/Zz4W04j1pdQ/s400/IMG_0011+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424244581887542258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting the bird feeders cleaned and repaired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJtCDrAYI/AAAAAAAACok/kwM6_d0e-nA/s1600-h/IMG_0008+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJtCDrAYI/AAAAAAAACok/kwM6_d0e-nA/s400/IMG_0008+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424244576697909634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing in my little stone statues and furniture cushions&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJsihW7gI/AAAAAAAACoc/F1Xq-6ohss0/s1600-h/IMG_0007+w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJsihW7gI/AAAAAAAACoc/F1Xq-6ohss0/s400/IMG_0007+w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424244568232488450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;covering the patio furniture and umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(isn't that the most awesome window hanging? &lt;br /&gt;a gift from my best pal, Colleen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJsOnL-II/AAAAAAAACoU/-LUZaMOa3RU/s1600-h/IMG_0014+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJsOnL-II/AAAAAAAACoU/-LUZaMOa3RU/s400/IMG_0014+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424244562888226946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, getting in my new garden of Spring bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the conditions are of that "guaranteed to grow" promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-3810743546802869595?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/3810743546802869595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=3810743546802869595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3810743546802869595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3810743546802869595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-late.html' title='Too Late'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0bJt5_X1JI/AAAAAAAACo0/M1Y6JV2qwGI/s72-c/IMG_0005+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2020060906392723027</id><published>2010-01-04T23:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:31:06.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Berries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0LNUlOP8bI/AAAAAAAACoM/WG1lSq1YFMQ/s1600-h/snow+bweeies+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0LNUlOP8bI/AAAAAAAACoM/WG1lSq1YFMQ/s400/snow+bweeies+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423122654780453298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition.  What you'll discover will be wonderful.  What you'll discover is yourself.  ~Alan Alda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2020060906392723027?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2020060906392723027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2020060906392723027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2020060906392723027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2020060906392723027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-berries.html' title='Snow Berries'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0LNUlOP8bI/AAAAAAAACoM/WG1lSq1YFMQ/s72-c/snow+bweeies+%28Large%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4738551326622987180</id><published>2010-01-04T00:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:21:47.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2010 Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0GGNIEq4TI/AAAAAAAACoE/Pn9-DG22-lk/s1600-h/transition+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0GGNIEq4TI/AAAAAAAACoE/Pn9-DG22-lk/s400/transition+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422762986394280242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRANSITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[noun - movement, passage, or change&lt;br /&gt;from one position, state, stage, subject&lt;br /&gt;concept, etc., to another]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table style="width: 577px; height: 48px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That is my 2010 word.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to write another chapter in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Step onto a new path.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, finally become dead serious about my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I vow to stay out of Barnes &amp;amp; Noble for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4738551326622987180?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4738551326622987180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4738551326622987180' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4738551326622987180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4738551326622987180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-2010-word.html' title='My 2010 Word'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0GGNIEq4TI/AAAAAAAACoE/Pn9-DG22-lk/s72-c/transition+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8851745949467716834</id><published>2010-01-02T22:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:57:53.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles of Memories</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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0AhTdpE4KI/AAAAAAAACn0/VoPpX92AWZA/s1600-h/Rest+in+peace+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0AhTdpE4KI/AAAAAAAACn0/VoPpX92AWZA/s400/Rest+in+peace+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422370569612222626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ode to Chloe's Pink Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little pink shoes, so loved and so cherished&lt;br /&gt;Had to be put to rest as the shine did perish.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, they no longer fit the little girl who loved them so.&lt;br /&gt;They took her many places, with so many more to go.&lt;br /&gt;One day they were shiny and new&lt;br /&gt;but the miles were hard on those pink shoes.&lt;br /&gt;They traveled to school, on field trips, to church,&lt;br /&gt;shopping, and movies, then home on their perch.&lt;br /&gt;They jumped rope, rode a bike,&lt;br /&gt;fast on a scooter, took many hikes.&lt;br /&gt;They were good sturdy shoes for the girl's little feet&lt;br /&gt;but now it is time&lt;br /&gt;for this little shrine&lt;br /&gt;to be put in the scrapbook of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8851745949467716834?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8851745949467716834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8851745949467716834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8851745949467716834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8851745949467716834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/miles-of-memories.html' title='Miles of Memories'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/S0AhTdpE4KI/AAAAAAAACn0/VoPpX92AWZA/s72-c/Rest+in+peace+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1269090121035135081</id><published>2010-01-01T23:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:29:20.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sz7l0ZDr1MI/AAAAAAAACns/Q_rb2gomt0E/s1600-h/IMG_0790+copy+horses+copy+w+pan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sz7l0ZDr1MI/AAAAAAAACns/Q_rb2gomt0E/s400/IMG_0790+copy+horses+copy+w+pan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422023689642955970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother was sweet enough to notice that I had brought my camera along&lt;br /&gt;when we had to run out to do some errands. &lt;br /&gt;After the errands were done, she asked me if I had wanted to take some photos.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if she didn't mind driving in the snow.  (she's getting pretty brave)&lt;br /&gt;I had this place in mind to shoot the big old tree. &lt;br /&gt;What a bonus it was when she went down a side road, looking for a good&lt;br /&gt;spot to park, that these four beautiful horses were feeding!&lt;br /&gt;As I was aiming my camera out the window, the black one in the&lt;br /&gt;pretty red coat turned, looked straight at me, as if to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sz7lyHnL9qI/AAAAAAAACnk/LsZhafxp4UQ/s1600-h/horses+in+the+snow+copy+w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sz7lyHnL9qI/AAAAAAAACnk/LsZhafxp4UQ/s400/horses+in+the+snow+copy+w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422023650600285858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was as if he was saying "Here you go.  Take this photo that will get&lt;br /&gt;you really excited.  I'm not going to stand here all day like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, black beauty!  What a great way to start my 2010 portfolio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to All.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1269090121035135081?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1269090121035135081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1269090121035135081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1269090121035135081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1269090121035135081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html' title='Welcome 2010'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sz7l0ZDr1MI/AAAAAAAACns/Q_rb2gomt0E/s72-c/IMG_0790+copy+horses+copy+w+pan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8308236009531650043</id><published>2009-12-30T16:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:38:09.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chef Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzvS91JtJiI/AAAAAAAACnc/AJYY5L84dfI/s1600-h/IMG_0160+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzvS91JtJiI/AAAAAAAACnc/AJYY5L84dfI/s400/IMG_0160+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421158536152163874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For years my sister's culinary skills have been, how can I say this nicely,&lt;br /&gt;a little below sub-standard level.&lt;br /&gt;Take the time that she proudly served pork chops that had been&lt;br /&gt;breaded with Raisin Bran (she thought it was like Corn Flakes).&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that my nieces and nephews thought for years&lt;br /&gt;that the smoke alarm was the dinner bell.&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine the shock and delighted surprise I had&lt;br /&gt;when she proudly walked in with this beautiful platter of&lt;br /&gt;home-made items. &lt;br /&gt;And they were GOOD!  I mean really good!&lt;br /&gt;For two weeks she would come home from work every day&lt;br /&gt;and bake or make some kind of treat.&lt;br /&gt;All of us got something, but I think mine was the best.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you, little sister!&lt;br /&gt;Just wait until next Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;No more "just bring soda" for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzvS9v3-wFI/AAAAAAAACnU/FC-L8fNNXzo/s1600-h/IMG_0217+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzvS9v3-wFI/AAAAAAAACnU/FC-L8fNNXzo/s400/IMG_0217+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421158534735642706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I, on the other hand, have always loved to cook and bake.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the movie Julie &amp;amp; Julia I just had to get my hands&lt;br /&gt;on that cookbook.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say.........this book was published in 1961 when most&lt;br /&gt;women were home all day and could start dinner at 1 o'clock in&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I planned a special meal for my special husband.&lt;br /&gt;His favorite vegetable is asparagus. &lt;br /&gt;According to Julia, asparagus is no good unless it is peeled.&lt;br /&gt;By hand.  With a paring knife.&lt;br /&gt;I had bought 2 bunches, so it took me 45 minutes just to do that task.&lt;br /&gt;I soaked them in one pot as I peeled them, while a second pot&lt;br /&gt;was on the stove with the water preparing to boil for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;After ransacking the house for twine, I tied the asparagus into&lt;br /&gt;their little bundles and dropped them in the pot.&lt;br /&gt;On to the hollandaise sauce. &lt;br /&gt;Actually, mine turned out perfect the first time, but took&lt;br /&gt;forever to make, and again, several dirty dishes in the making of it.&lt;br /&gt;The beef was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Add some plain buttered noodles, a salad&lt;br /&gt;(with bottled dressing) and we had a wonderful meal.&lt;br /&gt;Glen was absolutely impressed and appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted.  My kitchen was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzvS9dfoyTI/AAAAAAAACnM/Rd_VJljwcAM/s1600-h/IMG_0175+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzvS9dfoyTI/AAAAAAAACnM/Rd_VJljwcAM/s400/IMG_0175+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421158529801701682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, sister, here's to us.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is what we were really cut out for anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Ball gowns and (good) beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8308236009531650043?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8308236009531650043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8308236009531650043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8308236009531650043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8308236009531650043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/12/chef-academy.html' title='Chef Academy'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzvS91JtJiI/AAAAAAAACnc/AJYY5L84dfI/s72-c/IMG_0160+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-333545699343820274</id><published>2009-12-29T22:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:45:39.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another year gone by,&lt;br /&gt;another Christmas gone by.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left but wrapping and trash&lt;br /&gt;that won't be picked up until next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;However, I keep the smiles and warm memories&lt;br /&gt;of my favorite moments all year long.&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrXps1y4VI/AAAAAAAACms/LPtWVbuepo0/s1600-h/IMG_0074+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrXps1y4VI/AAAAAAAACms/LPtWVbuepo0/s400/IMG_0074+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420882212905214290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my little Einstein getting his laptop from mom &amp;amp; dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was so surprised!  I can't believe they kept it secret from him.&lt;br /&gt;Now he wants to go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble with me for the Wi-fi&lt;br /&gt;(whatever that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrXf2iIsQI/AAAAAAAACmk/9Z-kxbJvexw/s1600-h/IMG_0176+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrXf2iIsQI/AAAAAAAACmk/9Z-kxbJvexw/s400/IMG_0176+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420882043708420354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing makes my mom happier than a hug from one of her grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;Especially this little one.  She doesn't give them out too often, but great-gram&lt;br /&gt;always gets one from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrXfVvucEI/AAAAAAAACmc/ujgZt94Ubro/s1600-h/IMG_0152+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrXfVvucEI/AAAAAAAACmc/ujgZt94Ubro/s400/IMG_0152+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420882034907050050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's this?  Little Miss Smarty-pants got a laptop from Santa?&lt;br /&gt;You bet.  Just like Ralphie in A Christmas Story who only wanted&lt;br /&gt;a red ranger rifle.  All Chloe wanted was a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;How could Santa not see that she got one?&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrXe8Vd_aI/AAAAAAAACmU/sZ5GrOGnAFE/s1600-h/IMG_0157+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrXe8Vd_aI/AAAAAAAACmU/sZ5GrOGnAFE/s400/IMG_0157+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420882028086033826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Grandpa could you pretty please hook up wireless internet for me?"&lt;br /&gt;(it was in the next day)&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrW_LCgTPI/AAAAAAAACmM/WAG-q-C5DVM/s1600-h/IMG_0166+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrW_LCgTPI/AAAAAAAACmM/WAG-q-C5DVM/s400/IMG_0166+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420881482277211378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's that sweet little Grace with the pretty face again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrW-_XwuYI/AAAAAAAACmE/WdQZe0NIoRs/s1600-h/IMG_0139+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrW-_XwuYI/AAAAAAAACmE/WdQZe0NIoRs/s400/IMG_0139+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420881479145142658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talk about sweet.......little Lexi is one of the very sweetest girls I know. &lt;br /&gt;She is my great-niece and one of Chloe's best buddies.&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrW-shujTI/AAAAAAAACl8/AtbmlhQwWAc/s1600-h/IMG_0100+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrW-shujTI/AAAAAAAACl8/AtbmlhQwWAc/s400/IMG_0100+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420881474086669618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honk! Honk! Outta my way!&lt;br /&gt;It's the naked baby behind the wheel of her&lt;br /&gt;cartoon car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrW-RlFbFI/AAAAAAAACl0/xbGB_hMQIKw/s1600-h/IMG_0137+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrW-RlFbFI/AAAAAAAACl0/xbGB_hMQIKw/s400/IMG_0137+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420881466852994130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of a set of twins.  This is Kylie and her mamma. &lt;br /&gt;She is my great niece also.  They are adorable!&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrW9061d9I/AAAAAAAACls/HNkcGrnBjZc/s1600-h/IMG_0193+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrW9061d9I/AAAAAAAACls/HNkcGrnBjZc/s400/IMG_0193+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420881459159594962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey! Who gave me these fake pearls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.....the biggest surprise.&lt;br /&gt;My sister actually baked!  And it was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-333545699343820274?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/333545699343820274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=333545699343820274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/333545699343820274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/333545699343820274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-holiday-people.html' title='My Holiday People'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzrXps1y4VI/AAAAAAAACms/LPtWVbuepo0/s72-c/IMG_0074+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-5185926181654529549</id><published>2009-12-29T00:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:38:09.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My holiday home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmwHQMXKKI/AAAAAAAAClk/-nqS2yoXoQg/s1600-h/IMG_0059+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmwHQMXKKI/AAAAAAAAClk/-nqS2yoXoQg/s400/IMG_0059+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420557265169492130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things were done simply this year, due to my inability to climb a ladder&lt;br /&gt;(or the basement stairs for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;All in all I was happy with how the holiday spirit and a few decorations&lt;br /&gt;were in my home this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmwGz1EO4I/AAAAAAAAClc/RCwK6rsseIk/s1600-h/IMG_0048+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmwGz1EO4I/AAAAAAAAClc/RCwK6rsseIk/s400/IMG_0048+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420557257555590018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what was hanging from my dining room chandelier.  A little greenery&lt;br /&gt;and a few of my Shiny Brite ornaments that were my grandmothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmwGsg095I/AAAAAAAAClU/VRQ_UxHmLI0/s1600-h/IMG_0014+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmwGsg095I/AAAAAAAAClU/VRQ_UxHmLI0/s400/IMG_0014+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420557255591655314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My antique sled that stood by the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmwGV5tKaI/AAAAAAAAClM/VshoZ_q_E9c/s1600-h/IMG_0009+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmwGV5tKaI/AAAAAAAAClM/VshoZ_q_E9c/s400/IMG_0009+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420557249521985954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three little frosty's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Szmvf_POPCI/AAAAAAAAClE/7qA1C4UJMeE/s1600-h/IMG_0028+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Szmvf_POPCI/AAAAAAAAClE/7qA1C4UJMeE/s400/IMG_0028+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420556590603189282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindsay put the greenery on my breakfast room chandelier. &lt;br /&gt;I think I might keep it up all winter.  I love those snow berries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmvfmNDiDI/AAAAAAAACk8/b4Iwtm1Wa6I/s1600-h/IMG_0022+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmvfmNDiDI/AAAAAAAACk8/b4Iwtm1Wa6I/s400/IMG_0022+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420556583883212850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Santa, circa 1956.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmvfXxgs2I/AAAAAAAACk0/AL0y62WUEIA/s1600-h/IMG_0024+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmvfXxgs2I/AAAAAAAACk0/AL0y62WUEIA/s400/IMG_0024+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420556580009587554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very simple mantle this year.  Glen &amp;amp; I decided it would be nice to have&lt;br /&gt;nothing more than our favorite photos of our dads nestled in a some snowflakes&lt;br /&gt;with a few white lights.  It made us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Szmve8-R7_I/AAAAAAAACks/e5bRN3cxfmo/s1600-h/IMG_0021+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Szmve8-R7_I/AAAAAAAACks/e5bRN3cxfmo/s400/IMG_0021+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420556572815388658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This ornament makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmveuNbYzI/AAAAAAAACkk/5hNFVo-07Sk/s1600-h/IMG_0017+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmveuNbYzI/AAAAAAAACkk/5hNFVo-07Sk/s400/IMG_0017+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420556568852390706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ho Ho Ho photo frames that never got any photos&lt;br /&gt;looked pretty sitting on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.........&lt;br /&gt;a few of my favorite people shots from Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-5185926181654529549?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/5185926181654529549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=5185926181654529549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5185926181654529549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5185926181654529549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-holiday-home.html' title='My holiday home'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SzmwHQMXKKI/AAAAAAAAClk/-nqS2yoXoQg/s72-c/IMG_0059+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2195087668757312908</id><published>2009-12-21T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:13:42.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it!  I WON the contest I just blogged about!&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo excited for myself! :)  A perfect weekend with Karen Carey&lt;br /&gt;at her Art &amp;amp; Commerce Workshop!  What a lucky girl I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics today, but a funny story.&lt;br /&gt;My two nieces, ages 8 &amp;amp; 11, are staying with us for a couple days&lt;br /&gt;over their Christmas holiday.  Add to that Peyton, 10 and Chloe 9,&lt;br /&gt;of course our little miss, 17 mos. old.  We have been having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;At 1pm this afternoon I was in the kitchen, still hadn't even brushed&lt;br /&gt;my teeth or taken a shower yet, wearing one of Glen's flannel shirts,&lt;br /&gt;my red &amp;amp; white snowflake pj bottoms, when the doorbell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 4 big kids ran to see who it was.  They flung the door open and&lt;br /&gt;one of them yelled "It's the man from TV".  What?  "You know that&lt;br /&gt;man from TV for Christmas!" they repeated excitedly.  OMG! Was&lt;br /&gt;this a newsperson, did I win the Pub. Clearing house sweepstake?&lt;br /&gt;What were they talking about?  They kept calling me to hurry to the door.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.....I'll either be humiliated or looked at like a crazy lady, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the door to see the Incredible Edibles delivery guy, doing&lt;br /&gt;his best to keep from cracking up.  It was just like the commercial&lt;br /&gt;we had seen last night for those gorgeous carved fruit bouquets!&lt;br /&gt;A lovely gift from our thoughtful Pittsfield folks.  A delicious gift too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we came in, took photos of it, then proceeded to carefully pull out&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate covered strawberries, followed by grapes, cantaloupe,&lt;br /&gt;and fresh pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;What a welcome surprise it turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm not going to be on tv.  (whew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much, Jim &amp;amp; Brenda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2195087668757312908?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2195087668757312908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2195087668757312908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2195087668757312908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2195087668757312908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-won.html' title='I WON!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-3118509478270595189</id><published>2009-12-18T20:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:32:52.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish #11</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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Syw5DAGNLpI/AAAAAAAACkc/u4tsLgYe-lA/s1600-h/workshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Syw5DAGNLpI/AAAAAAAACkc/u4tsLgYe-lA/s400/workshop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416767175548284562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designaglowblog.com/"&gt;Design Aglow&lt;/a&gt; has done it again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drooling and gasping over new information they&lt;br /&gt;have put into my head.&lt;br /&gt;They have the greatest products and information for&lt;br /&gt;photographers, really cutting edge stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I love getting their loaded to the brim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designaglow.com/store/category/36/ARTICLE-COLLECTIONS"&gt;Article Collections&lt;/a&gt; - every issue is always full of&lt;br /&gt;things that help me out as both a photographer&lt;br /&gt;and a business owner.&lt;br /&gt;The blog is full of shares from other photogs&lt;br /&gt;using their products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are having this workshop........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the images alone make me drool. &lt;br /&gt;Look at that charming studio! (gasping)&lt;br /&gt;If anyone (Santa) is wondering what to get&lt;br /&gt;the girl who says she has everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karencareyphoto.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; would make me really, really happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now......&lt;br /&gt;back to our regular programming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-3118509478270595189?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/3118509478270595189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=3118509478270595189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3118509478270595189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3118509478270595189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-11.html' title='Wish #11'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Syw5DAGNLpI/AAAAAAAACkc/u4tsLgYe-lA/s72-c/workshop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-9062539259679530905</id><published>2009-12-18T00:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:51:30.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Syskq98ZeCI/AAAAAAAACkU/rabsmhpEBJk/s1600-h/IMG_0563+copy+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Syskq98ZeCI/AAAAAAAACkU/rabsmhpEBJk/s400/IMG_0563+copy+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416463297444149282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you wish upon a star...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top Ten Wish List for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;1.  That I will get to wear 2 shoes&lt;br /&gt;2.  All of our large, white outdoor lights will change into colored bulbs&lt;br /&gt;3.  I will escape the flu&lt;br /&gt;4.  My family will escape the flu (so I don't get it)&lt;br /&gt;5.  All my photos will be straight again (when I get to wear 2 shoes)&lt;br /&gt;6.  The house will be clean on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;7.  The elves will come in and wrap all my gifts&lt;br /&gt;8.  I get a seat in church on Christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;9.  We will have snow (just a little) on Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;10. That everyone remembers what we are really celebrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-9062539259679530905?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/9062539259679530905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=9062539259679530905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/9062539259679530905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/9062539259679530905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Syskq98ZeCI/AAAAAAAACkU/rabsmhpEBJk/s72-c/IMG_0563+copy+%28Large%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8056966852032100090</id><published>2009-12-14T14:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:06:44.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>another thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaZ_KG1C7I/AAAAAAAACkM/GvVNeq6AfgI/s1600-h/IMG_0184+copy+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaZ_KG1C7I/AAAAAAAACkM/GvVNeq6AfgI/s400/IMG_0184+copy+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415184912283405234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just had to throw this one in because it's so dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaZ--Vgb8I/AAAAAAAACkE/lOWIK_uvCks/s1600-h/IMG_0175+copy+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaZ--Vgb8I/AAAAAAAACkE/lOWIK_uvCks/s400/IMG_0175+copy+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415184909123743682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an elf in the true sense of the word. &lt;br /&gt;She has helped me so much over the past 2 months.......&lt;br /&gt;painting and decorating my living room and dining room,&lt;br /&gt;hauling tables and chairs around for Thanksgiving,&lt;br /&gt;cleaning my house, running errands,&lt;br /&gt;all while taking care of her own little family&lt;br /&gt;and working.&lt;br /&gt;I love this little elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Linz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8056966852032100090?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8056966852032100090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8056966852032100090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8056966852032100090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8056966852032100090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-thank-you.html' title='another thank you'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaZ_KG1C7I/AAAAAAAACkM/GvVNeq6AfgI/s72-c/IMG_0184+copy+%28Large%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8491524258452749731</id><published>2009-12-14T13:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:58:30.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another thing checked off the list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaYFG4GLbI/AAAAAAAACj8/dnI_GwXw4ek/s1600-h/IMG_0017+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaYFG4GLbI/AAAAAAAACj8/dnI_GwXw4ek/s400/IMG_0017+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415182815472266674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the house that Pam built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaYEyesa0I/AAAAAAAACj0/uawz-11wafU/s1600-h/grandma%27s+candy+elves+2009+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaYEyesa0I/AAAAAAAACj0/uawz-11wafU/s400/grandma%27s+candy+elves+2009+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415182809997011778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the kids to pose with the house that Pam built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaYEYHajoI/AAAAAAAACjs/XgnRZl9mXY0/s1600-h/2009+christmas+card+shoot+collage+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaYEYHajoI/AAAAAAAACjs/XgnRZl9mXY0/s400/2009+christmas+card+shoot+collage+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415182802920050306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the outtakes of the photos of the kids&lt;br /&gt;who were supposed to pose&lt;br /&gt;in the house that Pam built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year.........Hallmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8491524258452749731?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8491524258452749731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8491524258452749731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8491524258452749731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8491524258452749731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-thing-checked-off-list.html' title='Another thing checked off the list.'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyaYFG4GLbI/AAAAAAAACj8/dnI_GwXw4ek/s72-c/IMG_0017+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8391592727687252552</id><published>2009-12-11T00:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:29:00.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHlbG8UzyI/AAAAAAAACjk/bpYg8edgpLA/s1600-h/dirty+birdie+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHlbG8UzyI/AAAAAAAACjk/bpYg8edgpLA/s400/dirty+birdie+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413860480958910242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No Parking.  That's what the sign said.&lt;br /&gt;The little birdie didn't pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;Neither did my mother.  I wanted that shot.&lt;br /&gt;She parked so I could get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHjPL5qg3I/AAAAAAAACjc/ErJHVD1dc5Y/s1600-h/His+sunset+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHjPL5qg3I/AAAAAAAACjc/ErJHVD1dc5Y/s400/His+sunset+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413858077108241266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I downloaded my CF card tonight and found that I had only taken 167 photos since October 31st.&lt;br /&gt;That's just not like me.  I usually do that in my backyard.  Half of them were taken while sitting in a wicker chair on the front lawn shooting away while my daughter power washed the front porch.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell I was on drugs (legitimately, recovering from a minor surgery).  So I had to throw those out right off the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHjO-nxTdI/AAAAAAAACjU/7vgITTyCwUo/s1600-h/tech+dream+cottleville+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHjO-nxTdI/AAAAAAAACjU/7vgITTyCwUo/s400/tech+dream+cottleville+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413858073543527890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ones that I'm sharing here were taken from the car as my mom was driving me around.&lt;br /&gt;Bless her heart.  She's been my chauffeur, nurse, maid, laundress, and cook for the past four weeks.  Add to that, my photo assistant.  She really wants me to get well now.  It's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHjOlYYqUI/AAAAAAAACjM/hTVu6SVXXa8/s1600-h/grazing+alone+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHjOlYYqUI/AAAAAAAACjM/hTVu6SVXXa8/s400/grazing+alone+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413858066768111938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to these photos. These were taken at dusk in Cottleville, along Highway N.  Those familiar with that winding road, especially at that time of day, know that there is more traffic than there should be and it's not easy to pull over or slow down to shoot which is why I've never had the opportunity to take some of these in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHjOoYuvaI/AAAAAAAACjE/KKm2CT6kMT4/s1600-h/grazing+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHjOoYuvaI/AAAAAAAACjE/KKm2CT6kMT4/s400/grazing+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413858067574865314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My chauffeur found a good spot to get off the road.  She even inched along and slammed her brakes on (whiplash) when I asked her, politely, to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really wants me to get well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the halfway point today.&lt;br /&gt;This road to recovery has been a long one,&lt;br /&gt;and I've got some new CF cards to fill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8391592727687252552?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8391592727687252552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8391592727687252552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8391592727687252552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8391592727687252552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/12/road-to-recovery.html' title='Road to recovery'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SyHlbG8UzyI/AAAAAAAACjk/bpYg8edgpLA/s72-c/dirty+birdie+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-3676360529588341195</id><published>2009-11-13T23:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:13:42.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little share of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sv47NC56tZI/AAAAAAAACi0/Ys0Kyno3WRA/s1600-h/LHP+Elijah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sv47NC56tZI/AAAAAAAACi0/Ys0Kyno3WRA/s400/LHP+Elijah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403821698195305874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my last Littlest Heroes shoot with the charming Elijah.  He was such a joy to work with and a very, very smart little guy.  I was glad that Jeff captured these photos for me while I was working.  There's no better payment than a genuine hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sv47M9GSWTI/AAAAAAAACis/xZJVOD8RF6s/s1600-h/IMG_0088+w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sv47M9GSWTI/AAAAAAAACis/xZJVOD8RF6s/s400/IMG_0088+w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403821696636574002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of a little bit of love........this sweet little baby, Charlie, just happens to be one bundle of joy in the true sense.  See how proud his new parents are?  I hear that the entire family is pretty smitten with this little boy.  What a cutie.  I could have taken him home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sv47MsbP_3I/AAAAAAAACik/TFwe7l33ouw/s1600-h/IMG_0020+w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sv47MsbP_3I/AAAAAAAACik/TFwe7l33ouw/s400/IMG_0020+w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403821692161097586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a foot to heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-3676360529588341195?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/3676360529588341195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=3676360529588341195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3676360529588341195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3676360529588341195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-share-of-love.html' title='A little share of love'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sv47NC56tZI/AAAAAAAACi0/Ys0Kyno3WRA/s72-c/LHP+Elijah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-5978925266432957499</id><published>2009-10-26T21:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:40:51.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>East meets West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SuZb8gbdhtI/AAAAAAAACiU/nk1ZtFnPoJg/s1600-h/3+amigos+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SuZb8gbdhtI/AAAAAAAACiU/nk1ZtFnPoJg/s400/3+amigos+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397102298505512658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lovely friends, Loydene and JoLynn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SuZb8WRapPI/AAAAAAAACiM/W1O66cvxBOY/s1600-h/LAB%27s+green+sofa+frmd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SuZb8WRapPI/AAAAAAAACiM/W1O66cvxBOY/s400/LAB%27s+green+sofa+frmd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397102295779026162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loydene relaxing on her dream sofa at Neil Hill's in Briarcliff.  See the lovely view from the second floor window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SuZb8I2sGbI/AAAAAAAACiE/A1aV0aVTrfE/s1600-h/talks+with+hands+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SuZb8I2sGbI/AAAAAAAACiE/A1aV0aVTrfE/s400/talks+with+hands+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397102292177263026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisa tells us one of her entertaining stories, using her hands of course, while waiting for our delicious lunch at The Webster House. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, JoLynn, the Mac'n cheese was to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-5978925266432957499?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/5978925266432957499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=5978925266432957499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5978925266432957499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5978925266432957499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/10/east-meets-west.html' title='East meets West'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SuZb8gbdhtI/AAAAAAAACiU/nk1ZtFnPoJg/s72-c/3+amigos+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-210719234328230609</id><published>2009-10-25T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:54:34.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SuZgLtUxYTI/AAAAAAAACic/V_LFRMcVIEA/s1600-h/rend+lake+last+morning+2009+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SuZgLtUxYTI/AAAAAAAACic/V_LFRMcVIEA/s400/rend+lake+last+morning+2009+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106957711663410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the last morning of our weekend at Rend Lake this year.&lt;br /&gt;I got up early to have a cup of coffee on the deck and had to run back in for&lt;br /&gt;my camera when I saw how beautiful the day was beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first year that I didn't take any photos of my dear old friends, but I will think of them when I see this scenic photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time Colleen, Karen, Dan, and Jerry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-210719234328230609?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/210719234328230609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=210719234328230609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/210719234328230609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/210719234328230609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-was-last-morning-of-our-weekend-at.html' title='Fall Weekend'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SuZgLtUxYTI/AAAAAAAACic/V_LFRMcVIEA/s72-c/rend+lake+last+morning+2009+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1759276980385306675</id><published>2009-10-02T22:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:17:38.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://help-portrait.com/img/Help-Portrait-Logo-lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 139px;" src="http://help-portrait.com/img/Help-Portrait-Logo-lowres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://help-portrait.com/img/Help-Portrait-Logo-Hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://help-portrait.com/img/Help-Portrait-Logo-Hires.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was recently brought to my attention through one of the many photo related blogs that I visit regularly.  What a wonderful idea Jeremy Cowart has come up with.  Please take a minute to go &lt;a href="http://community.help-portrait.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and look at the his video explaining what this is all about.  The nice thing is, you don't have to be a photographer to participate.  There will be needs for many areas.  Just go take a look&lt;a href="http://community.help-portrait.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself.  Then I ask you to please join me at the &lt;a href="http://community.help-portrait.com/group/stcharlesmo"&gt;St. Charles, MO&lt;/a&gt; group then go add a comment on &lt;a href="http://community.help-portrait.com/profile/PamLandolt"&gt;my page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1759276980385306675?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1759276980385306675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1759276980385306675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1759276980385306675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1759276980385306675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/10/giving-back.html' title='Giving Back'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1172577580592287453</id><published>2009-09-28T23:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:20:56.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strolling down Main</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SsGLFvR8zII/AAAAAAAAChk/eJaQDsdpsQ8/s1600-h/framed+on+main+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SsGLFvR8zII/AAAAAAAAChk/eJaQDsdpsQ8/s400/framed+on+main+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386739560019184770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I was thinking that I needed to increase my happy meds.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I went back to a happy place.&lt;br /&gt;Life is hectic, but so full of rewards.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1172577580592287453?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1172577580592287453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1172577580592287453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1172577580592287453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1172577580592287453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/09/strolling-down-main.html' title='Strolling down Main'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SsGLFvR8zII/AAAAAAAAChk/eJaQDsdpsQ8/s72-c/framed+on+main+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2452857321784237191</id><published>2009-09-16T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:08:29.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidly Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did a post-wedding shoot tonight for two people that I truly love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryan is my godson and he brought Kristen into our family circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a solid foundation for him, and he is a rock for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together they have a beautiful family, which I will share with you next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the meantime, here are a couple of my favorites from this evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SrG0d6h_QFI/AAAAAAAAChU/j0ODDWHzoGw/s1600-h/solid+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382281455705473106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SrG0d6h_QFI/AAAAAAAAChU/j0ODDWHzoGw/s200/solid+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A solid foundation for the two of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SrG0dRXyX0I/AAAAAAAAChM/yEUV07AjgyA/s1600-h/enchanted+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382281444656832322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SrG0dRXyX0I/AAAAAAAAChM/yEUV07AjgyA/s200/enchanted+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are, ending the evening, with a group of their fans cheering them on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they didn't pay attention.  They had their own little private moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love and happiness to both of you and your perfect little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SrG0J4sshYI/AAAAAAAAChE/Q43l414otlg/s1600-h/solid+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SrG0JYWYZJI/AAAAAAAACg8/bsdJ-pgps7M/s1600-h/enchanted+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2452857321784237191?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2452857321784237191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2452857321784237191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2452857321784237191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2452857321784237191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/09/solidly-enchanted.html' title='Solidly Enchanted'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SrG0d6h_QFI/AAAAAAAAChU/j0ODDWHzoGw/s72-c/solid+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8929593382059604796</id><published>2009-09-13T21:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:10:30.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sq25sDCcXYI/AAAAAAAACg0/r4wb5hJQZ-M/s1600-h/going+green+ttv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sq25sDCcXYI/AAAAAAAACg0/r4wb5hJQZ-M/s320/going+green+ttv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381161296158547330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my Top Ten List of things I like to do, one of them is spending the day at the Botanical Gardens.  We have a beautiful garden in my city and it is a never ending source of pleasure and wonder for the senses.  Last week I spent the entire day wondering through the gardens until they were kicking us out at closing time.  I even discovered two gardens that I have previously not seen.  As an added bonus for myself, two good friends were my garden buddies for the day.  One of them a Master Gardner.  That really put a new twist on all the flora - actually learning the names and not just trying to describe to my local nursery "the pretty green plants with leaves that are sort of small, rounded with a point, and tiny purple - or was it yellow - flowers in either the spring or fall".  Now I am armed with a little notebook with the species name and gender.  The other bonus was having a buddy along who would sneak off with me to smoke.  It was the perfect day.  I am going to schedule more of these on my calendar.  We need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's a trip without yet another shot of the gorgeous Chihuly chandelier?  Here's the latest and I love it still.  That piece of art always takes my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sq25rmG0_YI/AAAAAAAACgs/gBc7H2PQ_pM/s1600-h/chihuly+frmd+%28Medium%29.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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sq25rmG0_YI/AAAAAAAACgs/gBc7H2PQ_pM/s320/chihuly+frmd+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381161288392310146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night we attended a trivia night fundraiser for a family member who is battling cancer.&lt;br /&gt;He is 21 years old.  I am happy to report that his mamma found him treatment in another state that seems to be working.  We were so very thankful to have heard that wonderful news.&lt;br /&gt;The event also raised several thousand dollars to help defray some of the expenses.  It just goes to show that miracles DO happen and that there is nothing stronger than family pulling together to help one another.  It warmed my heart to witness such happenings.&lt;br /&gt;D, you are in our thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - for the inquiring minds who wondered about my search parameters when I found the amazing boots, in my defense I did find these &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=980046&amp;amp;parentid=HOME-NEW&amp;amp;pushId=HOME-NEW&amp;amp;popId=HOME&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=270&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=042&amp;amp;colorName=DARK%20BLUE"&gt;draperies&lt;/a&gt; on that same site first.  See Exhibit A below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/980046_042_e"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/980046_042_e" alt="" 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/13597149-8929593382059604796?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8929593382059604796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8929593382059604796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8929593382059604796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8929593382059604796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-green.html' title='Going Green'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sq25sDCcXYI/AAAAAAAACg0/r4wb5hJQZ-M/s72-c/going+green+ttv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8913447500061019353</id><published>2009-09-11T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:13:23.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a Sis a Camera.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SqsRUNTpjxI/AAAAAAAACgk/NM8cLX0QquY/s1600-h/church+frm+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SqsRUNTpjxI/AAAAAAAACgk/NM8cLX0QquY/s320/church+frm+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380413218691321618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is what she sees.&lt;br /&gt;What a pretty photo.&lt;br /&gt;It has my 3 essentials for landscape -&lt;br /&gt;a beginning (foreground greenery)&lt;br /&gt;a middle (church and buildings)&lt;br /&gt;and an end (background forest).&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, little sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8913447500061019353?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8913447500061019353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8913447500061019353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8913447500061019353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8913447500061019353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/09/give-sis-camera.html' title='Give a Sis a Camera.....'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SqsRUNTpjxI/AAAAAAAACgk/NM8cLX0QquY/s72-c/church+frm+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8483230815333081028</id><published>2009-09-08T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:46:50.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little retail therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/940061_020_b?$redesign-openLarger$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 676px;" src="http://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/940061_020_b?$redesign-openLarger$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am supposed to be finding the perfect drapes for my newly remodeled dining room.&lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=940061&amp;amp;parentid=SHOES-BOOTS&amp;amp;pushId=SHOES-BOOTS&amp;amp;popId=SHOESBAGS&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=60&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=020&amp;amp;colorName=BROWN&amp;amp;isSubcategory=true"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; luscious leathers that I think would be a much wiser investment.&lt;br /&gt;I think they would even help me take better photos.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I could just make a statement this Thanksgiving with some silk floral on the drapery rod, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8483230815333081028?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8483230815333081028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8483230815333081028' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8483230815333081028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8483230815333081028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-retail-therapy.html' title='A little retail therapy'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-7286164903517381030</id><published>2009-09-07T23:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:56:39.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SqXjgVfIEBI/AAAAAAAACgc/ttyWm-hJgms/s1600-h/baby+ava+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SqXjgVfIEBI/AAAAAAAACgc/ttyWm-hJgms/s320/baby+ava+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378955474626940946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet baby Ava Jane&lt;br /&gt;was very cooperative today.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she a beauty?&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to J &amp;amp; G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-7286164903517381030?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/7286164903517381030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=7286164903517381030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7286164903517381030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7286164903517381030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby.html' title='Baby A'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SqXjgVfIEBI/AAAAAAAACgc/ttyWm-hJgms/s72-c/baby+ava+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-9174291748712562434</id><published>2009-08-26T22:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:10:02.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave Sam and Double Bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpYEXxeJZ0I/AAAAAAAACgU/tdV5VLkRHDE/s1600-h/sam+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpYEXxeJZ0I/AAAAAAAACgU/tdV5VLkRHDE/s320/sam+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374488011776550722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samantha gave her poor mom and dad an awful scare.&lt;br /&gt;Not only did she break her arm, but she broke both bones in her arm.&lt;br /&gt;Adding to that she was transported to the hospital in an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;All of this happened the day before they were leaving for their beach vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Sam was a real trooper.  She's a brave girl! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me autograph your cast.  I hope the itching has stopped&lt;br /&gt;and you are dreaming of cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpYEXVnDMKI/AAAAAAAACgM/5WIZ-fbG5CE/s1600-h/double+bubble+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpYEXVnDMKI/AAAAAAAACgM/5WIZ-fbG5CE/s320/double+bubble+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374488004297699490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble - Macbeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may look like double trouble,&lt;br /&gt;but these are the sweetest little guys!&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky enough to call them family.&lt;br /&gt;They came to us through marriage,&lt;br /&gt;but they stay through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-9174291748712562434?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/9174291748712562434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=9174291748712562434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/9174291748712562434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/9174291748712562434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/08/brave-sam-and-double-bubble.html' title='Brave Sam and Double Bubble'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpYEXxeJZ0I/AAAAAAAACgU/tdV5VLkRHDE/s72-c/sam+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-6181053161237923933</id><published>2009-08-25T00:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:49:56.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble, Baby, and Tea Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpN7CEh85_I/AAAAAAAACgE/tIae20S39eg/s1600-h/IMG_0137+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpN7CEh85_I/AAAAAAAACgE/tIae20S39eg/s320/IMG_0137+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373774055889233906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of little P modeling the wonderful creations of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5345323"&gt;Juliebugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpN7BrwmBeI/AAAAAAAACf8/3vnR3KSpKm8/s1600-h/_MG_0035+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpN7BrwmBeI/AAAAAAAACf8/3vnR3KSpKm8/s320/_MG_0035+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373774049239762402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her for a Mona Lisa smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpN5tjNuwvI/AAAAAAAACf0/F4LtMEct4G0/s1600-h/bubble+on+third+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpN5tjNuwvI/AAAAAAAACf0/F4LtMEct4G0/s320/bubble+on+third+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373772603837039346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big P waiting on third base while a new pitcher was warming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpN5sqhpF3I/AAAAAAAACfk/Mx7xz6MiQQ4/s1600-h/tea+time+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpN5sqhpF3I/AAAAAAAACfk/Mx7xz6MiQQ4/s320/tea+time+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373772588619732850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so inspired by &lt;a href="http://portrait.nicholev.com/?blog"&gt;Nicole V&lt;/a&gt; that I had to set this up for a shoot with C&lt;br /&gt;I would love to follow Nicole around for a week.  She inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-6181053161237923933?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/6181053161237923933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=6181053161237923933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6181053161237923933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6181053161237923933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/08/bubble-baby-and-tea-time.html' title='Bubble, Baby, and Tea Time'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SpN7CEh85_I/AAAAAAAACgE/tIae20S39eg/s72-c/IMG_0137+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-6064259617666869309</id><published>2009-08-21T23:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:45:46.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Biased Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/So90yYQDnOI/AAAAAAAACfc/acm7MhjgFKg/s1600-h/p+laundry+juliebgs+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/So90yYQDnOI/AAAAAAAACfc/acm7MhjgFKg/s320/p+laundry+juliebgs+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372641289328368866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a sneak preview of a photo project I've been working on for Juliebugs Boutique. &lt;br /&gt;You can find her super cute items &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5345323"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;  and coming soon.....&lt;a href="http://www.juliebugsboutique.com/"&gt;.here&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;Litte P had a blast modeling for her GP today.  She even patiently waited while&lt;br /&gt;her laundry was drying.  Thank goodness it was a nice, breezy day.&lt;br /&gt;The hair adornments are the nicest I've seen anywhere.  The flowers actually clip into a piece on the headband or hat, or they can also be worn alone by clipping the fabric covered clip into a piece of hair.  One of the little neighbor girls had all the big ones clipped on the hem of her skirt.  The onsies, or t-shirts, are so imaginative and fun.  We had a great time the last couple of Fridays working on the photos which I will soon share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-6064259617666869309?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/6064259617666869309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=6064259617666869309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6064259617666869309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6064259617666869309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/08/biased-commercial.html' title='A Biased Commercial'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/So90yYQDnOI/AAAAAAAACfc/acm7MhjgFKg/s72-c/p+laundry+juliebgs+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-3492604198166656167</id><published>2009-08-09T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:45:30.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sn-ju9reYHI/AAAAAAAACfU/TEmixuTG2lo/s1600-h/in+a+bar+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sn-ju9reYHI/AAAAAAAACfU/TEmixuTG2lo/s320/in+a+bar+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368189308075139186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today marks the 35th anniversary of Glen &amp;amp; I saying the "i do" thing.&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know what we were in for when we said those words at 18 &amp;amp; 19 years old.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;We'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;That's what he told me, and I feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a really nice luncheon for us today&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow we are off on an adventure all by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret.  We aren't taking any little people with us.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even ask.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll be in school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Except the baby.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to take a diaper bag on our special day.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll just rest up for an evening with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No alarm clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and a nice long nap in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;doesn't sound so bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-3492604198166656167?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/3492604198166656167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=3492604198166656167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3492604198166656167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3492604198166656167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/08/happily-and-counting.html' title='Happily and counting'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sn-ju9reYHI/AAAAAAAACfU/TEmixuTG2lo/s72-c/in+a+bar+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1875480808761936779</id><published>2009-08-03T03:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T04:31:02.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B day and a little bit of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Snaogojh-7I/AAAAAAAACfM/TzluFc-1Fww/s1600-h/j+bd+grt+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Snaogojh-7I/AAAAAAAACfM/TzluFc-1Fww/s320/j+bd+grt+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365661284654250930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since my dear friend is one of the most creative, talented people I know, I couldn't simply post a photo of her on her birthday.  It had to have a little pizazz.  This happens to be a photo I took of her when she and some other good friends drove across the state to surprise me on my own birthday this year.  Happy birthday, sweetie!  Hope it's a great one and wish I was there to celebrate with you.  Relax and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/digitalKits_free_200707.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;template by Rhonna Farrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthdays, here's a quick shot of the little P on her first.  Traditional lamb cake, since my sister's first birthday, compliments of Gram. More photos to come of the BIG PARTY just as soon as I can get them loaded.  Take my word, it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnanFKAZH7I/AAAAAAAACe8/9cj69fwNTy0/s1600-h/138+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnanFKAZH7I/AAAAAAAACe8/9cj69fwNTy0/s320/138+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365659713085710258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday afternoon I decided to load my two moms and the little people in the car for a road trip.  We decided to slow down and smell the sunflowers.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Snamyo2zVAI/AAAAAAAACe0/z1bgAIJi7IM/s1600-h/402+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Snamyo2zVAI/AAAAAAAACe0/z1bgAIJi7IM/s320/402+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365659394949469186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was about 4pm when I was able to take some photos of these beautiful sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnamyVl1wXI/AAAAAAAACes/0A7TRf3LsJw/s1600-h/393+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnamyVl1wXI/AAAAAAAACes/0A7TRf3LsJw/s320/393+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365659389778051442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought these deep orange ones were especially pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnamyCnvBII/AAAAAAAACek/qQi3zYeuRcU/s1600-h/389+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnamyCnvBII/AAAAAAAACek/qQi3zYeuRcU/s320/389+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365659384685724802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day couldn't have been more gorgeous.  Look at that pretty blue sky&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to my handy polarizer lens filter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Snamx7Y7LqI/AAAAAAAACec/PgGD6d4chKw/s1600-h/368+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Snamx7Y7LqI/AAAAAAAACec/PgGD6d4chKw/s320/368+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365659382744559266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sunflower Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;They tramped through the field scaring snakes and mice away&lt;br /&gt;for their beloved Grandma Pam.&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnallT2PhwI/AAAAAAAACd0/kyq6Lhz4kh4/s1600-h/358+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnallT2PhwI/AAAAAAAACd0/kyq6Lhz4kh4/s320/358+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365658066460051202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rewind to last Friday.  I had my little Rock Star making noise at my house.&lt;br /&gt;Love her sweet little feet holding her up on her tippy toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnallPc6SyI/AAAAAAAACds/jGJ2DoqJg8k/s1600-h/279+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnallPc6SyI/AAAAAAAACds/jGJ2DoqJg8k/s320/279+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365658065280060194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She made all kinds of music.  Check out her duds.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love a girl who loves peace!&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: teach baby girl the meaning of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Snalko67L4I/AAAAAAAACdk/6Vc1UgGk0rQ/s1600-h/251+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Snalko67L4I/AAAAAAAACdk/6Vc1UgGk0rQ/s320/251+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365658054936964994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fast forward to Sunday.  The daddy decided to surprise the grandmas on their road trip by loading up the little P and her mamma and surprising us at the luncheon destination.&lt;br /&gt;He got a bag of chocolate from his mother in law for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnalkcyurgI/AAAAAAAACdc/dSVOY4tm_eQ/s1600-h/419+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnalkcyurgI/AAAAAAAACdc/dSVOY4tm_eQ/s320/419+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365658051681365506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, gotta run.......my ride is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnalkalC3NI/AAAAAAAACdU/YtxR_ZPg6RA/s1600-h/109+copy+2+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnalkalC3NI/AAAAAAAACdU/YtxR_ZPg6RA/s320/109+copy+2+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365658051087097042" 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/13597149-1875480808761936779?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1875480808761936779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1875480808761936779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1875480808761936779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1875480808761936779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-b-day-and-little-bit-of-life.html' title='Happy B day and a little bit of Life'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Snaogojh-7I/AAAAAAAACfM/TzluFc-1Fww/s72-c/j+bd+grt+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2985649494086889739</id><published>2009-07-29T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:03:31.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>le Fleur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnEbcUWoQ0I/AAAAAAAACc8/dHgOK756I1s/s1600-h/wreaths+mn+st+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnEbcUWoQ0I/AAAAAAAACc8/dHgOK756I1s/s320/wreaths+mn+st+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364098804488880962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnEbcIhhosI/AAAAAAAACc0/TQi9jS082Qg/s1600-h/wreaths+mn+st+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnEbcIhhosI/AAAAAAAACc0/TQi9jS082Qg/s320/wreaths+mn+st+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364098801313358530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little eye candy from a walk down main street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2985649494086889739?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2985649494086889739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2985649494086889739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2985649494086889739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2985649494086889739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/07/le-fleur.html' title='le Fleur'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnEbcUWoQ0I/AAAAAAAACc8/dHgOK756I1s/s72-c/wreaths+mn+st+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-7320385310311041793</id><published>2009-07-28T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:37:46.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Auntie</title><content type='html'>When I saw this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mannequin&lt;/span&gt; all dressed up, beckoning customers into a small boutique, I stopped dead in my tracks.  A serious, dead stop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnEcMSyKVTI/AAAAAAAACdM/TBiO_bIburw/s1600-h/auntie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnEcMSyKVTI/AAAAAAAACdM/TBiO_bIburw/s320/auntie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364099628701209906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only did she make me all happy inside just by looking at her,&lt;br /&gt;she reminded me of someone.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loved me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who thought I was something special.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who giggled at the silly pranks I played&lt;br /&gt;(after first acting like she was upset with me)&lt;br /&gt;Someone who had an infectious laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who taught everyone around her right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnEcMBQjlWI/AAAAAAAACdE/OArtP5TMNs0/s1600-h/auntie+frmd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnEcMBQjlWI/AAAAAAAACdE/OArtP5TMNs0/s320/auntie+frmd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364099623996855650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone who would send beautiful works of hand-drawn art on postcards to me in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;every time I had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who didn't judge others.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who encouraged you to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long to recall who that happy, pretty lady reminded me of.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her very much, but if I listen closely I can still hear her infectious giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I am a special aunt to my nieces and nephews&lt;br /&gt;as I remember my Aunt Kate was to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-7320385310311041793?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/7320385310311041793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=7320385310311041793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7320385310311041793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7320385310311041793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/07/special-auntie.html' title='Special Auntie'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SnEcMSyKVTI/AAAAAAAACdM/TBiO_bIburw/s72-c/auntie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4651564196067953934</id><published>2009-07-22T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:22:49.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's ONE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmdKS41uh7I/AAAAAAAACcs/6bpxzBbMMyM/s1600-h/IMG_0176+copy+2+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmdKS41uh7I/AAAAAAAACcs/6bpxzBbMMyM/s320/IMG_0176+copy+2+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361335569763698610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday we celebrated our little Presley's first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So much love surrounds that sweet little baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;So much love fills my heart when I think of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my precious little granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;GP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4651564196067953934?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4651564196067953934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4651564196067953934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4651564196067953934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4651564196067953934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-whos-one.html' title='Guess who&apos;s ONE?'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmdKS41uh7I/AAAAAAAACcs/6bpxzBbMMyM/s72-c/IMG_0176+copy+2+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-995088525958219128</id><published>2009-07-20T16:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:06:31.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTqJgQCqjI/AAAAAAAACck/TbirGig_rlw/s1600-h/ive+been+framed+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTqJgQCqjI/AAAAAAAACck/TbirGig_rlw/s320/ive+been+framed+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360666905474673202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been in Wonderland, behind the looking glass.................okay, really, I've been busy with my photography and have been gardening like crazy!  Front yard is looking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTluq1HzdI/AAAAAAAACcc/oNL8lyaU29Y/s1600-h/IMG_0209+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTluq1HzdI/AAAAAAAACcc/oNL8lyaU29Y/s320/IMG_0209+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360662046411574738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've neglected my poor little blog for so long that I wonder if anyone still drops by?&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots from last Saturday's Scott Kelby 2nd Annual Worldwide Photowalk.&lt;br /&gt;There were over 30,000 photographers shooting around the globe on July 18th.&lt;br /&gt;We worked in our own little corner in St. Charles on Main street.&lt;br /&gt;The group was great.  Nice, nice people!  I made many new friends and had fun with those I already knew.  The nicest part for me was having my sister along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTluTVdycI/AAAAAAAACcU/RBxt-mvBrb4/s1600-h/wwpw+group+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTluTVdycI/AAAAAAAACcU/RBxt-mvBrb4/s320/wwpw+group+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360662040104782274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTluB3-huI/AAAAAAAACcM/DUwKRkoZvXo/s1600-h/wwpw+blogit+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTluB3-huI/AAAAAAAACcM/DUwKRkoZvXo/s320/wwpw+blogit+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360662035417695970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTlthHKjTI/AAAAAAAACcE/C4SIr8-H5EA/s1600-h/wwpw+blogit+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTlthHKjTI/AAAAAAAACcE/C4SIr8-H5EA/s320/wwpw+blogit+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360662026623028530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love these Blog It Boards from Jodi at MCP.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back......the little Miss Presley turns one tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-995088525958219128?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/995088525958219128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=995088525958219128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/995088525958219128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/995088525958219128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-at-it-again.html' title='Back at it again!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SmTqJgQCqjI/AAAAAAAACck/TbirGig_rlw/s72-c/ive+been+framed+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-337360722116656983</id><published>2009-06-17T22:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:18:40.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses in Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Last week Deb, Chloe and I packed a picnic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and headed out for the &lt;a href="http://www.mobot.org/"&gt;Botanical Gardens&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm298AZwmI/AAAAAAAACbs/xOgJmqzAMqo/s1600-h/IMG_0002+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348507207675265634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm298AZwmI/AAAAAAAACbs/xOgJmqzAMqo/s320/IMG_0002+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a bit of a hassle when we got there (keys locked in car)&lt;br /&gt;Deb &amp;amp; Chloe enjoyed themselves while I watched Dwyane jimmy the door handle of my mother's car to retrieve the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few of the shots I was able to take while waiting for them - before my camera broke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yes, the day just kept getting better) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love the reflection on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm2z8tRVKI/AAAAAAAACbk/79a3zQoLSSE/s1600-h/IMG_0064+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348507036064765090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm2z8tRVKI/AAAAAAAACbk/79a3zQoLSSE/s320/IMG_0064+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this lily lucious looking? Reminds me of a chocolate goody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'll plant some of these lucious lillies in my own garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm2zTahqDI/AAAAAAAACbc/cferqHFQhyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0052+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348507024980289586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm2zTahqDI/AAAAAAAACbc/cferqHFQhyQ/s320/IMG_0052+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was ready to burst open. Some kind of a lily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm2y11LqUI/AAAAAAAACbU/p956Udy0z_s/s1600-h/IMG_0034+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348507017039030594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm2y11LqUI/AAAAAAAACbU/p956Udy0z_s/s320/IMG_0034+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite was the roses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348515538160246466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm-i1ey3sI/AAAAAAAACb8/AirvlaoSfWI/s320/IMG_0011+crop+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were just coming to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;end of their full bloom and were a sea of beautiful colors.&lt;br /&gt;This pretty deep pink rose made a nice landing pad for the bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348513185221982322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm8Z4GmOHI/AAAAAAAACb0/iFNz6qAluYU/s320/IMG_0028+copy+bee+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm2yrt0SuI/AAAAAAAACbM/z355idxMz3I/s1600-h/IMG_0028+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348507014323784418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm2yrt0SuI/AAAAAAAACbM/z355idxMz3I/s320/IMG_0028+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't we lucky that the Chihuly sunburst remains as a permanent fixture in the rose garden? I'm going to get down there some evening and shoot this in the twilight hours. It is stunning in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm2yCAl5wI/AAAAAAAACbE/EOJaaZekpVA/s1600-h/IMG_0006+copy+2+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348507003128243970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm2yCAl5wI/AAAAAAAACbE/EOJaaZekpVA/s320/IMG_0006+copy+2+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll have to get back down there next week.&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful, peaceful place to spend the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-337360722116656983?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/337360722116656983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=337360722116656983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/337360722116656983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/337360722116656983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/06/roses-in-bloom.html' title='Roses in Bloom'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sjm298AZwmI/AAAAAAAACbs/xOgJmqzAMqo/s72-c/IMG_0002+copy+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2216533385085560972</id><published>2009-06-12T02:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:18:42.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Cheap Fun Fun</title><content type='html'>Just look how happy my little pals are.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjIAe5h251I/AAAAAAAACa8/EenIOWxD01E/s1600-h/p+&amp;amp;+c+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346336238481106770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjIAe5h251I/AAAAAAAACa8/EenIOWxD01E/s320/p+%26+c+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What made them smile?&lt;br /&gt;I picked them up this evening and announced we were&lt;br /&gt;going to have a pizza picnic at the park.&lt;br /&gt;Quarter drinks (thanks Cards!) and a $5 hot 'n ready pizza&lt;br /&gt;provided a perfect picnic, without any fuss or muss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it sometime. &lt;br /&gt;I promise it will bring a smile to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjIAXvECGVI/AAAAAAAACa0/XzbpNijFjeo/s1600-h/p+&amp;amp;+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2216533385085560972?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2216533385085560972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2216533385085560972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2216533385085560972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2216533385085560972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheap-cheap-fun-fun.html' title='Cheap Cheap Fun Fun'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjIAe5h251I/AAAAAAAACa8/EenIOWxD01E/s72-c/p+%26+c+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-6377176826927685829</id><published>2009-06-12T01:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:03:07.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday was a special day for our family.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Glen's birthday&lt;br /&gt;and Presley's baptism.&lt;br /&gt;I turned Peyton loose in church with my camera....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7lZQ_uWI/AAAAAAAACas/-Pqn5AUZ5OY/s1600-h/IMG_0029+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346330852521392482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7lZQ_uWI/AAAAAAAACas/-Pqn5AUZ5OY/s320/IMG_0029+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; an interesting perspective of things.&lt;br /&gt;Godfather Joey, Presley, Jeff, Lindsay, and Godmother Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7lMR_kwI/AAAAAAAACak/ZMFYh6yo5E0/s1600-h/IMG_0032+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346330849035916034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7lMR_kwI/AAAAAAAACak/ZMFYh6yo5E0/s320/IMG_0032+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she has that "control issue" gene in her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't like being on her back, and wanted to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where that water was coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7kx4HYCI/AAAAAAAACac/zOXQ8HvXW5o/s1600-h/IMG_0012+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346330841948053538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7kx4HYCI/AAAAAAAACac/zOXQ8HvXW5o/s320/IMG_0012+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if she pulled her mommy's dress down far enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she could twist herself around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't she pretty in Chloe's baptismal gown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7kyRJODI/AAAAAAAACaU/9qolNWqUE7M/s1600-h/IMG_0010+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346330842053031986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7kyRJODI/AAAAAAAACaU/9qolNWqUE7M/s320/IMG_0010+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the whole clan who came to celebrate with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7kloMk_I/AAAAAAAACaM/-P3zhznMFjw/s1600-h/IMG_0035+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346330838660060146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7kloMk_I/AAAAAAAACaM/-P3zhznMFjw/s320/IMG_0035+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gary, Lindsay, Presley, Jeff, Jade, Nicki, Rick, Sharon, Amy, Sara, Abby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gram, Joe, Grandma, Tim, Katie, Aaron, Linda, Steve, me, Glen, Grace, Cindy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peyton and Chloe.............whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at this photo, I know how blessed we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-6377176826927685829?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/6377176826927685829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=6377176826927685829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6377176826927685829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6377176826927685829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SjH7lZQ_uWI/AAAAAAAACas/-Pqn5AUZ5OY/s72-c/IMG_0029+copy+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1542919034259044579</id><published>2009-06-05T23:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:43:18.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of interest to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sinyoh7OgKI/AAAAAAAACaE/7o25Wb2Q1mw/s1600-h/IMG_0034+copy+landsc+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sinyoh7OgKI/AAAAAAAACaE/7o25Wb2Q1mw/s320/IMG_0034+copy+landsc+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344069210967277730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in the back alley of a downtown office building today, I spotted these two "otherwise occupied" structures.&lt;br /&gt;The first one caught my eye because of the interesting textures.&lt;br /&gt;The pigeons were icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one below grabbed me with the contrast of the zig-zag fire escape against the white brick walls with the arched windows and straight vertical lines of the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SinyoseMuoI/AAAAAAAACZ8/uNrTnKWv9UU/s1600-h/IMG_0029+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SinyoseMuoI/AAAAAAAACZ8/uNrTnKWv9UU/s320/IMG_0029+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344069213798316674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just my inanimate posting for today.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1542919034259044579?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1542919034259044579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1542919034259044579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1542919034259044579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1542919034259044579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-interest-to-me.html' title='Of interest to me'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sinyoh7OgKI/AAAAAAAACaE/7o25Wb2Q1mw/s72-c/IMG_0034+copy+landsc+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-6345469235455909341</id><published>2009-06-04T01:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:46:47.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump day</title><content type='html'>Before the weekend arrives with a full schedule of events,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to catch up on the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;My buddy, Peyton, broke his foot.&lt;br /&gt;Did that heavy plaster cast and shoe boot slow him down?&lt;br /&gt;Not for a second!  He was a real trooper,&lt;br /&gt;even showed me that he could still climb a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343355859063901666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sidp1_ABjeI/AAAAAAAACZc/9Omt4vYcfSw/s320/peyt+cast+tree+frmd+bdr+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt; I am happy to report that all bones are healed&lt;br /&gt;and no more were broken in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my niece. &lt;br /&gt;This is Sara Liz, the one who made me an aunt&lt;br /&gt;for the very first time.  I have a special nickname for her&lt;br /&gt;and a special place in my heart for her also.&lt;br /&gt;She recently graduated from college,&lt;br /&gt;going through school while her husband was in Iraq,&lt;br /&gt;as she lived far away from any family at a base in Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;She completed her first degree there,&lt;br /&gt;came home, continued her education through her&lt;br /&gt;pregnancy (young Tim had come back home),&lt;br /&gt;had her baby (Sweet Baby Grace) over Thanksgiving break,&lt;br /&gt;and  graduated with a teaching degree&lt;br /&gt;(while remaining on the Dean's List all four years).&lt;br /&gt;Summa cum Laude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am very proud of her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343355855796715874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sidp1y1EQWI/AAAAAAAACZk/WxKF__xdDiY/s320/sara+grad+frmd+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fate landed me a seat even with her row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made her pull out her "ropes" for this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sidp2K2o2wI/AAAAAAAACZs/Ez3MFjS6tRE/s1600-h/sara+grad+frmd+2+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343355862245759746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sidp2K2o2wI/AAAAAAAACZs/Ez3MFjS6tRE/s320/sara+grad+frmd+2+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's official. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See? She has the diploma in her hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343355866891276018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sidp2cKNzvI/AAAAAAAACZ0/eyqvhj4v_w0/s320/sara+grad+3+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;She plans on teaching in the inner city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will be a lucky group of children who have her for a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-6345469235455909341?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/6345469235455909341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=6345469235455909341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6345469235455909341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6345469235455909341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/06/hump-day.html' title='Hump day'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sidp1_ABjeI/AAAAAAAACZc/9Omt4vYcfSw/s72-c/peyt+cast+tree+frmd+bdr+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-5892726680429037328</id><published>2009-05-28T18:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:01:37.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning, Mary</title><content type='html'>I did this one for my friend, Mary L., who told me she checks my blog every morning.&lt;br /&gt;How flattering.  What pressure!  I'll try to do a better job updating.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin with the effervescent Emma.&lt;br /&gt;She is so cute and full of energy.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun watching her enjoy herself last Sunday at her Uma &amp;amp; Papa's.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone had fun watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;Because I did.  Enjoy myself.  Thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9z_Kq5BJI/AAAAAAAACZM/uO2808Ed6Wk/s1600-h/IMG_0496+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9z_Kq5BJI/AAAAAAAACZM/uO2808Ed6Wk/s320/IMG_0496+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341115212117902482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops!  These popped up right in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;They are posted for Dan.&lt;br /&gt;He took us to look for the giant swan at the other lake,&lt;br /&gt;and we found this little family.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look like a typical family?&lt;br /&gt;The mamma is telling the daddy that&lt;br /&gt;he better stop and ask for directions before&lt;br /&gt;they end up swimming to the wrong end of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's what it looks like to me when I look at the photos here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zrdJBQsI/AAAAAAAACY8/y3OaawdcMiY/s1600-h/IMG_0475+copy+2+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zrdJBQsI/AAAAAAAACY8/y3OaawdcMiY/s320/IMG_0475+copy+2+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341114873478726338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zrZhFJCI/AAAAAAAACY0/k3jKw1HurRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0483+copy+2+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zrZhFJCI/AAAAAAAACY0/k3jKw1HurRQ/s320/IMG_0483+copy+2+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341114872505902114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zrHLxSyI/AAAAAAAACYs/5EUHiJTlLec/s1600-h/IMG_0471+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zrHLxSyI/AAAAAAAACYs/5EUHiJTlLec/s320/IMG_0471+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341114867584682786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, back to the party.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you just love to have this out your back door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zEuhdWfI/AAAAAAAACYk/OAORalm34Vk/s1600-h/IMG_0488+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zEuhdWfI/AAAAAAAACYk/OAORalm34Vk/s320/IMG_0488+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341114208129735154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Hanna is a real pro at casting.&lt;br /&gt;She's got it down!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she a cutie?  And you should have seen the killer boots she had on earlier!&lt;br /&gt;She is a fashionista......my kind of girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zERHIdfI/AAAAAAAACYc/IlcBR59O3OM/s1600-h/IMG_0442+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zERHIdfI/AAAAAAAACYc/IlcBR59O3OM/s320/IMG_0442+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341114200234685938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She takes her fishing very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zEPaTUuI/AAAAAAAACYU/HaWFEU5TOWY/s1600-h/IMG_0445+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zEPaTUuI/AAAAAAAACYU/HaWFEU5TOWY/s320/IMG_0445+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341114199778218722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's one that makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;I wish that Molly and her little chick would have been out here,&lt;br /&gt;but he was busy being baby-hogged by everyone and his mamma&lt;br /&gt;kept watch over him.&lt;br /&gt;So we have Gina, Mary, Bridget, Hanna, Maggie, Angie, and Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;Peyton was back by me doing his magic tricks to get the girls to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zD3FRFII/AAAAAAAACYM/evZI35dBK6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0421+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9zD3FRFII/AAAAAAAACYM/evZI35dBK6Y/s320/IMG_0421+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341114193247540354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our hostess and host.&lt;br /&gt;My very dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for a wonderful time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SiBaqLGaSII/AAAAAAAACZU/gxsi4JpzBHY/s1600-h/IMG_0123+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SiBaqLGaSII/AAAAAAAACZU/gxsi4JpzBHY/s320/IMG_0123+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341368838642092162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(edited to a photo of our favorite place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love your warm hospitality, your family, and your beautiful home.&lt;br /&gt;p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-5892726680429037328?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/5892726680429037328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=5892726680429037328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5892726680429037328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5892726680429037328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-morning-mary.html' title='Good Morning, Mary'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sh9z_Kq5BJI/AAAAAAAACZM/uO2808Ed6Wk/s72-c/IMG_0496+copy+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-3416656948066629855</id><published>2009-05-22T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:36:18.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Dude, Jude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Look what the stork delivered to Sarah and Blake.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyjKrmpI/AAAAAAAACX8/iJGQfQi-EAo/s1600-h/IMG_0408+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338856598471940754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyjKrmpI/AAAAAAAACX8/iJGQfQi-EAo/s320/IMG_0408+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adorable little baby Jude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; This precious boy has one full head of hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyUKyvPI/AAAAAAAACX0/IlkwMq6piQE/s1600-h/IMG_0229+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338856594445876466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyUKyvPI/AAAAAAAACX0/IlkwMq6piQE/s320/IMG_0229+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's still pretty tiny right now, just one month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyeuPxUI/AAAAAAAACXs/uyhbxqBoCl0/s1600-h/IMG_0007+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338856597278934338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyeuPxUI/AAAAAAAACXs/uyhbxqBoCl0/s320/IMG_0007+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though he's brand new, he has still found his spot on the family tree.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Front and Center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just ask either of his grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyDQU9ZI/AAAAAAAACXk/W53ofTRSSeo/s1600-h/IMG_0026+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338856589905687954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyDQU9ZI/AAAAAAAACXk/W53ofTRSSeo/s320/IMG_0026+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks like King Daddy is smitten with the little royal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyHdvkYI/AAAAAAAACXc/-uEzDBSzFa0/s1600-h/IMG_0018+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338856591035699586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyHdvkYI/AAAAAAAACXc/-uEzDBSzFa0/s320/IMG_0018+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and his mommy couldn't love him any more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It was a pleasure to spend time with you, little Jude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Both times  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-3416656948066629855?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/3416656948066629855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=3416656948066629855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3416656948066629855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3416656948066629855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-dude-jude.html' title='Little Dude, Jude'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ShdtyjKrmpI/AAAAAAAACX8/iJGQfQi-EAo/s72-c/IMG_0408+copy+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-3995399058325921555</id><published>2009-05-10T21:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:24:02.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins night out</title><content type='html'>Can you guess where we all met for our night out?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeWTI0o9AI/AAAAAAAACXU/HQxVvjQJNgA/s1600-h/IMG_0034+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397539173594114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeWTI0o9AI/AAAAAAAACXU/HQxVvjQJNgA/s320/IMG_0034+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behind the elephant mask is the lovely Miss Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;Give up?&lt;br /&gt;We went to the ELEPHANT BAR! &lt;br /&gt;Before you go calling me in for taking my 8 year old granddaughter to a BAR let me clarify that it is actually a &lt;em&gt;restaurant with&lt;/em&gt; a bar.  So everything was on the up and up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bev had flown in to town from New Hampshire so we gathered to celebrate her belated birthday (January) and Deb's (March) and Kathleen's (April).  They were all born the same year  which (they think) makes them special (and the oldest) so we didn't feel bad about squeezing a free scoop of ice cream from the restaurant to keep them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and Becky are such sweet girls.  Aren't they pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeWS0If4aI/AAAAAAAACXM/4l2-urcI0ug/s1600-h/IMG_0056+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397533619741090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeWS0If4aI/AAAAAAAACXM/4l2-urcI0ug/s320/IMG_0056+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are.  Eight of us made it that evening (plus Chloe, the photographer for this one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeWSvF1DcI/AAAAAAAACXE/4fpz8SfHZ-E/s1600-h/IMG_0036+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397532266368450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeWSvF1DcI/AAAAAAAACXE/4fpz8SfHZ-E/s320/IMG_0036+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deb and Jessica.  Aren't they pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeWSomgQ2I/AAAAAAAACW8/gaOs6wmAPNw/s1600-h/IMG_0045+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397530524369762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeWSomgQ2I/AAAAAAAACW8/gaOs6wmAPNw/s320/IMG_0045+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is Kathleen.  Chloe had to pose with all of the birthday girls. (Good way to get a taste of ice cream, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeVtyigv2I/AAAAAAAACW0/72uyoafQ7aw/s1600-h/IMG_0051+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396897536819042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeVtyigv2I/AAAAAAAACW0/72uyoafQ7aw/s320/IMG_0051+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then snuck over to get a taste of Bev's birthday treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeVts5d0aI/AAAAAAAACWs/eJPZIkg0D0I/s1600-h/IMG_0052+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396896022483362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeVts5d0aI/AAAAAAAACWs/eJPZIkg0D0I/s320/IMG_0052+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally got around to Deb's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeVtrZE0VI/AAAAAAAACWk/aYJOGWkvUBI/s1600-h/IMG_0053+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396895618191698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeVtrZE0VI/AAAAAAAACWk/aYJOGWkvUBI/s320/IMG_0053+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What was this guy thinking when he shot this?  This is why I hate handing a camera to someone who won't listen when I tell him what to do.  Looks like he knew how to take a great blurry shot!  Hopefully one of the others might turn out.  Anyway, blurred or not, we had a wonderful time together and enjoyed each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeVtngRgUI/AAAAAAAACWc/acl_yijKHNM/s1600-h/IMG_0057+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396894574641474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeVtngRgUI/AAAAAAAACWc/acl_yijKHNM/s320/IMG_0057+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really should do this more often.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These girls aren't getting any younger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeVtWtaMZI/AAAAAAAACWU/f1RN8wUHV4U/s1600-h/IMG_0060+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396890066334098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeVtWtaMZI/AAAAAAAACWU/f1RN8wUHV4U/s320/IMG_0060+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and I had so much fun that night.  Every one of them are all so very sweet, funny, nice, generous, pretty, and kind.  We are very lucky to be a part of this acorn tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps....Deb - Chloe would not let me go to bed tonight until I got this posted for you.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-3995399058325921555?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/3995399058325921555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=3995399058325921555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3995399058325921555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3995399058325921555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/05/cousins-night-out.html' title='Cousins night out'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SgeWTI0o9AI/AAAAAAAACXU/HQxVvjQJNgA/s72-c/IMG_0034+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1207172771166749601</id><published>2009-04-22T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:54:06.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised......introducing baby Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just look at the precious little bundle of blue that I got to meet today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Jack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eight days old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how content and peaceful he looks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327725862569967794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_iccslALI/AAAAAAAACV8/E-VR1MbO-0E/s320/molly+%26+jack+a+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And why not? Not only was his proud mamma snuggling with him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but his Uma had been there to babysit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a special treat. He even played fireman with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sorry, Uma - couldn't resist that one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See - he's still smiling about the little trick he pulled on Uma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She doesn't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves her little Jack.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_icpUZmMI/AAAAAAAACWE/Rvi9EIjwV0Y/s1600-h/Uma+and+her+boy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327725865958217922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_icpUZmMI/AAAAAAAACWE/Rvi9EIjwV0Y/s320/Uma+and+her+boy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly thought it was pretty funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_icNNeFqI/AAAAAAAACVs/mQYPK71GWkE/s1600-h/molly+and+her+baby+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327725858412959394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_icNNeFqI/AAAAAAAACVs/mQYPK71GWkE/s320/molly+and+her+baby+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is as pretty on the inside as she is on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say that about too many people either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of her sisters are that way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_icSQ0tII/AAAAAAAACV0/JlA6eTITR9g/s1600-h/molly+&amp;amp;+jack+a+b&amp;amp;w+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327725859769201794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_icSQ0tII/AAAAAAAACV0/JlA6eTITR9g/s320/molly+%26+jack+a+b%26w+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they were raised by Uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky baby Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_icDqm5qI/AAAAAAAACVk/6cl0dfDi0qg/s1600-h/uma+&amp;amp;+Jack+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327725855850817186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_icDqm5qI/AAAAAAAACVk/6cl0dfDi0qg/s320/uma+%26+Jack+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was my pleasure to meet you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hannah and Emma - you sure have a cute little cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327729281652183666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_ljdxTUnI/AAAAAAAACWM/Mh1i04r-VbQ/s320/IMG_0035+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                       Hannah, Presley, and Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1207172771166749601?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1207172771166749601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1207172771166749601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1207172771166749601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1207172771166749601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-promisedintroducing-baby-jack.html' title='As promised......introducing baby Jack'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Se_iccslALI/AAAAAAAACV8/E-VR1MbO-0E/s72-c/molly+%26+jack+a+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-3383059421032735871</id><published>2009-04-20T13:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:12:57.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies and more</title><content type='html'>Last week brought two new precious little babies into our world.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Jack arrived on Tuesday (photos to follow later)&lt;br /&gt;and this sweet little baby Jude arrived on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Two new little boys to bring joy into the lives of many.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Molly and Jon and to Sarah and Blake!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sey5yi61u4I/AAAAAAAACVc/-qnaFkJxLuM/s1600-h/bebe+jude+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326836737290648450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sey5yi61u4I/AAAAAAAACVc/-qnaFkJxLuM/s320/bebe+jude+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In my own household, we got the old Roliflex out.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first shot which I call Dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sey5yuHemLI/AAAAAAAACVU/3rmFZG4sTTo/s1600-h/DREAMY+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326836740296448178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sey5yuHemLI/AAAAAAAACVU/3rmFZG4sTTo/s320/DREAMY+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe wanted to try it out.  How funny to look down into the viewfinder and see everything in reverse.  She quickly got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sey5ySgh63I/AAAAAAAACVM/Iu-VJiIFTAo/s1600-h/CHLOE+PHOTOG+FRAME+26+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326836732885330802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sey5ySgh63I/AAAAAAAACVM/Iu-VJiIFTAo/s320/CHLOE+PHOTOG+FRAME+26+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presley wanted a turn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She caught on to everything but the film advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More lessons are needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sey5yQ_KU4I/AAAAAAAACVE/7Jl9ao4QCK8/s1600-h/baby+photog+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326836732476937090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sey5yQ_KU4I/AAAAAAAACVE/7Jl9ao4QCK8/s320/baby+photog+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-3383059421032735871?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/3383059421032735871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=3383059421032735871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3383059421032735871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3383059421032735871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/04/babies-and-more.html' title='Babies and more'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sey5yi61u4I/AAAAAAAACVc/-qnaFkJxLuM/s72-c/bebe+jude+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-9086551732713706646</id><published>2009-04-12T21:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:57:31.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Blessings</title><content type='html'>We started this Easter Sunday going to Mass at Lindsay's church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice, sitting with family in church. Old friends, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt refreshed, at peace, and very happy sitting through the service this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is why Easter is in the Springtime. A time of freshness and newness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we threw tradition to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there were the Easter outfits. When I bought the black &amp;amp; white tiny-checked matching clothes for my three little pals, my mother didn't think they looked like "Easter outfits".&lt;br /&gt;See below as to what qualifies in my mother's mind.  My sister and I with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324016092106387762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeK0bYx28TI/AAAAAAAACU8/LgDRuMhCmE8/s320/dad+%26+girls+circa+1963+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fast forward a couple of decades.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No hats, no gloves, no necktie or jacket, ummmm, no shoes?  And did we forget to brush someone's hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKw6ebhyAI/AAAAAAAACU0/_zxyRDC_np8/s1600-h/E+03+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324012228152772610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKw6ebhyAI/AAAAAAAACU0/_zxyRDC_np8/s320/E+03+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, they were quite presentable in church.  Shoes, socks, hair combed nicely, white sweaters, all the necessities for not looking like a hoozsh on this special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwt1k3D4I/AAAAAAAACUs/FCcADmR5x6g/s1600-h/E+04+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324012011027632002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwt1k3D4I/AAAAAAAACUs/FCcADmR5x6g/s320/E+04+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the great egg hunt, anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwdyvXXcI/AAAAAAAACUk/s1e6gUJRwBE/s1600-h/E+01+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324011735388478914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwdyvXXcI/AAAAAAAACUk/s1e6gUJRwBE/s320/E+01+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwdsQSZOI/AAAAAAAACUc/Z_V4W7a3kCA/s1600-h/E+02+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324011733647516898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwdsQSZOI/AAAAAAAACUc/Z_V4W7a3kCA/s320/E+02+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to get some sweet pics of my pals.  Who cares about the other stuff anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwdmtznpI/AAAAAAAACUU/CzV5o52oVCM/s1600-h/E+05+5x7+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324011732160716434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwdmtznpI/AAAAAAAACUU/CzV5o52oVCM/s320/E+05+5x7+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little one was having a great time rolling in the green grass, grabbing the colored plastic things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwdaTECJI/AAAAAAAACUM/-paZvKnSv-w/s1600-h/E+06+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324011728827320466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwdaTECJI/AAAAAAAACUM/-paZvKnSv-w/s320/E+06+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished up we all sat down for a feast of TJ's pizza, Olive Garden salad with breadsticks, orange soda and Sprinkles cupcakes with peeps on top for dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's that for a non-traditional Easter meal?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(In my defense, the whole family has been sick with sore throats, earaches, flu, etc....this whole past week.  Grocery stores and menus were the last thing I wanted to think about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwdVSU4CI/AAAAAAAACUE/CePQHrD3v2U/s1600-h/E+03+bw+frmd+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324011727482052642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeKwdVSU4CI/AAAAAAAACUE/CePQHrD3v2U/s320/E+03+bw+frmd+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a joyful and blessed Easter.&lt;br /&gt;I certainly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-9086551732713706646?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/9086551732713706646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=9086551732713706646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/9086551732713706646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/9086551732713706646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-blessings.html' title='Easter Blessings'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SeK0bYx28TI/AAAAAAAACU8/LgDRuMhCmE8/s72-c/dad+%26+girls+circa+1963+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2698645009037381920</id><published>2009-04-06T00:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:59:50.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Chloe's 8 "and-a-half" birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy is her middle name. This little girl is never crabby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has the sweetest voice that just melts your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So do her big brown eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her very much.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SdmZj_Gr3AI/AAAAAAAACT8/UZgDNjm9RvI/s1600-h/IMG_0407+copy+2+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321453278228896770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SdmZj_Gr3AI/AAAAAAAACT8/UZgDNjm9RvI/s320/IMG_0407+copy+2+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twirl On, happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SdmZjgbPTJI/AAAAAAAACT0/NBapCS5eN_o/s1600-h/IMG_0450+copy+2+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321453269993606290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SdmZjgbPTJI/AAAAAAAACT0/NBapCS5eN_o/s320/IMG_0450+copy+2+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love &amp;amp; Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;G-ma Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2698645009037381920?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2698645009037381920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2698645009037381920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2698645009037381920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2698645009037381920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/04/half-birthday.html' title='Half birthday'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SdmZj_Gr3AI/AAAAAAAACT8/UZgDNjm9RvI/s72-c/IMG_0407+copy+2+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-3209003226582867280</id><published>2009-03-23T23:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:45:46.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twenty five years ago today Little Prince Joseph was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The celebration was heard throughout the land.  The birds were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;singing, flowers came out of their hibernation to bloom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the emerald green once again covered the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The two older Princesses doted on the baby prince,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;giving him hugs all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few years passed and the little Prince had become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a curious little boy.  He wondered what would happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if he cut the hair off of a doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wondered what would happen if he hammered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the King's socket set into the dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wondered what would happen if he rode his bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while wearing roller skates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wondered what would happen if he .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of that curiosity seems to have paid off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wondered what would happen if he went off to college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and studied hard.  He found out that hard work paid off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wondered what would happen if he asked the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lovely Abby to marry him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He found out that he made the right choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She made a delicious birthday dinner for all of his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;local kingdom this evening.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The King and Queen are very pleased with how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;their Little Prince Joseph turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows right from wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is fair to others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;works hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and knows that love and family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are the real treasures of the kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgY165lcI/AAAAAAAACTs/BjlueKQbqy8/s1600-h/IMG_0003+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316605340018120130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgY165lcI/AAAAAAAACTs/BjlueKQbqy8/s320/IMG_0003+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? He's letting the little subjects help him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blow out the candles on his celebration cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgYprzrzI/AAAAAAAACTk/ozME4j_HoBs/s1600-h/IMG_0005+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316605336733593394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgYprzrzI/AAAAAAAACTk/ozME4j_HoBs/s320/IMG_0005+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little subjects adore him. &lt;br /&gt;They were so excited to present him with&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gigantic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bobber&lt;/span&gt; floating cooler&lt;br /&gt;(for his Cheer Wine Soda, of course)&lt;br /&gt;so he could stay in the pool all day&lt;br /&gt;without getting thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgX4XzgUI/AAAAAAAACTc/xUFE4ef4nzs/s1600-h/IMG_0006+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316605323496358210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgX4XzgUI/AAAAAAAACTc/xUFE4ef4nzs/s320/IMG_0006+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The littlest subject was eager to taste the&lt;br /&gt;traditional chocolate cake that Prince Joseph&lt;br /&gt;is so fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgX4xXZRI/AAAAAAAACTU/QxKTqIhT3Kw/s1600-h/IMG_0015+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316605323603567890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgX4xXZRI/AAAAAAAACTU/QxKTqIhT3Kw/s320/IMG_0015+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Long live Prince Joseph&lt;br /&gt;and his special chocolate&lt;br /&gt;celebration cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgXa0xQTI/AAAAAAAACTM/4rvro0vutiE/s1600-h/IMG_0024+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316605315564781874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgXa0xQTI/AAAAAAAACTM/4rvro0vutiE/s320/IMG_0024+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Joey!&lt;br /&gt;We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-3209003226582867280?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/3209003226582867280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=3209003226582867280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3209003226582867280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3209003226582867280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-prince.html' title='The Little Prince'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SchgY165lcI/AAAAAAAACTs/BjlueKQbqy8/s72-c/IMG_0003+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-6933343272466110397</id><published>2009-03-22T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:58:41.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tobacco road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ScbeHQE9BxI/AAAAAAAACTE/8HTPGqkKYS8/s1600-h/IMG_0179+copy+2+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ScbeHQE9BxI/AAAAAAAACTE/8HTPGqkKYS8/s320/IMG_0179+copy+2+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316180626313643794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pal, JoLynn, made a u-turn while on the way to Nell Hill's&lt;br /&gt;so that I could get this shot.&lt;br /&gt;The old barn is a tobacco barn.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was beautiful with the&lt;br /&gt;backdrop of the rich, blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, J, for letting me get this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-6933343272466110397?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/6933343272466110397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=6933343272466110397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6933343272466110397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6933343272466110397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/03/tobacco-road.html' title='Tobacco road'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ScbeHQE9BxI/AAAAAAAACTE/8HTPGqkKYS8/s72-c/IMG_0179+copy+2+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-7664858773940654954</id><published>2009-03-19T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:58:32.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My little leprechauns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ScKUeROBofI/AAAAAAAACS8/YReYiQCLe7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0086+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ScKUeROBofI/AAAAAAAACS8/YReYiQCLe7Y/s320/IMG_0086+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314973757989822962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All ready for the St. Patrick's Day Parade........&lt;br /&gt;until Grandpa made us too late.&lt;br /&gt;The parade was closed so we ended up&lt;br /&gt;going to the transportation museum instead.&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a good time climbing on old trains&lt;br /&gt;and learning a bit of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ScKUeISXLQI/AAAAAAAACS0/JT71nyi-HJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0043+%28Medium%29.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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ScKUeISXLQI/AAAAAAAACS0/JT71nyi-HJQ/s320/IMG_0043+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314973755592092930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Presley are BFFs. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think Presley would like a bit more&lt;br /&gt;room to breathe.&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ScKUduDOMYI/AAAAAAAACSs/QdyuJYnFt_M/s1600-h/IMG_0042+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ScKUduDOMYI/AAAAAAAACSs/QdyuJYnFt_M/s320/IMG_0042+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314973748549267842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton was intrigued with the bullet-hole in the window&lt;br /&gt;of this train car door.  His imagination was&lt;br /&gt;going all over the place with what could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-7664858773940654954?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/7664858773940654954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=7664858773940654954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7664858773940654954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7664858773940654954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-little-leprechauns.html' title='My little leprechauns'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ScKUeROBofI/AAAAAAAACS8/YReYiQCLe7Y/s72-c/IMG_0086+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2201194856765445959</id><published>2009-03-17T00:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:07:26.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A road trip to the western side of the state to visit with these ladies&lt;br /&gt;was better than a trip to a five-star spa.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb88x6vlhWI/AAAAAAAACSk/wfRERNIMu7I/s1600-h/enter+hospitality+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb88x6vlhWI/AAAAAAAACSk/wfRERNIMu7I/s320/enter+hospitality+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032913600578914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were welcomed with warmth and hospitality,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fed incredible food&lt;br /&gt;topped off by the very best cake I've had in a long time&lt;br /&gt;with fabulous projects thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb87yDCGWiI/AAAAAAAACSU/HeZOwGcP4Mk/s1600-h/girls+with+the+right+attitude+copy+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb87yDCGWiI/AAAAAAAACSU/HeZOwGcP4Mk/s320/girls+with+the+right+attitude+copy+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314031816314083874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, Life IS good.&lt;br /&gt;Especially with friends like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb87yMPDaRI/AAAAAAAACSM/HcLIcj_QUls/s1600-h/IMG_0363+copy+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb87yMPDaRI/AAAAAAAACSM/HcLIcj_QUls/s320/IMG_0363+copy+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314031818784336146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chauffeured across the state line&lt;br /&gt;for a little shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb87x0tXtOI/AAAAAAAACSE/gtAtkMBoaEU/s1600-h/IMG_0199+copy+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb87x0tXtOI/AAAAAAAACSE/gtAtkMBoaEU/s320/IMG_0199+copy+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314031812469044450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A favorite shot of mine from the weekend.&lt;br /&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/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb86L3u0mUI/AAAAAAAACR8/C0Xu_ig458M/s1600-h/IMG_0295+copy+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb86L3u0mUI/AAAAAAAACR8/C0Xu_ig458M/s320/IMG_0295+copy+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314030060933781826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2201194856765445959?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2201194856765445959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2201194856765445959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2201194856765445959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2201194856765445959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lovely-weekend.html' title='My Lovely Weekend'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/Sb88x6vlhWI/AAAAAAAACSk/wfRERNIMu7I/s72-c/enter+hospitality+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-5710930680828076467</id><published>2009-03-11T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:12:15.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not due to any illness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just my favorite holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SbiKNdc-zxI/AAAAAAAACRU/kUCE9uqhNzE/s1600-h/IMG_0037+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312147724332617490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SbiKNdc-zxI/AAAAAAAACRU/kUCE9uqhNzE/s320/IMG_0037+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Tis the season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the leprechauns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday I hope to catch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;them in the act of throwing out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the green seeds in my yard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turning the wintery, brown grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the color of the Emerald Isle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SbiKNG84tfI/AAAAAAAACRM/UxlZadz5Cjg/s1600-h/IMG_0032+copy+4+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312147718292420082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SbiKNG84tfI/AAAAAAAACRM/UxlZadz5Cjg/s320/IMG_0032+copy+4+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope they wear their mountain climbing gear this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moles are setting up hills and valleys all over the yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might just have to give some extra food to the fairies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to take care of those pesky ground dwellers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy March to All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-5710930680828076467?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/5710930680828076467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=5710930680828076467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5710930680828076467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/5710930680828076467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/03/around-corner.html' title='Around the corner'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SbiKNdc-zxI/AAAAAAAACRU/kUCE9uqhNzE/s72-c/IMG_0037+copy+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2759597527842998008</id><published>2009-02-24T13:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:21:01.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All right already</title><content type='html'>I've been getting calls and emails that I haven't updated my blog for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;So much has gone on this month I don't know why I neglect to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, here's what you've missed.....&lt;br /&gt;Molly's baby shower&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's overnight at the Magic House&lt;br /&gt;Presley's cuteness&lt;br /&gt;Peyton's antics&lt;br /&gt;Snow, sun, cold&lt;br /&gt;My hike to the creek with the little kids&lt;br /&gt;Abby's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;Libby's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my dear friends, Nancy and Sandy&lt;br /&gt;My really cleaned out closet (Goodwill was so happy!)&lt;br /&gt;Gracie being adorable&lt;br /&gt;and probably more that I can't remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also doing Julia Cameron's "The Artist's Way" workbook&lt;br /&gt;this month. It's been a great experience so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos at 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2759597527842998008?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2759597527842998008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2759597527842998008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2759597527842998008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2759597527842998008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-right-already.html' title='All right already'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-802557576093419242</id><published>2009-02-05T23:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:05:18.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love - Blogs &amp; Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love looking at blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not just any blog, there are some that really draw me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a new one today that Sarah shared with me - &lt;a href="http://sallyjean.typepad.com/"&gt;SallyJean&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was immediately hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, I love her photos, a sure way to grab my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second, I love her photo border, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which I found out her son designed for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Did you hear that, Joey?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Third, she has such interesting lists!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should really go there and see for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll find her absolutely &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which brings me to Photoshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After playing around I made these borders myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ask me how, they just happened this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I googled something which led me to another site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leading me again to yet another site where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I followed the tutorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, here are two that I made tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Border #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://sallyjean.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299554410174046258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYvMqGZHYDI/AAAAAAAACRE/OK4DA-hvn9A/s320/border+1+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Border #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYvMp7ka4FI/AAAAAAAACQ0/pfonIeIVccY/s1600-h/pam+photo+chicago+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299554407268671570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYvMp7ka4FI/AAAAAAAACQ0/pfonIeIVccY/s320/pam+photo+chicago+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above photo was taken by my friend, Teresa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we were attending an &lt;a href="http://www.audreywoulardblog.com/"&gt;Audrey Woulard &lt;/a&gt;workshop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in Chicago last Spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299554410126987858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYvMqGN5UlI/AAAAAAAACQ8/_hc5DioTbyQ/s320/teresa+2+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my friend, &lt;a href="http://teresareedphotography.info/wordpress/"&gt;Teresa Reed&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is kind, fun, and enthusiastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has a keen eye and great style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so glad that we met and became friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are in need of an awesome photographer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the Wichita, KS area she's your shooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-802557576093419242?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/802557576093419242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=802557576093419242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/802557576093419242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/802557576093419242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-love-blogs-photoshop.html' title='Things I Love - Blogs &amp; Photoshop'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYvMqGZHYDI/AAAAAAAACRE/OK4DA-hvn9A/s72-c/border+1+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4522842180141106282</id><published>2009-02-03T22:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:57:38.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Littlest Hero, {H}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is why I love photography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not really a job as much as a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For instance, I was contacted by &lt;a href="http://www.littlestheroesproject.org/Littlest_Heroes_Project/Home.html"&gt;The Littlest Heroes Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to do a photo session with this little Hero, H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He happens to be one in a set of quads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I arrived they were in the middle of a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"pretend" birthday party, balloons and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The love and vitality of this family was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every now and then one of H's siblings would run over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and give him a kiss on the cheek, or a pat on the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was quite touching to witness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a sneak peek for the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5lsSAEI/AAAAAAAACQs/D2avLSIpcns/s1600-h/IMG_0241+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298799311785689154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5lsSAEI/AAAAAAAACQs/D2avLSIpcns/s320/IMG_0241+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and his boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5tJTh_I/AAAAAAAACQk/DP_of5WDEyw/s1600-h/IMG_0433+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298799313786472434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5tJTh_I/AAAAAAAACQk/DP_of5WDEyw/s320/IMG_0433+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Happy Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5SAv39I/AAAAAAAACQc/CAQW4nrM6iE/s1600-h/IMG_0078+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298799306502823890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5SAv39I/AAAAAAAACQc/CAQW4nrM6iE/s320/IMG_0078+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5ZYQ1ZI/AAAAAAAACQU/-nx_BTqkJgE/s1600-h/IMG_0226+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298799308480501138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5ZYQ1ZI/AAAAAAAACQU/-nx_BTqkJgE/s320/IMG_0226+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Littlest Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5bCNrLI/AAAAAAAACQM/7pBwxg42cFU/s1600-h/IMG_0494+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298799308924890290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5bCNrLI/AAAAAAAACQM/7pBwxg42cFU/s320/IMG_0494+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4522842180141106282?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4522842180141106282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4522842180141106282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4522842180141106282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4522842180141106282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/02/littlest-hero-h.html' title='The Littlest Hero, {H}'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYkd5lsSAEI/AAAAAAAACQs/D2avLSIpcns/s72-c/IMG_0241+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2051449457193709174</id><published>2009-02-03T18:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:13:46.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Love #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYjew1HB8cI/AAAAAAAACQE/HcHVjDPcefk/s1600-h/peace+&amp;amp;+love+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298729892073042370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYjew1HB8cI/AAAAAAAACQE/HcHVjDPcefk/s320/peace+%26+love+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is by far the sweetest little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have ever known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thoughtful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;generous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves girly things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves fun things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is adventurous, yet cautious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2051449457193709174?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2051449457193709174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2051449457193709174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2051449457193709174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2051449457193709174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-i-love-3.html' title='Who I Love #3'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYjew1HB8cI/AAAAAAAACQE/HcHVjDPcefk/s72-c/peace+%26+love+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-167706403392059281</id><published>2009-02-03T12:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:12:36.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Love #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYiLQQmdtlI/AAAAAAAACP8/HnV2oYnUws8/s1600-h/IMG_0399+copy+(Medium)+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298638073051854418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYiLQQmdtlI/AAAAAAAACP8/HnV2oYnUws8/s320/IMG_0399+copy+(Medium)+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is my daughter by marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a perfect fit to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is as beautiful on the inside as the outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't have picked a better wife for my son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or a daughter-in-law for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you, Abby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-167706403392059281?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/167706403392059281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=167706403392059281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/167706403392059281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/167706403392059281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-i-love-2.html' title='Who I Love #2'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYiLQQmdtlI/AAAAAAAACP8/HnV2oYnUws8/s72-c/IMG_0399+copy+(Medium)+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1241339429742336922</id><published>2009-02-01T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:12:17.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE HUNDRED</title><content type='html'>Post number 500.&lt;br /&gt;I began this blog in June 2005 with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2005/06/off-and-running.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've accomplished what I set out to do,&lt;br /&gt;but it's been fun and theraputic for me.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention a little bit of recorded history&lt;br /&gt;for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's February, I thought I would take this month&lt;br /&gt;to post photos of the people and things that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a recent favorite photo of my daughters.&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at the birthday bash they gave for me last month.&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo of them. &lt;br /&gt;They have both grown up into their own person and I'm&lt;br /&gt;very proud of each of them.&lt;br /&gt;Love you L &amp;amp; A.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaMh0rsaEI/AAAAAAAACP0/iEBZNJSR57E/s1600-h/my+girls+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298076524353448002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaMh0rsaEI/AAAAAAAACP0/iEBZNJSR57E/s320/my+girls+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1241339429742336922?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1241339429742336922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1241339429742336922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1241339429742336922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1241339429742336922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-hundred.html' title='FIVE HUNDRED'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaMh0rsaEI/AAAAAAAACP0/iEBZNJSR57E/s72-c/my+girls+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-6895331322704690210</id><published>2009-02-01T23:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:49:11.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Steelers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super SuperBowl Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you like my outfit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My daddy is a #1 Steelers Fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I thought I'd wear this to make him smile.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaH1MfYNNI/AAAAAAAACPs/GaSCTONbdbA/s1600-h/IMG_0199+copy+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298071359603619026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaH1MfYNNI/AAAAAAAACPs/GaSCTONbdbA/s320/IMG_0199+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey - do you mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying to watch the game here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaH1KMwQ5I/AAAAAAAACPk/4e-5toSUEJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0195+copy+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298071358988632978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaH1KMwQ5I/AAAAAAAACPk/4e-5toSUEJ4/s320/IMG_0195+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa wanted the Cardinals to win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a pretty close call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaH0y5QvNI/AAAAAAAACPc/sb0ijUOQ94Q/s1600-h/IMG_0197+copy+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298071352732859602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaH0y5QvNI/AAAAAAAACPc/sb0ijUOQ94Q/s320/IMG_0197+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But the Steelers were the victors in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good thing......I don't think my dad's nerves could have taken any more of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaH0hG41_I/AAAAAAAACPU/xWZxWAgIY3g/s1600-h/IMG_0190+copy+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298071347958175730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaH0hG41_I/AAAAAAAACPU/xWZxWAgIY3g/s320/IMG_0190+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pittsburg Steelers&lt;/span&gt; on your Super Bowl victory.&lt;br /&gt;And congratulations to the Arizona Cardinals for playing a tough game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was most entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-6895331322704690210?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/6895331322704690210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=6895331322704690210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6895331322704690210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6895331322704690210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-steelers.html' title='Go Steelers!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYaH1MfYNNI/AAAAAAAACPs/GaSCTONbdbA/s72-c/IMG_0199+copy+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8183092654701586162</id><published>2009-01-28T23:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:41:36.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day &amp; First Ponytail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today was the second snow day for the kids here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It finally got above 12 degrees, so they got to go out and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor little Presley kept looking out the door for them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;begging Grandma Pam to take her outside too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We bundled her up in her snowsuit, put on her warmest hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and out we went.  It wasn't what she thought it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmmm, the brightness is a bit much for my big blue eyes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296582353847921074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYE9lpy1KbI/AAAAAAAACO0/Phj3Vr3gf_g/s320/IMG_0033+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;So this is what all the fuss is about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting on all those clothes, searching for dry mittens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;matching boots, scarves, and snowpants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to sit in this cold pile of soft wet mushy stuff?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296582355429540834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYE9lvr6w-I/AAAAAAAACO8/ctxkbAZWG1U/s320/IMG_0045+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't even like the taste of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYE9ln9jX_I/AAAAAAAACPE/L3Yv14d1qos/s1600-h/IMG_0072+copy+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296582353356021746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYE9ln9jX_I/AAAAAAAACPE/L3Yv14d1qos/s320/IMG_0072+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See?  I told you it was cold and gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to go back inside to my warm blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fuzzy soft toys.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296582353428619874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYE9loO3ImI/AAAAAAAACPM/NY5P9aj2ogg/s320/IMG_0079+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, isn't this better?  I'm all dressed up, warm and dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy even made me my very first ponytail so I'll look pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when my Daddy gets home from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'd better not tell me I look like Minnie Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296582348036949810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYE9lUJYxzI/AAAAAAAACOs/guyFQWkx3ac/s320/pink+bow+blog+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8183092654701586162?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8183092654701586162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8183092654701586162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8183092654701586162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8183092654701586162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day-first-ponytail.html' title='Snow Day &amp; First Ponytail'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SYE9lpy1KbI/AAAAAAAACO0/Phj3Vr3gf_g/s72-c/IMG_0033+copy+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8795951830630477212</id><published>2009-01-27T23:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:34:09.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Nana on the Banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Miss T is one of my favorite small people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She moves her hands in time with her mouth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adding emphasis on what she wants to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is such a character!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we were trying to get her adorable little brother to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sit still for a clear shot, she picked up this banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and decided she would call "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt; on the banana".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She cracked herself (and me) up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's such a sweetie!  (and a great salesperson, a budding scientist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND an all around great kid!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210509578497666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SX_rZd8d7oI/AAAAAAAACOU/HTBb6Nklr0c/s320/IMG_0216+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is her baby brother.  Didn't I tell you he was ADORABLE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He laughed and smiled (and cruised) the whole time I was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curiosity got the better of him when I stood on a chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think he was trying to figure out how to do that too.  :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SX_rZ8f0PKI/AAAAAAAACOk/N4JaVxN4irY/s1600-h/IMG_0301+copy+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210517779823778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SX_rZ8f0PKI/AAAAAAAACOk/N4JaVxN4irY/s320/IMG_0301+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally - we got him still for just a minute to get this cute shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the emotion it shows, how very happy he is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how much his big sister loves him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just look at her gorgeous hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a fun morning with the two T's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SX_rZlSebrI/AAAAAAAACOc/fOCsI6ZNhd8/s1600-h/IMG_0255+copy+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210511549853362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SX_rZlSebrI/AAAAAAAACOc/fOCsI6ZNhd8/s320/IMG_0255+copy+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for sharing your little ones with me, Mandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off subject, I just have to share &lt;a href="http://barefootmeg.multiply.com/video/item/56"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; that my friend sent me today.  Get ready to LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8795951830630477212?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8795951830630477212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8795951830630477212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8795951830630477212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8795951830630477212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/01/calling-nana-on-banana.html' title='Calling Nana on the Banana'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SX_rZd8d7oI/AAAAAAAACOU/HTBb6Nklr0c/s72-c/IMG_0216+copy+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4448290581948123703</id><published>2009-01-26T01:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:21:07.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze Frame</title><content type='html'>These girls were such a delight to shoot.  I love my job because I get to meet people that are fun to be around.  I would love to go shopping or have lunch with E &amp;amp; E anytime.&lt;br /&gt;They were also good sports posing outside in the 15 degree weather we had today.&lt;br /&gt;I think my fingertips are just now thawing.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few of my favs from the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SX1jodqVzfI/AAAAAAAACOM/pI0DA3sCLWw/s1600-h/ellie+and+emmie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295498283665706482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SX1jodqVzfI/AAAAAAAACOM/pI0DA3sCLWw/s320/ellie+and+emmie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for a fun afternoon girls!  Hope your dad is happy with his birthday surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4448290581948123703?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4448290581948123703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4448290581948123703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4448290581948123703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4448290581948123703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/01/freeze-frame.html' title='Freeze Frame'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SX1jodqVzfI/AAAAAAAACOM/pI0DA3sCLWw/s72-c/ellie+and+emmie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2134991178724203136</id><published>2009-01-17T00:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:34:33.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini version of Swan Lake</title><content type='html'>The littlest ballerina came over the other day. &lt;br /&gt;She was needing some publicity shots for her&lt;br /&gt;upcoming ballet "Swan Lake".&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that she is yet too young at only 6 months old&lt;br /&gt;to get the lead, I didn't want to discourage her.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled open the drapes, got out my camera&lt;br /&gt;and shot her while she went through her&lt;br /&gt;routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabriole&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF3ETsAjxI/AAAAAAAACNM/WdHNM4KvAJg/s1600-h/IMG_0394+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141953025085202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF3ETsAjxI/AAAAAAAACNM/WdHNM4KvAJg/s320/IMG_0394+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exercises 'a la barre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF3EaH2CkI/AAAAAAAACNE/CI0KnW1Y1vg/s1600-h/IMG_0353+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141954752449090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF3EaH2CkI/AAAAAAAACNE/CI0KnW1Y1vg/s320/IMG_0353+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Petit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF3EMlLwEI/AAAAAAAACM8/E2sh3vYKcDE/s1600-h/IMG_0346+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141951117410370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF3EMlLwEI/AAAAAAAACM8/E2sh3vYKcDE/s320/IMG_0346+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bras Bas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF2lN7pbSI/AAAAAAAACM0/3-wGd1SYJe0/s1600-h/IMG_0250+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141418904120610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF2lN7pbSI/AAAAAAAACM0/3-wGd1SYJe0/s320/IMG_0250+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battement Frappe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF2lPbrSgI/AAAAAAAACMs/lLld6ehVti0/s1600-h/IMG_0219+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141419306895874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF2lPbrSgI/AAAAAAAACMs/lLld6ehVti0/s320/IMG_0219+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rond de jamb 'a terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141410875317890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF2kwBbnoI/AAAAAAAACMk/B5PbsJ0vBo4/s320/IMG_0152+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF2k2mgHZI/AAAAAAAACMc/cqot8O13-k8/s1600-h/IMG_0143+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141412641414546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF2k2mgHZI/AAAAAAAACMc/cqot8O13-k8/s320/IMG_0143+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF2k13lV2I/AAAAAAAACMU/OMKM8mu19_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0111+copy+(Medium)+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141412444624738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF2k13lV2I/AAAAAAAACMU/OMKM8mu19_Q/s320/IMG_0111+copy+(Medium)+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2134991178724203136?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2134991178724203136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2134991178724203136' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2134991178724203136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2134991178724203136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/01/mini-version-of-swan-lake.html' title='Mini version of Swan Lake'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SXF3ETsAjxI/AAAAAAAACNM/WdHNM4KvAJg/s72-c/IMG_0394+copy+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-3142718470993325260</id><published>2009-01-13T11:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:44:41.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality #23</title><content type='html'>DON'T SCROLL DOWN IF YOU ARE a) my children or b) my grandchildren or c) my children's in-laws or d) any other family member who might bring this to a family reunion or e) any members on the Committee to Elect Me Mayor&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;STOP RIGHT HERE&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay - so now you know what I do on Friday afternoonsshe couldn't bear to look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:  Photo removed for publication.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SWzT1sjRe_I/AAAAAAAACLo/PyA5pPVz7C4/s1600-h/couldn"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290836581699124210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SWzT1sjRe_I/AAAAAAAACLo/PyA5pPVz7C4/s320/couldn%27t+bear+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but all ended well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to Personality #7 - the sweet side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SWzTGURv-xI/AAAAAAAACLg/DMmRO3Ytk6o/s1600-h/cupcakes+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290835767729322770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SWzTGURv-xI/AAAAAAAACLg/DMmRO3Ytk6o/s320/cupcakes+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps............#23 has been put to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-3142718470993325260?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/3142718470993325260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=3142718470993325260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3142718470993325260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3142718470993325260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/01/personality-23.html' title='Personality #23'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SWzT1sjRe_I/AAAAAAAACLo/PyA5pPVz7C4/s72-c/couldn%27t+bear+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4651004194481093547</id><published>2009-01-12T22:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:01:57.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-birthday Gratitute</title><content type='html'>I was so rushed out of the house on the morning of my birthday, that I didn't have time to grab my camera.  My friend, Lisa, said not to worry - she had hers.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to wait to do this update until I got some of her photos, but am worried that I might leave something out (or may want to leave something out).&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, Sandy, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kayte&lt;/span&gt; (who also celebrates her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bd&lt;/span&gt; on the same day) picked me up and we headed to one of my favorite places, &lt;a href="http://www.riverfronttimes.com/locations/blueberry-hill-4474/"&gt;Blueberry Hill &lt;/a&gt;down in Delmar Loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were entering the establishment we met a charming biker, Jose.  They told him we were there to celebrate mine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kayte's&lt;/span&gt; birthdays so he wanted to pose with us for a photo.  Somehow (and I really don't know how it happened) I found myself on the back of his Harley to take a spin around the block.  Thinking my girlfriends had set this up I felt that it was a safe thing to do.  As promised, Jose delivered me back safe and sound.  Mark another thing off of my "100 Crazy Things to Do Before I Am 100" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking inside the restaurant, I was anticipating biting into one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BH's&lt;/span&gt; famous burgers, when I spotted 3 of my FAVORITE FRIENDS IN THE WORLD who drove in from KC for lunch!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; - I believe I'm relatively safe in the stress test area as I could actually feel my heart pounding with excitement and I didn't drop over, foaming at the mouth).&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful, special, fabulous surprise that was!  I was so stunned that they were actually there!  We had a wonderful lunch followed by a walk down the street to &lt;a href="http://www.craftalliance.org/default.htm"&gt;Craft Alliance&lt;/a&gt; then back down Delmar to&lt;a href="http://www.jillyscupcakebar.com/Home.html"&gt; Jilly's Cupcake Bar&lt;/a&gt; where we indulged in yummy filled cupcakes, topped with heavenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;butter cream&lt;/span&gt; frosting.   Guess who came in and sat at the table next to us??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cupcakestakethecake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel, from Cupcakes Take the Cake&lt;/a&gt;! She was there with her grandfather who had just finished a reading from his memoirs of WWII at Left Bank Books.  It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; and honor to meet both of them. &lt;br /&gt;One last stop at &lt;a href="http://www.redleadpaperworks.com/servlet/StoreFront"&gt;Red Lead&lt;/a&gt; with the KC girls.  It's one of my favorite stores and we like to take them when they are in town.  Got the goods for making Valentine cards.  (oops, guess I'd better hurry up and get those Christmas cards in the mail!)  As we left the store, we said our goodbyes on the parking lot as they had to head back to KC and I had another party to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part(y) 2.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the one that I don't think I will be able to share any photos.  My kids set me up good.  We went to (Tales and Whales?) I don't remember the name, but it was a dueling piano bar.&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow!  What a FUN place that is!  Especially on your birthday when you are there with a group of 24 - my sweet family and more friends.  Joey &amp;amp; sweet Abby got there way early to lay across two large tables so we'd have seating right by the stage.  (I'm thinking that was part of the plan).  The kids had arranged for me to SIT ON LUPIE's LAP while he played some version of some inappropriate song (which I'm sure I'll be able to review later on video).  He was very nice until I started playing the piano with him.  He apparently wanted to be the star that night, so I was only allowed to work the stage lights with the foot controls.  My brother-in-law generously sent me test tubes of a dark liquid, which tasted like apples, so I guess I got some fruit servings in for the day.  My dearest Glen and thoughtful son gave me some delicious tasting shots of something with pineapple (which they know I love) everyone kept the beer buckets full.  It was SO MUCH FUN!  I really enjoyed having my folks with me and loved watching them have as much fun as I had.  All that was missing were my little people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part(y) 3.&lt;br /&gt;My little people sang to me last night with the last Jilly's cupcake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends my birthday week.  It was INCREDIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, I still had some birthday money so after purchasing  &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;_dynSessConf=3821339002618550761&amp;amp;id=840356&amp;amp;parentid=SB_BAGS_TOTES&amp;amp;pushId=SB_BAGS_TOTES&amp;amp;popId=SB_BAGS_WALLETS&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=202&amp;amp;navAction=&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=bum&amp;amp;colorName=BLUE+MOTIF"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; tonight my week is officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.  There is still another celebration to come.  My very best friend, Colleen, and I share the same birthday as well.  We still have to get together to celebrate our special day. &lt;br /&gt;THEN it will be officially over.........until next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY FAMILY AND GOOD FRIENDS for the cards, gifts, wishes, and time you spent with me.  I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4651004194481093547?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4651004194481093547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4651004194481093547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4651004194481093547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4651004194481093547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-birthday-gratitute.html' title='Post-birthday Gratitute'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4612562875041290449</id><published>2009-01-02T23:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:21:47.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom gets the shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV7_fr2Pu6I/AAAAAAAACLM/dMz0WLIfDHw/s1600-h/IMG_0202+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I set my mom up with a Canon Digital Elph about a year ago.  She's the one who captures all the memories around here and it was time to get her up to date with her camera equipment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minor detail I forgot to think through.  She doesn't know how to "download" or what a "CF Card" is or where it goes for that matter.  I'm just happy that she's finally figured out how to recharge the camera's battery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I retrieved her card and downloaded 199 photos from the end of November until this New Year's eve.  I sent them to Costco (who does a beautiful job) for printing.  Amazing that they had them ready to be picked up after noon today.  They are a great lab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking through them, I realized that she captures shots that I am too tired to get, or just miss because I have to haul my gear out, or don't see because I'm doing something else.  Here are just a couple of the ones I would have missed.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter drive-in movie night.  They have to drive the "mini-van" indoors because we don't have room for double parking inside.  Plush blanket, soft pillows, popcorn and they are set.  This was taken on New Year's eve.  I was cleaning up the kitchen.  Mom got the shot.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV7_fTRF54I/AAAAAAAACLE/IC-VCvDL4xU/s1600-h/IMG_0196+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286943925792532354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV7_fTRF54I/AAAAAAAACLE/IC-VCvDL4xU/s320/IMG_0196+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of my very favorite baby girls.  Sweet baby Grace got to hold our little Presley.  She was so gentle with her.  Of course I was in the kitchen cooking so I missed seeing this.  Mom got the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV7_fDroGqI/AAAAAAAACK8/34GNtD47jDg/s1600-h/IMG_0089+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286943921608858274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV7_fDroGqI/AAAAAAAACK8/34GNtD47jDg/s320/IMG_0089+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another night my little pal came over in one of my favorite shirts.  I was too busy washing my hands so I could hold her.  Mom got the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV7_exafBSI/AAAAAAAACKs/iTQHRlYnXps/s1600-h/IMG_0049+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286943916705121570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV7_exafBSI/AAAAAAAACKs/iTQHRlYnXps/s320/IMG_0049+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am marking my calendar to upload her photos every two weeks from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me smile to see the things I missed while busy with other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that my mom gets those shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4612562875041290449?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4612562875041290449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4612562875041290449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4612562875041290449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4612562875041290449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-gets-shots.html' title='Mom gets the shots'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV7_fTRF54I/AAAAAAAACLE/IC-VCvDL4xU/s72-c/IMG_0196+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1983772132496068585</id><published>2009-01-01T23:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:47:15.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!</title><content type='html'>No words today.  Just a couple of photos I shot when I met up with a small group of photographers yesterday.  It was a very relaxing day and fed my creative soul.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286566211082777074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV2n9aUr8fI/AAAAAAAACKc/ECVmC8hmRDU/s320/grunge6+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot of the trees was my favorite.  I loved the contrast of light and dark as well as the contrast of woods in their various stages.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV2n9aL-iRI/AAAAAAAACKk/AWnF_MA2yKc/s1600-h/b&amp;amp;w+forrest+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286566211046246674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV2n9aL-iRI/AAAAAAAACKk/AWnF_MA2yKc/s320/b%26w+forrest+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May we all have a good 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1983772132496068585?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1983772132496068585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1983772132496068585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1983772132496068585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1983772132496068585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SV2n9aUr8fI/AAAAAAAACKc/ECVmC8hmRDU/s72-c/grunge6+copy+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-424413233937067355</id><published>2008-12-28T00:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:01:14.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 C's of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that I take SNAPSHOTS at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Among all the Confusion, Chaos, and Clutter of this holiday&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly get anything other than a quick shot of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind.  Each of these makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is little Devon holding Presley.  She was playing patty-cake with her until she started crying.  Devon politely shoved her off her lap.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVchEa6cjdI/AAAAAAAACKU/Hq93uW0b9VY/s1600-h/IMG_0024+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284729047570222546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVchEa6cjdI/AAAAAAAACKU/Hq93uW0b9VY/s320/IMG_0024+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my little pal, Kelly.  He is going to be my assistant some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVchEOoCDVI/AAAAAAAACKM/-BOVICQQ4Gk/s1600-h/IMG_0021+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284729044271762770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVchEOoCDVI/AAAAAAAACKM/-BOVICQQ4Gk/s320/IMG_0021+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins.....Kelly, Peyton, Lexi, Devon, Brett, Chloe, Katie, and Presley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcgqsIM7_I/AAAAAAAACKE/t4J7KNJB8tA/s1600-h/IMG_0017+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728605514723314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcgqsIM7_I/AAAAAAAACKE/t4J7KNJB8tA/s320/IMG_0017+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton loves his great Uncle Rol.  He's got a great fishing lake with huge fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcgqrfhQOI/AAAAAAAACJ8/i2XGX3FrLVk/s1600-h/IMG_0011+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728605344088290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcgqrfhQOI/AAAAAAAACJ8/i2XGX3FrLVk/s320/IMG_0011+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, David, with his baby girls Kaliegh and Kayleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcgquUvpdI/AAAAAAAACJ0/mdDS7yGb2FI/s1600-h/IMG_0010+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728606104200658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcgquUvpdI/AAAAAAAACJ0/mdDS7yGb2FI/s320/IMG_0010+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presley thinks three is a crowd on her blankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcgqfFNc8I/AAAAAAAACJs/BPrV7MoezXw/s1600-h/IMG_0006+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728602012513218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcgqfFNc8I/AAAAAAAACJs/BPrV7MoezXw/s320/IMG_0006+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcgqQU3u6I/AAAAAAAACJk/iKYSauUaAqE/s1600-h/IMG_0004+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728598051666850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcgqQU3u6I/AAAAAAAACJk/iKYSauUaAqE/s320/IMG_0004+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the beautiful sunset on Christmas Day.  Can you just imagine Florida in the distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcfz5-ZljI/AAAAAAAACJc/qjze2Q3xkJM/s1600-h/IMG_0001+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284727664338900530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcfz5-ZljI/AAAAAAAACJc/qjze2Q3xkJM/s320/IMG_0001+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presley was all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcfzp4MAjI/AAAAAAAACJU/sMrZ3OJqafY/s1600-h/IMG_0167+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284727660017877554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcfzp4MAjI/AAAAAAAACJU/sMrZ3OJqafY/s320/IMG_0167+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton was so happy with his super duper nerf blaster gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcfzSuOwwI/AAAAAAAACJM/cKR6VNQmKHM/s1600-h/IMG_0124+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284727653802099458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcfzSuOwwI/AAAAAAAACJM/cKR6VNQmKHM/s320/IMG_0124+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe was glued to her new desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcfzXOb7ZI/AAAAAAAACJE/ctZqw-b9bK0/s1600-h/IMG_0101+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284727655010921874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcfzXOb7ZI/AAAAAAAACJE/ctZqw-b9bK0/s320/IMG_0101+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton and Presley all dressed up for Grandma MaryAnnies on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcfzRqTdnI/AAAAAAAACI8/-cvWJwUCje0/s1600-h/IMG_0097+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284727653517194866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcfzRqTdnI/AAAAAAAACI8/-cvWJwUCje0/s320/IMG_0097+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcexj71x-I/AAAAAAAACI0/-z4oGa-ydnw/s1600-h/IMG_0091+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284726524551219170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcexj71x-I/AAAAAAAACI0/-z4oGa-ydnw/s320/IMG_0091+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are ready to go - will there be more presents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcexoBI9nI/AAAAAAAACIs/99FpnxnErrE/s1600-h/IMG_0089+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284726525647189618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcexoBI9nI/AAAAAAAACIs/99FpnxnErrE/s320/IMG_0089+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicki, Baby Jade, Grandma Sharon, and Presley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcexXuaJ2I/AAAAAAAACIk/tXviQkOip_A/s1600-h/IMG_0086+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284726521273657186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcexXuaJ2I/AAAAAAAACIk/tXviQkOip_A/s320/IMG_0086+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eric, Cindy, Courtney, and little Grace.  All shots of her are a blur......she's a work in motion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcexbGsx0I/AAAAAAAACIc/D1Me96cB8KQ/s1600-h/IMG_0047+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284726522180847426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcexbGsx0I/AAAAAAAACIc/D1Me96cB8KQ/s320/IMG_0047+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton showing his Grandpa his new Boy Scout Swiss Army knife.  Good thing Aunt Cindy gave this to him.  I would have been in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcexY24Z1I/AAAAAAAACIU/O9behxB8aWc/s1600-h/IMG_0035+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284726521577629522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcexY24Z1I/AAAAAAAACIU/O9behxB8aWc/s320/IMG_0035+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just hanging out with the family.  See Grace in motion again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcdt4-cBEI/AAAAAAAACIM/jhQ8IuYkm4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0033+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284725361968153666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcdt4-cBEI/AAAAAAAACIM/jhQ8IuYkm4Q/s320/IMG_0033+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Tim wanted for Christmas was a nap.  Sara's shoulder made a soft pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcdtvyAtPI/AAAAAAAACIE/gubH77e3kek/s1600-h/IMG_0026+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284725359500113138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcdtvyAtPI/AAAAAAAACIE/gubH77e3kek/s320/IMG_0026+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presley crashed for a while too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcdtO35mWI/AAAAAAAACH8/7mFurrqCyH4/s1600-h/IMG_0019+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284725350666443106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcdtO35mWI/AAAAAAAACH8/7mFurrqCyH4/s320/IMG_0019+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please give me a 100 watt bulb for my new Easy Bake oven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcdspYPDNI/AAAAAAAACH0/XkVAu6nTcbo/s1600-h/IMG_0009+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284725340601519314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcdspYPDNI/AAAAAAAACH0/XkVAu6nTcbo/s320/IMG_0009+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird's eye view - just a little piece of the holiday season I was blessed with this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcdsTI7rAI/AAAAAAAACHs/_OeZAtU9RQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0004+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284725334631754754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVcdsTI7rAI/AAAAAAAACHs/_OeZAtU9RQ4/s320/IMG_0004+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-424413233937067355?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/424413233937067355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=424413233937067355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/424413233937067355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/424413233937067355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-cs-of-christmas.html' title='3 C&apos;s of Christmas'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SVchEa6cjdI/AAAAAAAACKU/Hq93uW0b9VY/s72-c/IMG_0024+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2631532898468722775</id><published>2008-12-20T01:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:23:35.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 19th day of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to a concert at The Pit. I was most likely in the top ten "over 25" crowd and the place was pretty full.  Thank goodness my mind still believes we are 23. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't matter. The reason we went was to see Ryan play with his band, &lt;strong&gt;He Who Dredz&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know what to expect but I was pleasantly surprised at how very talented and good the band is! I loved the music. Couldn't really understand the singing, but I don't always understand U2's lyrics. Still - the music fills you. That's how I felt tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad I took my camera along too. I've never photographed a rock band at an indoor concert before. Overall, it was a great evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of my fav shots of Ryan - our cousin's son. So proud of him, and I'm thinking we will be saying "We knew him when......." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281769012361599138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUyc7sd6mKI/AAAAAAAACHk/E_Qrrfpvues/s320/He+Who+Dredz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2631532898468722775?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2631532898468722775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2631532898468722775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2631532898468722775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2631532898468722775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-19th-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the 19th day of Christmas'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUyc7sd6mKI/AAAAAAAACHk/E_Qrrfpvues/s72-c/He+Who+Dredz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-7804805924621587964</id><published>2008-12-16T22:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:05:16.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Before the Hallmark ornaments were around my mother had her own way of giving my sister and I our own special shiny orb to hang on the tree.  Each year she got out the Elmer's glue, a jar of multi-colored glitter and some plain, round ornaments.  She would then write our name and the last two digits of the year with the glue and shake the glitter over it until every bit was covered.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have all of mine since some of them were broken.  Not sure what year she stopped making these, but I'm glad I have this small collection.  Oh look!  Another "self-portrait in the reflection of a golden ornament" shot!  Last one, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUiGZINZ3nI/AAAAAAAACHc/vAJFtwTggIs/s1600-h/71+prf+copy+2+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280618329350463090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUiGZINZ3nI/AAAAAAAACHc/vAJFtwTggIs/s320/71+prf+copy+2+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the side of my front door sits this old wooden sled.  It's not really mine, but as close as Glen could find to the original one (mine) that he threw out during our last move.  He combed the antique (gasp!) stores to find this one.  It looks identical, but it doesn't have my initials and address scribbled on the underside.  I might do that one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUiGY96ogSI/AAAAAAAACHU/RF0yFLkvCls/s1600-h/65+prf+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280618326587375906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUiGY96ogSI/AAAAAAAACHU/RF0yFLkvCls/s320/65+prf+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more sleeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad my friend, J, finally got her tree up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-7804805924621587964?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/7804805924621587964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=7804805924621587964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7804805924621587964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7804805924621587964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-nostalgia.html' title='Holiday Nostalgia'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUiGZINZ3nI/AAAAAAAACHc/vAJFtwTggIs/s72-c/71+prf+copy+2+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-3435283180014459769</id><published>2008-12-15T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:08:48.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gift</title><content type='html'>I don't remember when it started, but Glen would take us to Main Street every year at Christmas time. I love going there any time of the year, but there is magic in the air during the holiday season.  It's a trip back in time with period Carolers, Santa's from around the world, horse drawn carriage rides, and freshly baked cookies.&lt;br /&gt;There were a few years when it was just the two of us.  There were years when we all went.  When "people" started complaining about going (too cold, boring, football is on) I explained that it was a gift to me that we do this tradition every year.&lt;br /&gt;And once we are there, everyone gets into the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday afternoon was the day of our annual trip.&lt;br /&gt;I was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Just being there filled me with the spirit of Christmas and took my mind off anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton and Chloe were so interested in everything in the Irish shop that I couldn't have been prouder of them.  They even started talking in Irish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brogue&lt;/span&gt; to amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;That got them each a chocolate covered strawberry and a soda.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUdC81od_9I/AAAAAAAACHM/3U2EabP_Sg4/s1600-h/rock+spot+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280262701071597522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUdC81od_9I/AAAAAAAACHM/3U2EabP_Sg4/s320/rock+spot+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In and out of little shops, they didn't ask for anything.&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Peyton saw a perfect gift for his dad.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa took him in to make the purchase.&lt;br /&gt;See?  The spirit of giving took hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUdC82YhO8I/AAAAAAAACHE/DIFmmQZ4P2U/s1600-h/friends+shot+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280262701273136066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUdC82YhO8I/AAAAAAAACHE/DIFmmQZ4P2U/s320/friends+shot+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were even cooperative for photos and looked for good backgrounds for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stop was the giant Christmas tree.  The ornaments were as big as a dodge ball.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't this a great shot that they saw for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUdC8inRZfI/AAAAAAAACG8/dm3Ph3FMIx4/s1600-h/big+gold+ball+dirty+mask+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280262695966303730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUdC8inRZfI/AAAAAAAACG8/dm3Ph3FMIx4/s320/big+gold+ball+dirty+mask+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't have many gifts bought.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many cookies baked.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a wonderful gift that my family gave to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-3435283180014459769?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/3435283180014459769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=3435283180014459769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3435283180014459769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/3435283180014459769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-gift.html' title='My Gift'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SUdC81od_9I/AAAAAAAACHM/3U2EabP_Sg4/s72-c/rock+spot+copy+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-8618917212560105169</id><published>2008-12-09T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:15.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 9th</title><content type='html'>So, I've let a few days go by and haven't kept my promise to blog daily this month.&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to even say how busy we all get in December?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying though.&lt;br /&gt;Today I put the finishing touches on the front porch decor.&lt;br /&gt;It looks so Christmas-y!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had added just one more electrical outlet when we built this house.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember how I plugged in my lit wreaths on the windows.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  Glen will get it done for me.&lt;br /&gt;This evening we all attended Peyton's school Christmas concert.&lt;br /&gt;It was all of the fourth graders playing their recorders (or flutiphones, as they used to be called).&lt;br /&gt;They were wonderful!  I watched Peyton's little fingers move over the holes, making music, without looking at his sheet one time!  After the concert I asked him how he knew the songs.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he just did.  I guess he gets that from my mom and her mom.  They both played the piano beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Joe &amp;amp; Abby's after the concert (they watched the baby) for pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Their house is so warm and decorated all pretty for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I love their tree!  It even has several wrapped presents underneath.&lt;br /&gt;Mine has a tree skirt.  That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that everyone is in bed here, I was able to have some play time.&lt;br /&gt;First thing I did was download this new set of actions that were generously&lt;br /&gt;provided by &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to use this photo I happened to have already open in PS.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the SOCC photo.  Pretty cute kid, huh?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278042217076938770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ST9fbqJi2BI/AAAAAAAACG0/69wYYPoaETU/s320/IMG_0280+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt; After running PW's Heartland and Boost (from set 1) actions, I added this&lt;br /&gt;frame from &lt;a href="http://pinkinkstudios.net/"&gt;Pink Ink Studios&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ST9fbUgSF0I/AAAAAAAACGs/Hl4pYf43Nh8/s1600-h/vin+pres+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278042211266729794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ST9fbUgSF0I/AAAAAAAACGs/Hl4pYf43Nh8/s320/vin+pres+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't this look like something you would have received, oh say, maybe 50 years ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-8618917212560105169?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/8618917212560105169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=8618917212560105169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8618917212560105169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/8618917212560105169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-9th.html' title='Dec 9th'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ST9fbqJi2BI/AAAAAAAACG0/69wYYPoaETU/s72-c/IMG_0280+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4948680793340892179</id><published>2008-12-09T00:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:39:17.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCP Actions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.mcpactions.com'/><title type='text'>The Annual Christmas Card Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>Each year the kids and I start thinking of what we want to do for our Christmas card way before Halloween. Since the baby was still pretty small and the weather was pretty cold we knew the outside one we had planned wasn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Plan B: I had it all envisioned in my head. The lighting would be perfect. I shopped for and found the perfect props and clothing. Even the book (Mary Engelbreit's Night Before Christmas) I bought had the perfect colors.&lt;br /&gt;Plan C came into action when the baby was sick and she couldn't come to my "studio".&lt;br /&gt;All the props were intended for a different place, lighting, and background than what I had to work with since the baby couldn't leave the house. (She's fine now, btw).&lt;br /&gt;I also haven't worked a Christmas card with these three yet either. The baby LOVES books, so the minute Peyton pulled out the colorful "prop" the baby lunged for it and wouldn't look at the camera. Then she tried to eat it. We had to get rid of the book. ($19.99)&lt;br /&gt;The pretty hand-crafted pillow also looked like a tasty morsel to her. We had to ditch that as well. ($16.99)&lt;br /&gt;The snowy garland ($18.50) and the Christmas artwork ($24.99) didn't work so well on this set up and left glitter all over the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Presley's 6' long, velvet santa hat, complete with jingle bells sewn on ($34.95) was too big for her head and kept falling over her eyes. Her mamma stuffed the hat with a pair of the baby's jammies, making her look like a conehead.&lt;br /&gt;Plan D: Put the baby in her red Christmas jammies and give her Chloe's pearl necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, finally, I was able to get some decent shots.&lt;br /&gt;Not the ones you see below.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would blog this for posterity so these little kids would appreciate just how hard I worked to make a stinkin' cute Christmas card!&lt;br /&gt;To make the collages below was so quick and easy thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.mcpactions.com/"&gt;MCP Actions Blog-It-Boards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love those things.  There are two sets with several templates from 2 to 9 photo spots.&lt;br /&gt;There is even a one-step action to add branding bars with your title like I did here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ST4WVMSzskI/AAAAAAAACGk/7ZnEd99JOG8/s1600-h/christmas+card+shoot+board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277680366657974850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ST4WVMSzskI/AAAAAAAACGk/7ZnEd99JOG8/s320/christmas+card+shoot+board.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you feel my pain and frustration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ST4WVD_xDrI/AAAAAAAACGc/VhygH7MbbEU/s1600-h/out+takes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277680364430626482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ST4WVD_xDrI/AAAAAAAACGc/VhygH7MbbEU/s320/out+takes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the end, looking at these again, I think that I might like these collages better than the actual cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;pam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4948680793340892179?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4948680793340892179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4948680793340892179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4948680793340892179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4948680793340892179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/12/annual-christmas-card-photo-shoot.html' title='The Annual Christmas Card Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/ST4WVMSzskI/AAAAAAAACGk/7ZnEd99JOG8/s72-c/christmas+card+shoot+board.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-6502962334372707405</id><published>2008-12-04T23:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:11:55.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 4</title><content type='html'>Just when I least expect it, he does something that touches my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It might be a bag of peanut M&amp;amp;M's or a card left on the counter for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;It might be a new ice scraper with a long handle or a full linen closet of clean, folded towels.&lt;br /&gt;Today when I came home from running an errand this is what I found him doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/STi2Cbkq7NI/AAAAAAAACGU/148wBDhDNuw/s1600-h/my+angel+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276167116342095058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/STi2Cbkq7NI/AAAAAAAACGU/148wBDhDNuw/s320/my+angel+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my Christmas angel, but the last couple of years the lights have started to go out, strand by strand.  Last year I didn't even want it put out.&lt;br /&gt;Today he painstakingly re-strung and clipped all new lights onto the angel.&lt;br /&gt;It stuck me that there were a million other things he could have been doing since his days off are very rare, but here he sat doing this for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad my camera was handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him homemade soup for dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are in the hustle and bustle of the season, remember that all good things don't come in prettily wrapped packages.  In fact, I don't think that the really important ones are wrapped at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-6502962334372707405?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/6502962334372707405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=6502962334372707405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6502962334372707405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6502962334372707405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-4.html' title='Dec 4'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/STi2Cbkq7NI/AAAAAAAACGU/148wBDhDNuw/s72-c/my+angel+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4563149197328110847</id><published>2008-12-03T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:49:26.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/STiwmMuUopI/AAAAAAAACGM/zXX_s9tfG_I/s1600-h/dec+begins+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276161133761569426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/STiwmMuUopI/AAAAAAAACGM/zXX_s9tfG_I/s320/dec+begins+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay - I missed a day, but I didn't feel like straining my eye on the computer so I've combined them.  My eye is much better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo template comes from &lt;a href="http://pinkinkstudios.net/"&gt;Pink Ink &lt;/a&gt;and I used it for two of my photos I'll be putting in my JYC. I'm really loving those templates that their talented designers are creating.&lt;br /&gt;The photo on the left is the collection of props for this year's Christmas card.&lt;br /&gt;The photo on the right are my treasured ornaments that used to hang on my grandma's shiny silver tinsel tree.  I kept them put away for years so that my kids wouldn't get their slippery little hands on them. Now I fill a giant apothecary jar displaying them in my dining room.  The one box still has the original lid with a hand-written price (in pencil) of $1.29.  I imagine that was probably a lot way back when, but I'm so glad that my grandma kept them all so nice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really loving any mercury glass that I see and there is a lot of it out this year.  Maybe I should buy some pieces, leave the price tags on them so my granddaughters can cherish them someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if blogging will be obsolete for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/STiwafhrrhI/AAAAAAAACGE/RG7yR1bg054/s1600-h/dec+begins+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4563149197328110847?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4563149197328110847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4563149197328110847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4563149197328110847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4563149197328110847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-2-3.html' title='Dec 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/STiwmMuUopI/AAAAAAAACGM/zXX_s9tfG_I/s72-c/dec+begins+copy+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-4548271580111337837</id><published>2008-12-01T23:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:07:35.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 1st</title><content type='html'>Time to start making cookie dough.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/STTN2toc5_I/AAAAAAAACF8/o2vAa4HkmWE/s1600-h/IMG_0006+copy+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275067403403585522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/STTN2toc5_I/AAAAAAAACF8/o2vAa4HkmWE/s320/IMG_0006+copy+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Actually, I wasn't that ambitious today.&lt;br /&gt;I left the house at 8:30 this morning to drop Chloe off at school, then ran my nephew back to college in Columbia.  Not planning on more than that I left the house this morning in yesterday's jeans, hair, layered mis-matched sweatshirts, red holiday socks and slippers (Ugg's, but still slippers).  The outer hoodie was Glen's that I had intended to wash today, but it looked warm and cozy on the back of the kitchen chair, so I grabbed it for the long, cold ride.  Who would see the dried mud on the left sleeve?  If only I'd had a crystal ball.......&lt;br /&gt;Last night my eye was very sore and bloodshot.  This morning it wasn't doing much better so on the way back from Columbia I called my eye dr.  They could squeeze me in, but the time would mean that I had to drive (quickly) straight there from where I was.  Okay, so the shower would have to wait.  My eye was more important than my vanity, right?&lt;br /&gt;Made it just 2 minutes late for the eye dr., had the exam, he removed some glitter from my eye (don't ask), and gave me anti-biotic drops.  Irritated, scratched and infection, but I wasn't going to lose my site.  Good news.  As I was leaving there, my mom reminded me of her heart dr. appt.&lt;br /&gt;We just had enough time to get there.  Once again, I walked into a physician's office that day looking like a homeless person WITH a swollen, red eye.  But my mom's heart was still ticking, and that's what's important, right?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after dropping off our prescriptions, I got home at 4pm.  I threw some chicken in the oven to roast and went straight to a nice warm bath.&lt;br /&gt;All of this reminds me of why I don't like to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to do my Day 1 of the JYC.&lt;br /&gt;It is my gift to myself for the month of December.&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine would like to turn "duty to delight" this season.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to do that too.&lt;br /&gt;I also plan to post here every day this month.&lt;br /&gt;Cross one thing off the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....how was YOUR 1st day of December?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-4548271580111337837?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/4548271580111337837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=4548271580111337837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4548271580111337837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/4548271580111337837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-1st.html' title='Dec 1st'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/STTN2toc5_I/AAAAAAAACF8/o2vAa4HkmWE/s72-c/IMG_0006+copy+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2995496758673581334</id><published>2008-11-26T00:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:16:06.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again!</title><content type='html'>For the second year, I will be working on a special journal/scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;I will be among many others in an online group working on the "&lt;a href="http://www.shimelle.com/classes/389/journal-your-christmas"&gt;JYC&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;One more thing added to the stressful December list of things to-do?&lt;br /&gt;Hardly.&lt;br /&gt;It is my stress-release. &lt;br /&gt;It is my time I will look forward to at the end of each hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;It is a record that I can look back on and enjoy past memories.&lt;br /&gt;It is a creative outlet.&lt;br /&gt;It is a gift for myself and my family.&lt;a href="http://www.shimelle.com/images/245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 462px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shimelle.com/images/245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It all begins on December 1st.&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to see my 2007 JYC, you can view it &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/palirish/sets/72157603353051321/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2995496758673581334?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2995496758673581334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2995496758673581334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2995496758673581334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2995496758673581334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1814411543292133585</id><published>2008-11-19T01:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:21:42.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen moments</title><content type='html'>I snagged Lindsay's cf card today and found some photos I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;Joey has been on me for not updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry......I don't know what I do with all my free time these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Chloe at her friend's birthday party at My Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8ml_gOiI/AAAAAAAACF0/cFcPoi7eV7g/s1600-h/IMG_0260+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270263360173128226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8ml_gOiI/AAAAAAAACF0/cFcPoi7eV7g/s320/IMG_0260+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What are these two laughing at?  Do you still wonder where the baby gets those cheeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8mTW3ZHI/AAAAAAAACFs/VnhB5rZQNFE/s1600-h/IMG_0250+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270263355170841714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8mTW3ZHI/AAAAAAAACFs/VnhB5rZQNFE/s320/IMG_0250+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presley was a pink poodle for her very first Halloween.  She preferred the paci over the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8meqV32I/AAAAAAAACFk/3xrUMme0rNA/s1600-h/IMG_0182+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270263358205321058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8meqV32I/AAAAAAAACFk/3xrUMme0rNA/s320/IMG_0182+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great big brother Peyton is.  He adores his baby sister and she loves him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8mM-EBWI/AAAAAAAACFc/obuZmUJLcEg/s1600-h/IMG_0217+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270263353456199010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8mM-EBWI/AAAAAAAACFc/obuZmUJLcEg/s320/IMG_0217+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a girl be so lucky?  Just when you think there's no room left in your heart to love another person unconditionally, along comes another grandbaby.  And there's still room for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8mCqTZlI/AAAAAAAACFU/8oawEdjd0pE/s1600-h/IMG_0116+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270263350688966226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8mCqTZlI/AAAAAAAACFU/8oawEdjd0pE/s320/IMG_0116+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until next time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a Picture Perfect Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1814411543292133585?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1814411543292133585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1814411543292133585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1814411543292133585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1814411543292133585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/11/stolen-moments.html' title='Stolen moments'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSO8ml_gOiI/AAAAAAAACF0/cFcPoi7eV7g/s72-c/IMG_0260+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2533047573665005147</id><published>2008-11-17T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:54:21.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember&lt;a href="http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-my-future-granddaughter.html"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSHLRK9bQOI/AAAAAAAACFE/zR_JPTSaOMs/s1600-h/you+wil+be+protected+and+loved+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269716534860398818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSHLRK9bQOI/AAAAAAAACFE/zR_JPTSaOMs/s320/you+wil+be+protected+and+loved+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the "after" shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269716537624156514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSHLRVQW2WI/AAAAAAAACFM/S7qBexOv8Xg/s320/hands+that+love+you+framed+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was definetly worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2533047573665005147?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2533047573665005147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2533047573665005147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2533047573665005147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2533047573665005147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-this-heres-after-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSHLRK9bQOI/AAAAAAAACFE/zR_JPTSaOMs/s72-c/you+wil+be+protected+and+loved+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-2343266983751493061</id><published>2008-11-17T13:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:41:42.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy</title><content type='html'>Guess who is TWO?  Well, technically on the 18th, but we did her birthday shoot yesterday and had a cake for her.&lt;br /&gt;This is our Sweet Baby Grace.&lt;br /&gt;What a piece of work this little girl is.&lt;br /&gt;She jabbers non-stop in a language all her own.&lt;br /&gt;She also has the sweetest smile, don't you think?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSHGPklo7_I/AAAAAAAACE8/uZPr-dRqFuA/s1600-h/grace+happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269711009822076914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSHGPklo7_I/AAAAAAAACE8/uZPr-dRqFuA/s320/grace+happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to Jodi's &lt;a href="http://mcpactions.com/blog/2008/09/05/share-your-blog-it-boards-look-at-these-amazing-display-boards/"&gt;Blog-It boards &lt;/a&gt;I was able to share several photos from her session.&lt;br /&gt;The frame in the top &amp;amp; bottom center are from &lt;a href="http://pinkinkstudios.com/store/product.php?productid=706&amp;amp;cat=39&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Pink Ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSHGPltdjfI/AAAAAAAACE0/guteuEklwJY/s1600-h/Gracies+bd+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269711010123320818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSHGPltdjfI/AAAAAAAACE0/guteuEklwJY/s320/Gracies+bd+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Happy to you Grace Isabella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-2343266983751493061?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/2343266983751493061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=2343266983751493061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2343266983751493061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/2343266983751493061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SSHGPklo7_I/AAAAAAAACE8/uZPr-dRqFuA/s72-c/grace+happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-6973250773839378293</id><published>2008-11-04T20:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:09:45.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>I photographed these delightful, lovely girls this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Here they are helping me to make their mom and dad smile for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;I can use some good assistants like this!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREMmt-SbZI/AAAAAAAACEs/CGc3hfaQTc8/s1600-h/make+em+laugh+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265003298688232850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREMmt-SbZI/AAAAAAAACEs/CGc3hfaQTc8/s320/make+em+laugh+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three sisters are beautiful blondes. &lt;br /&gt;I saw first-hand where the expression "hair like corn silk" came from.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREMmcgnICI/AAAAAAAACEk/2zOyvhcy8Yo/s1600-h/sisters+storyboard+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265003294000357410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREMmcgnICI/AAAAAAAACEk/2zOyvhcy8Yo/s320/sisters+storyboard+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a little collage for mom and dad to preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREMmB1o50I/AAAAAAAACEc/F6r6hWH4ME8/s1600-h/amy+richie+fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265003286840796994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREMmB1o50I/AAAAAAAACEc/F6r6hWH4ME8/s320/amy+richie+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for letting me have a little peek into your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-6973250773839378293?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/6973250773839378293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=6973250773839378293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6973250773839378293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/6973250773839378293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/11/sneak-peek.html' title='Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREMmt-SbZI/AAAAAAAACEs/CGc3hfaQTc8/s72-c/make+em+laugh+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-1353010060664863959</id><published>2008-11-04T20:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:56:20.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email today about having "old-fashioned fun".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't really old-fashioned, but it does not include video games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had so much fun that they didn't want to leave and are already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asking when we can go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one of my favorites of the day, enchanced with this free overlay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from &lt;a href="http://pinkinkstudios.net/?p=1532"&gt;Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264996588331071954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREGgH8d-dI/AAAAAAAACDc/1rrAnS1-qa8/s320/grandpa+and+the+boy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little miss wondered if this was where popcorn came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264998402790144850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREIJvVOO1I/AAAAAAAACEE/RMlCCBc8wHQ/s320/chloe+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's my big boy at the wheel of Jim's combine.  I think he's ready to start looking for his own farm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREGhxs_CVI/AAAAAAAACD8/3RaTCQxeKQE/s1600-h/big+boy+toy+copy+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264996616720288082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREGhxs_CVI/AAAAAAAACD8/3RaTCQxeKQE/s320/big+boy+toy+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how they dump the load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264998438384074786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREILz7egCI/AAAAAAAACEU/-zVpvxtKR7A/s320/empty+the+harvest+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Brenda's combine.  She has the fancy one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rode with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREGhFvx8vI/AAAAAAAACD0/khAarlPl98c/s1600-h/all+aboard+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264996604920853234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREGhFvx8vI/AAAAAAAACD0/khAarlPl98c/s320/all+aboard+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda showed them how the combine worked before we took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREGg56mVqI/AAAAAAAACDs/zIuJ471Jr6w/s1600-h/see+how+she+runs+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264996601745004194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREGg56mVqI/AAAAAAAACDs/zIuJ471Jr6w/s320/see+how+she+runs+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, Peyton and Mr. Jim are good buddies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264998433704263394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREILifuPuI/AAAAAAAACEM/nIbf2V0VHU0/s320/Mr+Jim+%26+peyt+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here's our pretty Abby - the connection that brought us our new group of folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREGgtv1nAI/AAAAAAAACDk/b6pm69OwIcY/s1600-h/abby+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264996598478642178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREGgtv1nAI/AAAAAAAACDk/b6pm69OwIcY/s320/abby+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and the sisters all made us a wonderful noon meal - including spiced candy apples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That took me back to my childhood and dinner's at Romines with my mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all of our Pittsfield folks for your generous hospitality and a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-1353010060664863959?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/1353010060664863959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=1353010060664863959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1353010060664863959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/1353010060664863959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-on-farm.html' title='Fun on the Farm'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SREGgH8d-dI/AAAAAAAACDc/1rrAnS1-qa8/s72-c/grandpa+and+the+boy+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13597149.post-7776107557270056943</id><published>2008-10-28T10:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:35:54.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend</title><content type='html'>What a fun filled weekend I had!&lt;br /&gt;Friday night started with a beautiful wedding of a little girl I've known since she was 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Look how pretty she grew up!  She made a beautiful bride and her husband, Kris, is a great guy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226753344996322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SQcvWgivg-I/AAAAAAAACCs/Z5luXKtRwGk/s320/beautiful+bride+alice+copy+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now what could these pretty people be so happy and smug about?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226783746454194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SQcvYRzA8rI/AAAAAAAACC8/XXDS2UvanHI/s320/mol+and+joh+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Is that a BABY BUMP?????  You have to have a very keen eye to spot little Jack, but it's there.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226756707490562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SQcvWtEbGwI/AAAAAAAACC0/JkkQSg1DMmY/s320/baby+bump+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Saturday was spent in the country and I forgot my camera.  You'll just have to take my word for it that we had a wonderful time at Stoney Creek Ranch.  Peyton &amp;amp; Chloe want to move there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Sunday.......we had a bunch of little kiddies over to help Chloe end the celebration of her month-long 8th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SQcvYojRiWI/AAAAAAAACDM/c7O4gtMpXsw/s1600-h/party+animals+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226789854447970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SQcvYojRiWI/AAAAAAAACDM/c7O4gtMpXsw/s320/party+animals+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I taught them how to do the Monster Mash.  Remember that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SQcvYX_2cFI/AAAAAAAACDE/zyCcV_Ygqs4/s1600-h/monster+mash+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226785410904146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SQcvYX_2cFI/AAAAAAAACDE/zyCcV_Ygqs4/s320/monster+mash+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know there was something else.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm, let me think.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little girl came by and we had to take a picture of her.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226929811622962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SQcvgx7qjDI/AAAAAAAACDU/RQC3cj90-uM/s320/pres+3+mos+1+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; On that happy note, I start my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13597149-7776107557270056943?l=postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/feeds/7776107557270056943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13597149&amp;postID=7776107557270056943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7776107557270056943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13597149/posts/default/7776107557270056943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcardsfrompam.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907226751158445556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/R5655tBxGaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vMJERJxsJj0/S220/peace+urban.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9VNvppHBU/SQcvWgivg-I/AAAAAAAACCs/Z5luXKtRwGk/s72-c/beautiful+bride+alice+copy+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
